originally posted in:The New Dojo
“Truly inspirational....” Ainsley murmured as he approached, trying to investigate the source of the sudden yelling.
Ainsley was young, only about 18 years of age. He had the athletic build of a fighter, with a head of dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin. His eyes were as unnatural as eyes could get; they lacked distinctly colored pupils. His irises were entirely an electric opal color; bright blue with various other colors swirling within.
The second unnatural thing about him was the faint, electric aura that emanated from him. This was both felt and seen, as blue lightning periodically flashed around his body.
Upon seeing Marcus, Ainsley called out an inquiry.
“You the one who randomly yelled out?”
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Marcus looked up from his journal, looking up to Ainsley. “Yeah, mate. That was probably me. Just forgot what I was gonna write, mate.”
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“Ah, that happens to me often, except not in writing. For instance, I have no recollection of what I was doing before I came out here to investigate.” Ainsley frowned slightly. What [i]was[/i] he doing? At any rate. “Is that a journal?” He asked, pointing at the book.
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“Huh...Yeah. Forgot what I was gonna say.” He told him, slowly getting up from the tree, slinging his M1 Carbine alongside his back. “Maybe you could help me? Got this today.”