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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/8/2017 5:26:16 AM
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"Uhh...burned to ash town? Check. Sounds of gunfire in the background? Check. This place might as well be renamed to sh*tstorm...."
In front of the games now stood a boy wearing a large black trench coat, grey baggy sweat pants, and hiking boots. His green eyes were covered by expensive looking sunglasses as he smirked at the gate in a confident manner.
"Can't wait to have a good ol'time."
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Open. Short. New character somewhat bound to reality.[/spoiler]
English
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“Ayup.” The voice was of Ainsley, whose appearance I hope you recall. “Brawls occasionally occur here, as well. Fun as hell.”
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https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/237918097/0/0/1 [spoiler]bio ^[/spoiler] He turned to Ainsley and chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, well. That's what I came for! I bet that's what most come for. Dunno why a pacifist would come here."
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“Pacifism?” Ainsley snorted. “More like cowardice.” [i]Is this the fabled one? The normal human being?[/i] He thought to himself. Ever since arriving, he’d met one homicidal asylum escapee (or similar to an asylum escapee), a tentacle monster, a freaking 8’9” giant of a person, and a bunch of medieval army fun police. “In my opinion, at least.”
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"Yeah, I can agree to that. They need to pick up their game, guys like me won't always be there protecting them while they hug each other and write strongly written letters." Glen stuck out a hand. "Glen Rider."
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Ainsley shook it. “Ainsley Riker, it’s a pleasure. And huh, our last names are... rather similar, aren’t they?”
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"Yeah, but we obviously come from different families. I'd never be caught wearing such poor clothing, man. Maybe I'll donate something to your charity sometime." He was obviously joking. "I kid. I'm not that much of an *sshole."
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“Who the hell’d wear fancy clothes in a place like this?” He gestured to the more-than-just-dilapidated state of Dojoville. “Or to a fight, for that matter.”
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"Eh. Not to a fight, but I'd still try and look good when just walking around. Gotta keep up the appearance, y'know?" He shrugged. "Maybe that's just me."
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Edited by Crrowly: 11/9/2017 4:13:03 AM“In a place like this? Gotta blend in, dude. Might get mugged otherwise.” Then he thought of something. “Not a bad idea, actually....”
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"Mugged? Yeah, okay. The poor here have no power. The powerful ones are the rich people. At least, from what I've seen."
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“Power ain’t gonna stop a dude from beatin’ the shit outta ya. Gotta be on edge.” Indeed, the constant flicker of electricity around Ainsley’s body showed that he was, in fact, on edge.
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"Power will make it so he can't lay a hand on me because I'll have him tazed in an instant." He replied. "Now...sparkles, what's with the shocking stuff?"
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“I got involved in a freak accident a few months back,” Ainsley replied. “Power plant exploded. Some supernatural shit went down and here I am....” It was easy to assume that some bad shit happened when the power plant exploded, as well.
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"Mhmm. Weird. Might be able to help you with harnessing that power and making it stronger sometime, if you want. Possibly create some cool things to help you. Do you think a blue and black theme would work? Maybe blue and white? Nah, you said you don't want to be showy..." He began to mumble.
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Ainsley grinned. “Electric blue and black sounds fine. I look forward to whatever you have in mind.”
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"Electric blue and black? Alright. I think I can make that look cool. Yeah, I'll have something made up eventually." He chuckled. "Hopefully I get around to it."
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“Yeah, perhaps a small side project for when you’re bored. But anyways.... I’m assuming that you’re adept with technology?”
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"Yes, why? You have a problem that needs fixing? I love fixing problems, let's me show off." He smirked.
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“Excuse me, I do not like it when people insult my village. Or lack thereof.” Suddenly said a heavily accented voice, one the boy could not put a body too.
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"Village, trash heap...same thing. Sorry for insulting it, I guess." The boy had no apologetic tone in his voice. "Wanna come out and play or are you gonna do some Pennywise kind of stuff? I'm not into the idea of fighting a clown in a sewer by biting its tongue, so I'll pass."
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The wall then suddenly moved, or at least that is what it looked like for a moment. A figure stepped out from the wall, though he was not attached to it or did not exit from some passage way, he was simply standing there. “I was already here. And if you think your rude demeanour will help you enter this place, you may wish to turn heel now.”
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"Hey, said I was sorry, didn't I? Relax a little. If I truly thought of this place as trash, why would I come here?" The kid glanced around before looking at the man. "Nice...entrance. I like the part where you just appear out of no where."
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“I was actually just standing in front of the wall.” The Samurai told him. “My armour happens to match the building. Most people do not see me.”
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"Do you usually just stand against that wall all day? I'd imagine that would get tiring to do everyday and rather boring. It's kinda creepy as well. Do you like, work for this place or something?"
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“I do.” The Samurai confirmed. “And the state of myself during my sword duty is nothing for you to worry about.”
