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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 9:17:11 PM
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[spoiler]My thanks[/spoiler]
[i]A humanoid animal? Could this be an Abbatial experiment? No, no. Too clean, too human per se. Perhaps just an illusion from the Tribal herbs. [/i]
"Err, alright then," the man continues as he simply disregards Quincy's appearance. "I'm looking for a boy. Skin like mine, about 15-16 with dark brown hair and eyes. Did he go through these gates?"
Though the man's tone was calm, the panic in his eyes were unmistakable. He needed to find the boy urgently.
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You mean the one you were screaming for? Sorry, havent seen anyone pass by but you. And before you walk off thinking youre hallucinating everything you see here, youre not hallucinating. I can tell you arent from around here, you smell... different. *sniffs your arm to make sure* Yup, different. *Quincy picks a rose* Also, stop pretending your not going nuts, i can see the hysteria in your eyes. Actually calm down, you wont find the boy unless youre calm. *Quincy's tone was calm and organized, his voice also rather young, around 14ish*
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"I don't hide anything." the man's voice turned cold for a moment as the fire flared in his eyes. He calmed down immediately after, a far cry from his panicked look from earlier. "My business for finding that boy is of my own. If you could keep an eye out, that would be most helpful. What's your name if I may I ask?"
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Im Quincy, im rather new to the area, so i tend to stay around the Dojo.
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"Hello Quincy," the man said nonchalantly. Diplomacy was another survival trait of his. And if finding Alister meant peaceful negotiation, then he would take it. "My name is Lucien. How do I get inside the Dojo?"
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That's easy, just ask nicely. Over by the gates. Right there. *points* On the other hand i could just open it with my foot. *Quincy walks over to it, swaying his tail, and taps the gate with my foot. The gate swings open* There, open.
