originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]A new arrival. A red one. A man approached, cloaked in red. He had a large, crimson cloak covering his armor under it, which was also red. He wore a red scarf, red boots, red everything. He even had a red, cat-like mask, covering his face. He'd been many places, had always meant to come here. He had a 12'6" blade on his back, but it didn't look huge compared to him, for he was 8'9". He knocked loudly on the gates, saying nothing.[/b]
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"Yeah, a year now. Time really flies." He pulled out a cigar, letting the ember of his lighter come alive and light the smoke. A rich smog protruded almost immoderately after Sawyer stuck it between his teeth.
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"So, you heard anything from the others? Haven't seen anyone from Prillion since we all evacuated. Not even my wife..." [b]He seemed to get a little sad at the mention of her, but he quickly perked back up.[/b] "Hey, how about we get somethin to drink? I'm sure I got some in the ship I came in."
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Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Sure. There aren't many bars around here, but I've got some drinks back at my hut in Dojoville. Quaint little place, but it works."
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"You got some new digs? Nice. Anyways, let's head out. Lead the way." [b]Raid waits for Sawyer to lead the way.[/b] [spoiler]You left me nothing to reply to here, man.[/spoiler]