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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/19/2017 5:00:42 AM
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The woman took the sword back, reattaching it to a magnetic clip on her back, securing back into its rightful place.
Looking back, her glowing eyes danced over Isabella, studying the woman before she clasped one hand against the other behind the small of her back. She stood with an air of superiority.
"Telekinesis..."
She echoed the word.
"That's putting it lightly."
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"Lightly? Well, your stop's just about up there.." [i]Isabella sarcastically pointed up, to the Dojo.[/i] "See how fuсkin' "lightly" they take that shit. Though granted, they'll probably ignore your arrival since their сhodes are all stuck in some gun barrel or each other." [i]The unfavorable opinion of the Dojo had seemed to especially resonate with Isabella recently, and it was only growing as she had to put up with it's denizens.[/i] "...Though I don't take you for that type. Seeing as you didn't bluntly massacre those three.. I don't think you'd bluntly enter that hole. Don't know you though, but.. it is a guess."
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"If I have to fight, I will. But I would prefer not to start fights where they aren't needed." The blue woman spoke with a tone only comparable to royalty, she carried herself as such as well.
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"One of those types. Alright, good in my books already." [i]Isabella took note of both the woman's manner of speaking and her relatively peaceful intentions. Her approval was expressed by a faint smile, nothing more though.[/i] "You know. You blue folks aren't that rare anymore. There's this other blue chick with cool sci-fi powers. I think she's good with portals and.. you know what the hell a Vex is?"
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"A machine with a bio organic matter in it that acts as a mind, yes." She nodded then, speaking in a slow manner as she had been.
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"Just checking if you knew, sweetheart. Quit acting like some pretty fuсking princess, even though you could crush my skull in an instant if you wanted. Point is - you'd probably like her, maybe anyway. And about the spy thing.. Can I get a name? So you aren't chased down by Georg's little fuсkbuddies out of anger?"
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The woman ignored the insult, brushing it off like nothing. "Gwen."
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"Mm. Alright. Isabella." [i]She offered out her hand, for a handshake.[/i]
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Gwen complied readily, shaking the general's hand with a surprisingly firm grip of her own .
