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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/11/2016 4:17:00 PM
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[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.
[spoiler]open[/spoiler]
[spoiler]*cough*IRINA*cough*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sounds cooler IMO [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]But you aren't a Ranger. The only Ranger is Irina now, since Grant retired earlier today.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]SO how the hell do I become one now :/[/spoiler]
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A pleasure to meet you, Watcher. [b]His left hand pulled a knife off of his belt.[/b] But I know how this works.
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"How what works?" [b]Watcher looked at the man rather confused [/b]
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How to get into the Dojo, тупица. [b]He just called you a dumbass. Ivan stabbed the mans hand, kicking him to ground.[/b] You really are bad at this. [spoiler]test: initiated.[/spoiler]
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[b]Watcher rolled to the side, getting to his feet [/b] "Okay, you might not be well informed. Everyone is welcome into the dojo, without a test."
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Really? Because that's not how I remember it. [b]He stepped forward, unsheathing his other knife. Then, he stopped, shaking his head.[/b] Damn you. [b]He walked past Watcher, sheathing his knives.[/b]
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"The hell..." [b]Watcher watched Ivan carefully [/b]
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[b]Ivan pushed open the gates, walking inside.[/b] [spoiler]not end[/spoiler]
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[b]Watcher entered the dojo as well, following Ivan [/b]
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Stop following me. [b]He continued to walk towards the center of the Dojo, speeding up.[/b]
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"Where are you going?"
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None of your business. Now leave me alone. [b]He started to run, curving around buildings and climbing onto rooftops.[/b]
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[b]Watcher followed his every step up the letter [/b]
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Damn, you're persistent. [b]He finally whirled around, punching Watcher in the face.[/b]
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[b]His helmet takes the damage, Injuring Ivan's hand more then Watcher's face [/b]
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[b]Ivan steps back, his face contorted in pain.[/b] F-CK! [b]He gets out his AK-47, aiming it at Watcher.[/b] Back off.
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"Yeah alright fine." [b]Watcher throws his hands up, Stepping back [/b]
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Now if you're smart, you'll stay right there and let me go about my business. [b]He begins to walk off towards the Dojo housing area and stops.[/b] My name isn't Ivan, by the way. It's Dmitri. [b]He starts to walk off again.[/b] Dmitri Ivashkov.
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"Alright. Farewell..."
