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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Pamhakat:
10/17/2016 9:49:27 PM
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[u]The ones who dared...[/u]
>incoming report<
...
>signal compromised<
>open channel<
>audio only<
>combatants remaining: 3<
>combatant 15:status; critical condition<
>combatant 493:status; critical condition<
>combatant 7:status; 89% combat effectiveness<
>redirecting ordinance<
>verification code: Swan<
>ordinance granted to combatant(s): 7<
>combatant 493: status; no signal<
>redirecting ordinance<
>coordinates as follows<
>27. 56. 233. 78.<
>fire for effect<
>20+ enemy KIAs<
>combatant 15: status; no signal<
>combatant 7: status; elevated pulse<
>combat effectiveness increased to 99%<
>50+ enemy KIAs<
--signal lost--
...
*Mason put down the data pad, saddened by the results of that battle long ago* *a knock was heard on the door of the temporary room he had been assigned.* Hello? *
*Quincy slowly opened the door, not sure if the voice truly belonged to his old friend*
-gasp- Mason! *Quincy ran over and nearly hugged the life out of Mason*
"Hey! oof.. Put me down Quincy, its good to see you too" *Mason said*
*Quincy could sense the dread Mason was carrying with him*
Mason, what is it?
"I was told earlier you remembered some things, if you remembered me then that means..."
*Quincy's ears flattened*
Yeah... i know... but i havent remembered everything yet.. that's good, right?
*Mason sighed with relief*
"Yes, actually, its better than you think. Its good to see youve recovered from.. well.. remembering THAT, but there's still some you need to hear from me first, to prepare you for when you remember."
*Quincy frowned*
I suppose that makes sense.. but what could be worse than... THAT?
*Mason held the datapad close*
I'm about to tell you..
*Mason closes the door for privacy*
There's a lot of stuff that happened before you showed up at my house..
*Mason begins to talk to Quincy in a language no one else in the Dojo understands*
[spoiler]open[/spoiler]
English
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*They suddenly hear a knock on the door and Sketch's voice.* "Hello?"
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*both of them look towards the door with their ears perked* Yes? *they both answer at the same time*
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"Oh, Quincy? Are you in there? I heard there was someone staying in here and I don't remember meeting them or anything... Just making sure they don't seem evil or anything..."
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Q: Yeah, im in here. Also, there's someone i want you to meet. M: Hiah.
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"Um... Can I come in then?"
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Q: Sure M: Why not? *we're both sitting on the bed, him in pajamas, me wearing a scarf around my neck*
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*Sketch opens the door, walking in and looking between the two. He smiles at Mason.* "Hey Quincy, who's this?" [spoiler]What is Mason? I think I missed the post where you introduced him...[/spoiler]
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M: Hi, im Mason. Im an old friend of Quincy's. [spoiler]he's a Corgi. he's also a foot smaller than me[/spoiler]
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"Well nice to meet you Mason, I'm Sketch." *He holds out a hand for Mason to shake.* [spoiler]Wow, Sketch is 5ft tall, Quincy is 4ft ??in tall and Mason is 3ft ??in tall![/spoiler]
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*Mason shakes his hand* Good to meet you Sketch. Im glad Quincy has a friend here, you have no idea how much pressure youve taken off my back. *Quincy giggles* Mason, i keep telling you i'd be fine even if i was alone. M: I have some serious doubts about that, but ok.
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"Hmm... Well you did come here with a bullet wound Quincy... But I just want to help people. I am glad to have Quincy as a friend though, that's for sure."
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Q: and im glad to have you as a friend. M: *chuckle* Q: whaaat? M: Nothing, nothing. -yawn- i need sleep, night guys. -flops on the bed and immediately starts snoring- Q: heh, yeah, he's out cold.
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"Oh wow... He really is... I've never seen anyone fall asleep like that..."
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heh heh. he's funny like that.
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"Yeah." *He chuckles a little.* "So, what's going on? Why's he here?"
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Ive been.. remembering bits of my past... he came to more or less tell me the worst of it before i remember on my own. to, you know, prepare me for it mentally.
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"Oh, I understand... I wish I could help you with that somehow but I guess there really isn't a way for me to..."
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Well actually, youve been helping a great deal. You being around helps me keep it together i guess
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"Oh, well then I'm glad I can still help... And if you do need someone else to talk to then I'm always open to talk."
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thanks, it means a lot. *rubs my neck*
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"Don't mention it." *Sketch sits next to Quincy, patting him on the back.*
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*slumps over/ leans on Sketch* Good friends dont come around too often.
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"No, they don't..."
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*side hugs Sketch* Well, there's always someone that shows up.
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"Indeed, there is." *He says, hugging back.*
