originally posted in:The New Dojo
A walking Goat passed by, stopping and watching.
"What the hell...."
She sighed, putting her journal away.
"What is this?"
Her paws made virtually no sound on the grass, and she seemed warm despite being only dressed in a tank top and sweatpants. Then again, she had fur.
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"Honoring a man I never met... that sounds weird saying it aloud," David noted.
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"Yeah. No shit." The goat said, sighing. "So you're one of those guardian -blam!-s?"
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"There's a bunch of us here."
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"Well no kidding." She looked at the grave, then mused "You didn't happen to bury him with his gear, did you?"
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"I don't know," David replied, "I didn't bury him."
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"Well, only one way to find out..." She frowned "I don't think I can blast it out.....could I?" Her palm glowed with fire
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"They probably didn't."
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She placed her palm on the ground, and it began to ripple "Get out of the way...just in case."
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David stepped back. He was curious.
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The ground blasted up to reveal the body or the coffin or whatever "Well...that worked..."
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It was a coffin.