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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/1/2016 11:12:47 PM
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[b][i][u]Veterans of War[/u][/i][/b]
Cannon wanders into the nearby bar, taking a seat on the stool and ordering his drink.
The bartender slides him a pint of Mandalorian black ale and he slowly removes his helmet, careful to stick to the shadows in order to at least slightly hide his face. Glancing around, he searches the bar for any familiar faces.
[spoiler]Open for any characters that are military and/or war vets.[/spoiler]
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*At the bar he sees a man wearing some sort of military gear from some sort of interplanetary military. He seems to be unarmed, save for the pint of beer in his hand. He seems to be talking with Mortar, occasionally looking towards the door* Mortar: Relax, Wyatt. She'll come when she wakes up ???: I know. She's just been through a lot. Yeah, she may just be asleep, but since Reese isn't here it's my job to take care of her. Mortar: C'mon. This is one of the safest places I know. Plus I gave you two a tour of this place, so she knows her way around. ???: Maybe you're right. *The man sighs and drinks some more*
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Cannon wanders over. "Hi Mortar, haven't seen you in a while."
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Oh, hey Cannon. This is a friend of mine, Wyatt. *Wyatt puts his drink down and faces Cannon* Hello sir
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Cannon nods at him. "Hi. You bpys come here frequently?"
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Wyatt: Well, I'm kinda new around here, so no. Mortar: I come here on occasion, a good friend of mine owns the place
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"So, what have yoi been up to?" Cannon asks, taking a sip from his drink.
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Mortar: Not much, just showing him and Clara around. You?
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"Just wandered in for a drink and a conversation."
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Mortar: Ah, okay then. Wyatt: So, where did you come? I know a lot of people have weird backstories, Mortar here came from the underworld, Sketch came from another universe, blah blah.
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"I came from another planet. Mandalore to be exact. You?"
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Wyatt: Well I'm from Gydaton. Had a couple run ins with my old military group though
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"Bad run ins?"
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Wyatt: I don't want to talk about it.
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Cannon nods. "I understand. So, what do you think of the place so far?"
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Wyatt: Well it's really nice. Feel safer here than I did on Gydaton. Not sure how Clara feels about it, though. I think she likes it, but her first impression was not ideal
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"Yeah, this place seems to have a lnack for bad first impressions. I got have fried by the first guy I met."
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Mortar: Yeah. Then WE fought
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"Oh yeah, that too." Cannon nods to him.
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Mortar: Probably would've kicked your ass if we had more time
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"Yeah, because my cutting off your arm, freezing you, and blowing you half way across the arena was nothing." He jokes.
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*Mortar chuckles slightly* Let's not get competitive. Except for the fact that I could have turned into a massive Bahamut with a mortar on it's back, summon multiple shadow forms, cough up fungus that obscures your vision and makes it hard to breathe, and turn my blade into any meelee weapon I desire. But, as I said, not a competition. *His tone is rather joking, even though he sounds like he's challenging Cannon*
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"And I could have used a lot more explosives. I doubt you could swim that well with a mortar on your back. And fungus?" He taps his helmet, which is hanging from his belt. "Air filters."
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Huh, I'm actually pretty agile in the water. not to mention I'm an Ex god. I can summon god powers and stuff
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"Why does it feel like I'm the only none god in this bloody dojo?"
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Wyatt: Sitting right here buddy. *Wyatt is sitting at the table, kinda annoyed at their quarrel*
