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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/16/2016 12:45:57 PM
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"You were pretty loud."
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"Sure. Say, I haven't caught your name"
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"I'm Allister. Captain Allister. So I understand what is like to lose a crew."
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"I've seen soldiers fall before. Mind you, it never gets easier. But it gets more bearable. Even then, however, seeing my crew, the people I was responsible for, being executed right in front of me, that was maybe the worst thing I've ever experienced"
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"At least you killed the BASTARDS responsible."
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"There's still many out there. I couldn't get them all without destroying my ship, but we see how that turned out"
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"Nice... Very very nice."
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"So why are you in Dojoville?"
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"Visiting my favorite bar. Yourself?"
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"I don't know. I don't really know what I'm gonna do. No crew. No team. No way back home. No purpose"
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"There might be a way back. Come to the Dojo. There have people playing with technology for a while now."
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"I guess it's worth a shot. Lead the way"
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[b]Allister leads the wolf to the Dojo, stopping at the gates [/b]
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"So, what now?"
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"Give it a moment." [b]The doors slowly creak open [/b]
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"What is this place, exactly?"
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"A Place for warriors of all kinds. A home, sanctuary."
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"Who does it belong to?"
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"The members."
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"How many members are there?"
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"Hundreds, maybe even thousands."
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"Well lets go have a look inside" *this entire time he's been scanning the outside with his eyes, looking for weaknesses in the wall and escape routes (should one be needed)*
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[b]There were none, every single brick, the entirety of the wall seemed damn well protected. Guards patrolling the top, guard towers scatter across the wall and not a single scratch on the walls. The door was different however. Countless scratches, burns, holes and other assorted things filled the gates, showing it's history. But not a single weak point, it seemed as strong as a thousand tanks, perhaps containing more power in that space then what could be found through the universe. It brimmed with power and gave a sense of courage. A sense of will. Allister walked in, and As he did one could spot the inside of the dojo, crowded with fighters of wide array of skills. Swordsmen, gunfighters, beasts tamers. Allister smiled, eyeing a particular piece of scenery. A large cherry blossom tree which seemed to be carved into. /b] "Here we are."
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*walking up to the tree, Wolf notices names carved into it* "What're these names for?"
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"Those are names of the fallen." [b]Allister stood by him, looking the tree up and down [/b] "People that have Died while members."
