originally posted in:The New Dojo
[u]No place like not the place i just came from[/u]
[i]Quincy walked around the Dojo, marveling the craftsmanship put into it. He tried again to remember home,but instead was only met with memories of his fears trying to kill him in that arctic waste. He sighed and sat on a bench, clenching his hand-paws into fists[/i]
"Well... at least im not dead.."
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"Wow someone's had a tragic Backstory!" [i]"Shut up Jack! -blam!-ing asshole." [/i] "Wow okay." [i]"Howdy! [/i] [b]A Knight with a giant hammer, standing at eight feet approaches [/b]
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*flicks my ears* How come everyone says howdy?
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[i]"We have a cowboy As a boss." [/i]
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Makes sense. *rubs my hand-paws together to keep them warm*
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[i]"So what are you doing? Kinda cold today."[/i]
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Its always cold for me. Just thinking, i guess.
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"About what? If I my ask."
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My life. I cant remember most of it. What i do remember though is... *brief pause*... unpleasant...
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"So you've lost your memory is that it?"
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Not that i know of. I used to live in an arctic wasteland, possibly Siberia, and most of that's a blur. Just endless snow and ice
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"I know a person that can get it back. All of it."
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Not sure i want it back. what i can remember, i dont like.. *is squeezing my hand* [spoiler]im saving the memory returning thing for later[/spoiler]
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Yeah, that's true... Wait, why do you say that? *Behind Quincy is a rather intriguing figure. He stands at five feet ten, and is rather thin. The skin tight black metallic cotton clothes emphasize this. A mask made of the same material covers most of his head, revealing a pair of blazing crimson eyes and the bridge of his nose. Attached to the back of a red sash slung across his shoulder is a four foot long white sniper rifle of some kind. You can tell by the energy storage system in the back that it does not fire normal projectiles. He walks up and stands next to you*
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mostly because im not dead.
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Well that's fairly obvious. Wait, scratch that. I've died so many times I lost count. Name's Mortar, by the way. *He holds out a hand to shake*
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*shakes your hand* Im Quincy, some call me Frost, doesnt matter which.
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Nice to meet you Quincy. Where ya from anyway?
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I.. dont. know...
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Really? That's... Interesting
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all i remember is that it was cold and snowy. An arctic wasteland of nothingness. and when i did find things, it got messy.
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Well I've had a lot of times like that... Having nothing around you, and when you find something it kicks you in the ass
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I was actually kicked in the stomach, neck, groin, face, shins, head, and had my tail stepped on. Not all at once though. But i have never been kicked in the rear..
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You know what I mean kid
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yeah, i do. Still fun taking everything literally though.
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Trust me, I know how annoying it can get to other people.