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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2016 8:17:59 PM
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[u][i]Return[/i][/u]
On the pathway to the dojo, a man sat, seemingly unable to decide whether to continue or not....
He wore a brown leather jacket, brown hiking boots, blue jeans, and a red T-shirt. To add to his odd look, he looked roughly in his late 30s, but with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, his face with matching unkempt stubble.
As he sat, he ran a hand over the finish of a revolver he held, the outside being covered in various glowing hues from the modifications, within and without. Strapped to his back was a katana, the scabbard a deep cobalt and flames emanated from the entrance as it was High Noon at the time.
"Hell......might as well, see what they've been up to while I've been gone..."
Getting up, the man focused his attention on the gates not to far ahead, he'd known that the Dojo had gained quite the rep to the inhabitants of the Dojoville.......but they hadn't known what he was, nor he thought, would anyone else.
He walked up to the gates, and frowned, noticing that they were open, the first of many changes to him....
But he still ran a hand along the front of one, affectionately
"I'm home....."
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English
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[u]"I've heard the legends. I've heard the stories, the high tales, whatever the hell the masses call it.[/u] [u]...I gotta admit. You're impressive."[/u] [i]Leaning against one of the massive looming walls of the Dojo was a lonesome figure; a female, standing at a height of six foot three and with a thin stature. She wasn't armed with any weapons, oddly enough, a tricorne black leather upon her head that was completed with a white pigeon feather protruding from the back of it. Her clothing consisted of a black leather longcoat with a white fabric shirt, and handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece. Leather gloves and boots were the only sources of armor's she even had at the moment.[/i] [u]"...Eh. You probably wouldn't like this shithole at this point. It's...not the best."[/u]
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"It's still home, regardless, its been worse" he gave you a curt nod, and asked "I assume you know who I am, who are you?"
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[u]"That, I actually do know, Jared."[/u] [i]The woman then looked up, her piercing light blue eyes staring straight towards Jared as a sly, maniacal grin crossed her pale face.[/i] [u]"...Irina. Irina S. Eilizia, to be exact. Tis a pleasure."[/u]
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"Ah, so I'm not the only one to get shit here" He grinned, his own blue eyes had lost their keen edge a long time ago "nice to meet you"
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[u]"Indeed, indeed.[/u] [u]So. Other than this place...being home. Why'd you come back? They pretty much let anyone in these days...even those that once terrorized the whole damn place."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled darkly to herself - as she was obviously referring to her not-so distant past as a mass murderer in the general area of the Dojo.[/i]
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"I ain't got nothing else, so here I am" He chuckled
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[u]"Heh. Guess I can relate. Except I'd get shot on sight if I headed to the village, and I've already nearly died to some goddamn talking animal. I swear, they're everywhere now.."[/u]
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"Yeah, met...wait, was it some furry fox chick like straight out of some yiff comic?"
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Edited by Orn: 11/30/2016 12:06:45 AM[u]"Yeah, the little shit who froze me after I punched through his goddamn heart? I'm going to skin his ass one of these days, I swear."[/u]
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"oh yeah, then we met the same person, thing....cause that's who I met" He laughed "We're going to get along famously"
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[u]"I can see it already -"[/u] [i]Irina waved her hands around sarcastically, as if presenting something.[/i] [u]"Jared and Irina; for your furry infestation needs![/u] [u]But in all seriousness, we probably will get along pretty well."[/u]
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"Heh, that's funny, its why I got kicked out in the first place Sketch, that first one, he was an arrogant bastard so when I put him in his place, well......he made a fuss, pulled the right heartstrings and I was gone, gone, gone"
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[u]"God...fúck that overgrown rat and his brother. Bastard nearly killed a good friend...Oh, what I'd love to do to that little shit..."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled - and for once, a glimmer of sadistic glee was within her light blue eyes. It was as if she held much more than a grudge..[/i]
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Jared was pretty happy "Y'know, I'd love to kill him too, just say the word" His own eyes burned with a firey passion, he would love to sink his blade or a bullet into the spine of Sketch or any of the cat's loved ones
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(That is, assuming the -blam!-er responds if I use Irina, which he doesn't -.-) [i]Irina genuinely chuckled at this comment, nodding her head as that sadistic glimmer remained within her eyes. One could tell that she held much more than a grudge against Vorim and Quincy; one that she would only be able to recover from with their deaths.[/i] [u]"Hehehe. Guess I should get you in here, then?"[/u]
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Snow peeks down from the top of the gate. "H-hello?"
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He looked up "New members.......Hi" He looked back down and walked into the dojo, holstering the revolver and looking around, frowning at the phoenix momument
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"I heard that! And im not THAT new.." She lied back down on her back on the top of the gate.
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"-blam!-s with these furries anyways? Met some Cat guy and the -blam!-er is why I had to leave......" he said tiredly, still frowning at the monument
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[spoiler]Irina approves of this.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]you mean Sketch[/spoiler] [spoiler]you just insulted Sketch[/spoiler] [spoiler]you must die[/spoiler]
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She frowned, hearing every word. "Well you don't have to be so mean..." she said more to herself quietly.
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"Its the truth" he shrugged, and kept walking in
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"One man's truth is another man's lie..."
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He says in a mocking voice "Well I'm sorry Locke, I apologize for my audacity to challenge you"
