originally posted in:The New Dojo
With a flick of his wrist he draws his revolver and exposes the ammo barrel, letting it spin for a few heartbeats before stopping it and loading in some .45 long colt rounds.
"Yes, yes I suppose I do. Any idea as to where the boy might be? He's clearly not at this arena establishment of yours."
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"No...it seems not. Have you already investigated the village?"
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"Is there a village below the Dojo? If so, I don't believe I have."
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"Errrr...yes. You would have had to walk through it to get there...." The samurai pointed to the massive town just outside the gate. "I always thought I was rather noticeable..."
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"Just making sure. Are you ready, samurai?"
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"I am, Lucien."
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Lucien begins walking towards the village. "So, Tesuto - who is this Cobalt Phoenix I bear resemblance to? A few mistook me for him when I was at the gate. A man named Alex Wilson said I looked exactly like him, and even showed me footage of him. Who was he?"
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"He was a leader here once. At the time, he would be called a lieutenant. He protected the dojo. He fought against those who would do it harm. For that, he became very loved. Until one day...."
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"What happened to him?"
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"He died." The samurai said this casually, but grimly.
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"I see," Lucien said with an air of calm. However beneath this was somewhat of a worry - a man who fought and acted much like him dead? It seemed as if treading upon the Dojo's very ground was like stepping on a grave. He didn't belong. "Did you know him?"
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"Personally? No. I suppose you are lucky with that. Not many wouldn't have such a.... Controlled reaction that I would have to see a dead man walking. I have come up with some theories of my own as to your exact looks. But it's just a theory...."
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"Do tell of this theory. I'm quite curious because I'm looking for answers myself."
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"The details are quite convoluted, unfortunately. But, he was a great warrior. He dedicated his life to keeping peace. But in the end, succumbed to chaos. He was able to have the entire dojo fight one another. Until one day he decided that he couldn't take it. He left a note... And his tongue. We found out about his death a few months later. But even that is shrouded in confusion. To remember a simpler time, we made a fountain in his name."
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"I see. So that is why you think that I am him? A dead man who looked and fought like me... It's somewhat uneasy, you know? Knowing that there was someone like me who spent their entire life here, created history and all of that. But I know quite well that him and I are different. How he acquired a form of blue fire similar to my own is what begs the biggest question, however. It is a question of space and time: either space is ripped with multiple dimensions, or time is fabricated and he is somehow connected to me... Nevertheless, another topic irks my mind. The matter of my loyalty - how may I prove it to you?"