originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]"The death of one man is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic." -Joseph Stalin[/i]
[b]It was a cold night. The snow was falling at a steady pace, and it was starting to blanket the Dojo and its surrounding areas. A figure stood in the snow, seemingly oblivious to it. He wore a black parka that reached down to his knees and carried a modified AK-47, as well as two steel daggers. His deep, heavily Russian voice broke the silence.[/b]
Finally.
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[spoiler]*cough*IRINA*cough*[/spoiler]
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[u]"...I don't get it."[/u] [i]That familiar voice spoke, the speaker descending from the darkness of the night.[/i] [u]"So cocky, so rude. It almost surprises me. Almost."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled quietly, stretching out upon the street and eyeing the filthy Russian's weaponry. Both of her hands were bleeding profusely...she would be manipulating blood.[/i] [u]"So you brought a gun? Shame, shame. I expected to actually feel bad about murdering you. Not want to murder you more. Oh well.[/u] [u]But how do you want to die, Dmitri? Peacefully dying isn't an option, mind you."[/u]
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I'm not here to fight, Irina. I just want to talk. [b]He had a stern look upon his face.[/b] I never wanted to anger you. I'm sorry. [b]With that, he laid down his AK-47.[/b] So. Do you think I could make it up to you?
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[u]"Hmm. Let me try to remember what you've done... Tried to recruit me into destroying this hellhole, then tried to murder me...then threatened me with a "fleet bigger than Treyman's"...bitch, please - alongside a bomb...oh, and one murder, probably not your first. But oh, I expect someone to show up, and to put a bullet in my head soon. After all, I do have a rather large bounty still, don't I?"[/u] [i]Irina cackled monstrously, as if she had been driven literally mad. There was clearly something wrong with her.[/i]
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Fine. But there is something I can probably do. [b]He took off his parka.[/b] You can kill me.
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[i]A girl runs up to the man with extended arms and a smile.[/i] "Friend?!"
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[spoiler]goddamit[/spoiler] [spoiler]this reply is now non-canon[/spoiler] [b]The man loads the girl full of bullets.[/b] No. [spoiler]this post is now canon.[/spoiler] [b]The man pulled a dagger off of his belt, holding it in an offensive position.[/b] Who are you?
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[spoiler]Well.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Non-canon[/spoiler] [i]The girl shoots an *ss load of plasma butterflies at the man that swarm him and cut him to pieces.[/i] [spoiler]Canon[/spoiler] [i]Iso stops in front of him, not worried about the knife.[/i] "My name is Iso. Who're you?"
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Dmitri Ivashkov. I need to get into the Dojo, so if you'll excuse me.... [b]He walked past her, unsheathing his other knife. When he reached the gates, he pressed his hand to them.[/b] Heh. I don't know how this will go, but it will.
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[i]Iso follows closely.[/i] "Why do you want in? Are you another soldier?"
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Maybe. But that does not matter. I am not here to fight, but to talk. And not to you. [spoiler]not end[/spoiler]
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[i]Iso pouts.[/i] "Why not talk to me? I can be loads of fun!"
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Sure you can. [b]He smirks, raising his eyebrows.[/b]
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[i]Iso tries to hug him.[/i] "I can! Really!"
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[b]He dodges the hug, clenched his fists.[/b] Goddamnit.
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[i]Iso gets a lil mad.[/i] "Let me hug you!"
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No! [b]He looks at you sternly.[/b]
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[i]Iso tries to hug him again.[/i] "I won't stop until you hug me!"
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[b]He sidestepped and pushed her to the ground.[/b]
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[i]Iso quickly recovers and tries again.[/i] "That's not friendly!"
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[b]He did not speak, but he unzipped his parka and let it fall to the ground. A tight black shirt hugged his form.[/b]
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[i]Iso tackles him in a hug.[/i] "Yes!"
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[b]Before she can, however, he grabs her arms and twists them behind her back, forcing her to her knees. He leans down and kisses her on the cheek.[/b]
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[i]Iso giggles with a slight blush.[/i] "Aw, I enjoy kisses too."
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[b]He kisses her full on the lips this time.[/b]
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[i]Iso's face goes red and she squirms a little.[/i] "That's going a little far."