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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Skatch142:
10/12/2016 10:35:44 PM
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[b][i][u]Oh... It's her...[/u][/i][/b]
*It was 2:30 in the morning. Seemingly no one was awake. It was dark and cool, the crickets chirped and the whole Dojo was only lit by torches that burned a strange, relaxing blue color.(Sketch set up said torches a few days before just to make the Dojo look nicer to him when he stayed up to patrol it once every two nights.)*
*But the soft blue glow dancing across the walls seemed to start getting overpowered by a multicolored multicolored light that started shining through windows. Bright multicolored light seeped through the seams of the gate before it was suddenly pushed open.*
*Standing there was a very strange sight. A knightess clad in medieval knight's armor that was covered in small 1X2 inch tv screens. Each screen glowed a solid color and would seemingly change color at random. She had a sword with a three and a half foot blade. The strangest part about the sword was that the blade itself seemed to be a sharpened, double sided screen which colors seemed to ripple across at random.*
"Hmmm... Nah."
*She moves off to about three feet to the right of the gate. A large, white laser beam burns though the wall from the outside and makes a circle as the space of the wall inside the circle proceeds to glow red and melt.*
*The knightess steps through the new entrance and into the Dojo, the blade of her sword smoking and turning from white back to multicolored.*
"HeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEYYYYY SISTERS!!! GUESSS WHO'S BAAAAAAAACK!!!?!"
*She looked around noticing the torches.*
"Huh... Nice lighting... I like it..."
[spoiler]OPEN!!! Prepare to meet Elvis Rosegold!!![/spoiler]
English
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[b]The armored man was quite surprised by this, needless to say. He slowly pulled the girl off him, and looked at her.[/b] Now hold your horses! I have a girl back home, but... If she had a secret child, that doesn't explain how old ya look... Unless ya take from ya dad! Good lookin' and mature no matter the age! [b]He laughed in his farm boy accent, at his poorly executed joke.[/b]
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"Ew, dad, you sound so... Gross..." *She gets off of him, shivering with disgust.*
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Aw man... [b]He chucked once again, the insult reflecting off his armor of happiness and ignorance.[/b] I'm just foolin'. I truly doubt I'm your pa, unless your from the future. Considering those lights it may be possible. But really. [b]He placed the armored hands on his hips and looks into the night sky.[/b] Who are you?
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"Dad, I'm Elvis Rosegold!"
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I can't be your dad if I didn't know your name before hand... [b]He places a hand on his helmed head, before taking it off to reveal a dirt stained mess of black hair, bright blue eyes, and a tanned face. [/b] We don't even look alike!!
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"How do you know?!"
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Look at me. Blue eyes and black hair, and I can't be much older than you!
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"And you can't see me under my helmet!"
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You sound quite old, and you're pretty tall! My daughter would be in her toddlin' years...
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"Clearly you aren't good at raising a child then!"
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Don't remind me. [b]His tone went deathly dark, only to rise back to its cheery height.[/b] But, I suppose, you're here now? Unless you play a mean joke!
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"Of course I'm here! I'm right here!"
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Alright fine, I'll humor ya. Take of your helmet and we'll see! [b]He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He's have one hell of a problem either way. [/b]
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*She took off her helmet and underneath she is wearing a Richard Nixon mask.* "NIXON!!!"
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Definitely not my kid. Well, who knew. What's your name? [b]He crosses his arms with a sigh. [/b]
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"Elvis!"
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A man that was 200cm tall approached the...odd girl. He looked in his mid sixties, had a gray trim haircut accompanied by a gray, thick but trim beard. His stark eyes looked over the weird figure. He wore a simple beige trenchcoat, not having any straps on it so it just stayed open all the time, he wore a black turtleneck sweater under said trenchcoat. His hands were in his khaki pants and he wore dress shoes. So he was pretty average...besides the age and the fact that there was a pump action shotgun with a red dot sight slung on his back. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Its fücking like...2am here!" He said, removing his white gloved hands from his pockets..clenching them in anger.
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"DADDY!!!" *She runs up and tackles him, wrapping her arms around I'm in a hug.*
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"What the fück? Wait... Are you the daughter of that one chick-wait no I used protection... Maybe you're that German girls daught-actually no...Aha! I think you're...Angela's daughter...?" He said, trying to get the girl off him. Sakuret was actually scared if this girl was a illegitimate daughter of his...even though she isn't.
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[spoiler]Godamn horndog [/spoiler]
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"What are you talking about dad? I'm Elvis!"
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"Who...who the hell names their kid Elvis?! A Female no less!" Sakuret said, freeing himself from the clutches of his 'daughter'.
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[spoiler]families in the 40s-50s name their kid Elvis[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]...Was that necessary?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] EVERYTHING IS NECESSARY[/spoiler]
