originally posted in:The New Dojo
She tittered in response to Wilson's grandiose greeting after the initial reaction she held to the ripened dead body.
"Yes, I am new. Are you Alexander Wilson, by any chance? Courier Six, if you may recognize that more so?"
She looked up to the armored man with a glitter of pure excitement and admiration in her eyes, body beginning to jitter where she stood.
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That's a bingo. What gives it away? The power armor or the machine gun? I really should work on being inconspicuous, but I ain't that kind of man. [i]He noticed her behavior, her body language, and certainly her tone quickly.[/i] That ain't the usual reaction I get from people.... usually they haul *ss the other way or start shooting... and then die....
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"Your posterior recognition, insignia, intimidation... but yes, those too. On my way here I studied the extensive grimoire of the Dojo, superstition, history, and the great warriors fostered in these harrowed old walls. You were not hard to find for that reason." Luana laughed quite a bit at the second part, which only broadened her smile. "I'm not one to feint fear or aggression. I've traveled too far to do such, anyways. Standing in the wake of a legend is exhilarating, regardless."
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First off, I ain't a warrior, I'm a do*chebag with a bunch of guns and a mental condition. Second off, if I'm a legend then damn, I'm doing something right... [i]He said. This woman was strange, as most arrivals hadn't known him or his exploits, as they were far beyond their time. Most people also weren't necessarily proud to be around him, he wasn't exactly a role model for the people in the Dojo. He was insane, and by all means a mass-murderer with a fetish for guns, but somehow, this woman seemed interested in him. [/i] Third off, I'm surprised you managed to even go diggin' after all that information on this place. Most people don't do that nowadays.