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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/19/2017 11:41:23 PM
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That's some mighty power you're packin'.
[b]The [url=https://fireemblem.gamepress.gg/sites/fireemblem/files/styles/300h/public/2017-11/Dorcas.png?itok=Ic6-cUSp]Man[/url] who had spoken laughed, a feat which made him seem hearty, considering his size at three inches above six feet. His voice was smooth and deep, but held a sort of grumble, in fact- it was quite relaxing to listen to, as he slurred his words together into a sentence that tired out its listener. He wore (beyond his normal clothes) two ornate looking, silver forearm guards, probably for decoration. At his belt swans an axe, double bladed and rather thick, it's handle was short, to be held in one hand, but it was long enough that a person could use two hands for a more powerful strike. [/b]
I do hope you're taking it [i]out[/i] of the dojo!
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“Yeah. Helping someone move out.” [i]The shorter figure, the teenager replied, sounding to be rather amused. The woman did not speak, but she stopped and warily gazed at the man from behind the half black, half white mask she wore.[/i]
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Oh, really? Good. Any little bit helps. You'll see men with weapons like those on the streets nowadays. Scares me it does. [b]He picked up a sack that he had left on the ground, it was rather large, and brown in color. When it shifted as he rolled his shoulders, the pair he was talking to could hear the clack of wood inside. [/b] Unless you're moving it back to dojoville.
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“We’re taking it out of here, promise, man.” [i]The teenager said, hefting the two guns in his hands. [/i] “Come on we need to go. This shit’s heavy.” [i]The woman said, addressing the teenager.[/i]
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[b]He looked at the pair before sighing, and placing his bag down. [/b] If you want, I'll Help you carry some of those. No use in breaking your back. Besides, I'm sure you could shoot or outrun me anyways if I tried to steal them. [b]He held his hands out, ready to take on a load of the weapons. It seemed like the sack was not important, or he thought that he had nothing better to do. [/b]
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“We’re good... thanks.” [i]The woman replied hastily and slightly aggressively. [/i] “We don’t have far to go.” [i]The boy said, more politely. They didn’t appear to want to totally explain what was going on or who they were, but it was clear that the woman was not nearly as amiable as the boy.[/i]
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Alright, take care you two. Those are some nasty looking weapons- I hate to see them be used on something other than a target. [b]He picked up the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. After turning around, he called to the pair as he walked off. [/b] Or a bad guy- them too!
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“Hmmph...” [i]The woman said, carrying on her way. [/i] “Yeah man... thanks.” [i]The boy said, the two of them marching towards the outskirts of the Dojo. They were going out further into the snowy fields and forest, to something out there.[/i]
