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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/4/2017 10:28:20 PM
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Hearing of this battle, Cain coldbourne would become curious. Combat has changed drastically over the large period of time he had...skipped, to keep it simple.
He summoned his steed, took to the saddle and took off at an incredible speed, comparable to that of some modern super cars. He was donned in his large suit of armor, but to him it was as light as a sheet. He was used to operating quickly like a storm trooper no matter what he had on.
Upon arriving at the camp, Cain would look around before disembarking his steed. With a soft pat on the side of the beasts body, the skeletal horse faded away as he observed.
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[b][i]The camp was bustling with activity: Golem and people moving crates and chatting, people drinking, some being a bit crazier (though it was mainly the Warpaths and a few others). Those who were soldiers were easier to tell apart from the regular civilian as they donned military fatigues either fully or partially. They were grey uniforms, in a urban camo fashion, some wearing full shirt pants and boots, while others donned just the pants and a white t-shirt. What they all had though, was a dark green band around the arm with a symbol that looked like a native mask with three claw marks going through it, the symbol for the PMC. Nearby some say at a table in drank, the most noticiable being a man with blue skin and green dreadlocked hair and the man next to him, sharing stories with civilians. Another with a wood golem of very light birch wood which matched his skin tone lifted a kid onto its shoulder, as he laughed a bit, before setting him down. The man had short cut, red hair. The sound of a brawl could also be heard where a crowd had gathered. There was also a woman off with some civilians as well, her shoulders covered by what seemed almost like a pancho as she chatted with them.[/i][/b]
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Cain would eye around, before approaching the woman. He would tap her on the shoulder, trying to get her attention.
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[i][b]The woman's skin st the moment was a reddish pink colour, bright and vibrant. Her kind would change their colour depending on excitement, clearly happy st the moment. Her hair was masculinely short, as was military standard though she liked It that way, a deep purple coloration to it. It was nearly black. The shawl over her shoulder was a dark grey, looking like figure one in this picture https://imgur.com/a/y0bHk, under this a white sleeveless t-shirt on her body and the uniform pants. She turned as she was tapped on the shoulder, revealing what appeared to be a smaller chest but toned limbs.[/b][/i] "Can I help ya love?" [b][i]She said, a fainter British accent on her voice. She wouldn't call it that, not being British but from another world[/i][/b]
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“I was curious as to what was going on here?” Cain would ask. “I’m aware this is a military encampment of the sort, but I am unaware of what it stands for.”
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"We're called Nokomis, in the most basic sense we're a PMC." [b][i]She said.[/i][/b] "No, we aren't just mercs who're gonna work for any criminal who throws us a credit or two. We work legal, we work effective, and we make sure the bad guys are scared of us." [b][i]She said laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Nokomis is the wrath of the life giver. And what one giveth with one hand, they taketh with the other."
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“....life giver?” The ashen haired man would ask, scratching the top of his head. “Who’s that, exactly?”
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"Eh, it's a whole myth that the company was kind/ built on with the golem. They were originally made by people on earth in a place called Africa, they created these creatures to help them fight off invaders. They said they were given life by their equivalent of Mother Nature, or as they called her, Nokomis. Now we use the name and the golem to give the impression we're an unstoppable force of nature."
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“A good slogan AND intimidation tactic.” Cain would compliment. “So, you are all here on a mission then?”
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"We were hired to deal with those assholes, though generally after one job on a planet more spring up so we tend to stick around for a bit." [b][i]She would say. It was the truth, she had seen many planets before: frozen solid ones to those that burned with the heat of a thousand suns[/i][/b] "Its nice in a way, Get to travel and see many different worlds. Same respect though, sucks cause you can greatly anchor in somewhere."
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“...Right.” Cain would response, almost with an unsure tone in his voice. “Well, it seems like you won’t be needing any help. That said I’m willing to assist if need be.”
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"We've usually got any jobs covered, but hey, we're always looking to hire if that's what you mean. If you can fight and are willing to go through the work to become a fighter, and obviously physically can, we welcome you with open arms."
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Cain would look around the camp one more time, as he he was sizing it up. “Yes, I’ll manage.” He answered. “Tell me where you’ll need me.”
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"You aren't just hired on the spot pal. Besides, I'm not the boss. Then again, I'm pretty sure Plate's around here somewhere..." [b][i]She said, looking around for someone, though it seeming to see him[/i][/b]
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“Plate? That’s an...interesting name.” Cain would comment as he looked around as well, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.
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"Nickname a good few of us have for him. Long story short, someone tried to kill him, threw him out of a building and nearly killed him, and they had to put a shit load of metal plates in his head to hold his skull together."
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“I...how would they fit plates in his head?” Cain asked, confused. “Were they small plates? Like...appetizer dishes?”
