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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Pofeh:
3/6/2017 2:30:58 AM
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[b]Courtyard A2, 9:32 A.M.[/b]
[u]Sitting on one of the few benches in the large courtyard, Bjorn rests his weary legs for the first time in days. Staring at the cherry tree in the center, he exhales deeply, a great calm coming of his armored body. Resting beside him is his sheathed sword and rifle, the gun not having a mag and the blade safely locked in its containment field. Talking to himself, he laments at the Dojo's beauty.[/u]
"[i]Such a wondrous place. I can see why he'd have spent so much time here. What need for he of the toils of home, when such a serene heaven, isolated from the issues of the world exists? Truly, it is without an equal...[/i]"
[u]Sitting in silence for a few more minutes, Bjorn moves his heavily armored gauntlet towards the edge of his helmet. Fumbling with a few magnetic locks, he pulls the pressurized capsule off of his head with a pop, revealing a most handsome face. Looking no more then twenty, there was no way he could be in his thirties without being some other species. Resting the helmet at his side, he breathes in deeply, appreciating his surroundings.[/u]
[spoiler]Open af bby[/spoiler]
English
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"Oh? My sword has never failed. I have conquered every land I have set my mind too. It seems we are at a standstill."
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[u]Chuckling merrily, Bjorn responds with a smile.[/u] "[i]It would seem so, Iskander. I must ask, what technique do you use? I trained with the sword and board as it's called, or more commonly know as sword and shield.[/i]" [u]He picked his sword up from the bench, unsheathing it it a slow, wide arc. Electricity sparked off of the blade into his arm, flowing throughout his body and armor. Runes glowed incandescently as the light got to a point where it was almost painful to look at, but Bjorn simply stared at it with a similar look of admiration he had had for the beauty of the Dojo before.[/u]
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[b]Iskandar laughed jovially.[/b] "I prefer the single blade." [b] He drew a bronze blade, radiating with a flame that was unseen but felt[/b]
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[u]Staring intently at Iskander's blade, Bjorn's demeanor turns solemn. Seemingly remembering something, Bjorn motions his sword towards Iskander's sword.[/u] "[i]Flames... I knew somebody who used something similar. I came here in search of information, and I intend to do what I came to do. [/i]" [u]He sheathes his sword, the excess electricity pulsing throughout his suit.[/u] "[i]What do you know of a man named Royal? I have a few questions to ask him which are of the utmost importance.[/i]"
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"Ah yes of course! Sir Royal, a sensei of this grand place. He is most commonly found in his Lounge of Blades. The tavern of this great place."
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[u]Grabbing his rifle, he slings the large gun over his shoulder and onto his back. Starting to walk off, he nods towards Iskander.[/u] "[i]Thanks for the information. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have questions that... cannot wait for idle chat to finish.[/i]" [u]Bjorn's whole demeanor has changed, from the jolly man who had been talking a few seconds ago to a more serious person focused on completing a task.[/u]
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"FAREWELL!" [b]Iskandar waved at Bjorn as he left as well, headed for the arena [/b] [spoiler]Timeskip?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yup.[/spoiler] [u]Opening the door to the Lounge of Blades, Bjorn walks into the bar with purpose. Towering over most of the residents, he searches for somebody to ask about Royal. Spotting the Bartender, he strides quickly and places his arms on the counter.[/u] "[i]What do you know of a man who goes by the name of Royal? I was told by a new friend that he frequents this place, and I have questions that cannot wait to be answered.[/i]"
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[b]The man laughed slightly, leaning over the counter as he took his hood off. Green eyes. Scar on his left cheek.[/b] [i]"Whaddya want from him?" [/i] [b]If Bjorn had received any type of description. He would know that this, was Royal [/b]
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[u]Slamming his hand down on the counter hard enough for it to practically shatter under its force, he tears off his helmet to reveal his face. The resemblance to Balthazar is uncanny, but instead of the friendly, happy demeanor Balthazar exhibited, anger burns in the man's eyes.[/u] "[i]I want answers, and I want them now. You will tell me what happened to my father[/i]
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[b]Royal raised an eyebrow[/b] "Wait. Back up for a second. Father?"
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[u]Drawing his sword and slicing through the counter with a blaze of electricity, anger and hate clouded all emotion that would have held him back. Electricity arced off of his armor and his face, burning at his surroundings as it licks the floor and tables surrounding him.[/u] "[i]You heard me right. That god-forsaken son of a bitсh had a little boy, who he abandoned in favor of adventure and glory! I have searched for years, trying to find the slightest lead on where he might be, and when I find somebody who knows him, I learn that they didn't even know of my existence?![/i]" [u]Screaming in rage, he slams his free hand into the counter, completely shattering it into pieces as he seethes in anger.[/u]
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"THAT'S IT!" [b]Bjorn's vision was clouded for a moment, and when he adjusted he found himself in a pure black area[/b] "You fúcked up my counter. So I brought you here. To the shadow realm. Now take it easy and let's talk civilly."
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[u]Electricity begins to flow freely from Bjorn's body and blade, his eyes almost glowing with anger. Pointing his sword towards Royal, lightning arcs menacingly towards him. It seems as if all sensibility is lost as he flies into a rage.[/u] "[i]HE LEFT ME WITHOUT A THOUGHT FOR YOU PEOPLE! HE LEFT ME, HIS ONLY SON, FOR A BUNCH OF FRIENDS TO GO ON SOME GODDAMN ADVENTURE![/i]" [u]A disc pops out of his left arm and with a whir exudes contained plasma, electricity and heat exuding from its radiance. Forming a large round shield, Bjorn slams his blade against the edge, flames and electricity exploding outward in a massive reaction.[/u]
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"Your father died of old age! And it was a pretty sick adventure!" [b]Royal started circling Bjorn, without a weapon[/b]
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[u]The air around Bjorn begins to become riddled with static electricity as his rage starts to grow. A metallic taste fills Royal's mouth as the air becomes heavy, Bjorn's shield heating up slowly.[/u] "[i]BUT IS AN ADVENTURE WORTH ABANDONING YOUR SON, YOUR FAMILY, AND FAILING TO TELL ANY OF YOUR FRIENDS OF THEIR EXISTENCE? I HAVE SEARCHED FOR THIS MAN FOR YEARS. HE DOES NOT SIMPLE "DIE OF OLD AGE". GIANTS LIVE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS! YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE HE IS![/i]"
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"I DON'T WHERE HE IS DAMNIT. Last time I saw him, we were battling an incredible enemy."
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[u]Screaming in rage, lightning begins to arc out for several meters in every direction from his body. Bjorn slams his sword into what would be ground, and a bolt of lightning strokes him almost out of nowhere.[/u] "[i]THEN YOU ARE USELESS TO ME! LET ME LEAVE THOS PLACE, OR I SHALL FORCE MY WAY OUT![/i]"
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"VERY WELL!" [b]His vision clouded once more and he was outside the dojo gates.[/b] "There." [b]Royal spoke from on top of the wall[/b]
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[u]Pointing his sword towards Royal, a storm quickly begins to form over the two. Lightning begins to strike the land around them, charring their surroundings.[/u] "[i]YOU WILL LET ME IN, AND I SHALL CONTINUE MY SEARCH! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME FROM FINDING MY FATHER, NOR DO YOU HAVE ANY SAY IN WHAT I DO WHEN I FIND HIM![/i]"
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"I'm not stopping you dammit. Just do me a favor and sheathe your blade ."
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[u]Staring at Royal with an immense dislike, Bjorn slams his blade into its sheath. The storm, however, does not subside. It seems all of his hatred for his father is funneling into the nearest person available, that which being Royal.[/u]
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"Alright! Thank you. Please try not to harm anyone within these walls. I will try to help you as best I can." [b]The gates creaked open[/b]
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[u]Bjorn storms through the gate, the storm spreading over most of the Dojo. Lightning does not strike, but it sits over like a constant reminder to the fact that Bjorn has arrived.[/u]
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"Yeah... Nice to meet you too..."" [spoiler]End? [/spoiler]
