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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/25/2017 3:24:20 AM
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"W-what? Whe-where are we?"
[i]She asked, generally confused, wanting confirmation on the man's first answer.[/i]
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"The Dojo? Some place for fighters? If I'm to be honest, I don't know very much about this place," [i]The man admitted.[/i] "Anyhow... what were you doing collapsed outside of the gates with those wounds?"
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"Running from... them..." [i]She said, sounding tired.[/i] "They're coming for the Dojo... they're coming for the Courier..."
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"I think it's obvious that I don't know who 'they' are, or the 'Courier', miss," [i]The man responded. He sounded equally as tired, maybe for different reasons but still the same feeling.[/i]
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"I'm sorry... I though he knew the people here... I guess that's changed... He's a big guy, wears power armor, has a machine gun on his shoulder, an American flag as a cloak, really sarcastic and scummy." [i]She sighed.[/i] "The men coming for him, I don't know a lot about, but I know that they're well-armed and trained. They know the Courier, they must've been doing deals with him or something... he probably screwed them."
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"Ah." [i]He seemed to understand it, somewhat. But the more pressing issue was....[/i] "And... how exactly did you receive those wounds?"
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"Torture and walking for a few days on end." [i]She said with a sigh.[/i]
