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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2017 1:47:10 AM
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[i]”A Past Remembered”[/i]
[i]Dojo Arena, Simulation: Shila XV[/i]
Practice. Fight. Live and Survive.
Those were always the rules that any known soldier must abide by, alongside being noble and loyal toward whatever side they may choose.
Perhaps it was more Sure for Shila.
Wearing a dark blue tank top, with a black hoodie tied around her waist, black sweatpants, and black sneakers, she was seen combating what seemed to be a simulated version of a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/36/31/a1/3631a121f48cd08701c5b4ae1af692eb--arte-samurai-samurai-warrior.jpg]samurai[/url], wielding a dual-bladed weapon, the two locking saber to saber.
She proceeded to stab the samurai through the eye, the Simulation crying in agony as it disappeared, destroyed.
With Shila panting, she sat down onto the grass, resting, and thinking about her life in General up to that point.
[spoiler]Open to anyone.[/spoiler]
English
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“Samurais were Japanese, yeah? こんにちは?” The male voice came from a few meters behind the samurai. As he said the word ‘hello’ in Japanese, it was clear that he was not a native speaker of the language. His pronunciation, while not abysmal, was still not something a Japanese person would want to listen to. If Shila were to turn around and look at the bearer of the voice, she’d find an average looking man, with a fair skin tone and mesomorphic body. He stood at a height of 5’11”, and had a head of wild black hair, that couldn’t seem to stay still. The only thing that could serve to differentiate the man from the average civilian was the cybernetic left arm, but even that was common amongst combatants. If he was unique in any way, it definitely wasn’t in appearance.
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“Yes...and they were also the royal guards of my homeworld. We were kind of what happens when you mix ancient Sol Japanese culture and modernized Sol American culture. If you can think of that.” Shila tells the man, seemingly getting up. “I don’t know much about the Japanese language, except that and goodbye. Father never really wanted me to learn anything other than English.
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“So like... robo samurai with guns?” He guessed, using his imagination. He was, in facf, quite intrigued; even when he visited certain Japanese sectors of Tatakai, the only samurais he’d seen were statues or cosplays. You could call him a fascinated tourist, honestly. “And homeworld? So you’re not from this planet?” His inquisitiveness was light an casual, not something that would normally make a person uncomfortable.
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 12/27/2017 5:14:09 PM“Both...is a yes. Although it wasn’t always like that; we had to adapt. As for my homeworld, yes. Came from a desert world with multiple oasises of cherry blossoms and massive gardens.” Shila had told him, proceeding to lay down and stare toward the stars. Sure, this person was a stranger to her. But, he seemed to be interested in her culture, and was more than willing to tell him about her former world.
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He sat down; the man could picture the scene quite easily. He’d traveled far and wide, and seen many environments, after all. “A desert with cherry blossoms, huh? I can understand the samurai thing, then. What caused you to leave?” Indeed, there were many reasons a person might want to leave their homeland. However, the man could never quite connect with those reasons, because as far as he could remember (which wasn’t very far), he’d never had a homeland.
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“A war. Mercenaries came in, wanted to profit off of the various things we had. Iridium deposits, the cherry blossoms I mentioned earlier, even something they called ‘element zero’ was in our main palace. My people refused. My father sent me off so that I’d have to avoid the war going on at home.” She had told him.
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“Sent you off, instead of having you help win the war?” He asked. “Was your family one of importance?” Wars were one of things he knew too well yet not well enough. He’d seen conflicts, battles, wars, and his fair share of bloodshed. He understood why the father would want to send Shila away. But he didn’t understand the greed and selfishness that drove the mercenaries to start the war–in other words, the political side.
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“My father was the War General they brought in when the war started. He wanted me to have a legacy if he died there.” Shila had told him, staring toward the sky. War was different from her. Most likely, she never understood the full capacity of war, full of actual death, and the threat of death looming over anyone’s head, no matter what side they came from in whatever conflict in whatever place at whatever time.
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“Ahh, that makes sense,” Vance replied, staring up at the sky. “Do you ever think about how he’s doing? Or do you ever wish you could go back and try to help him survive?” He didn’t know much about what a person in Shila’s position would or fantasize about, which was why he was curious.
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“I...wish I could. Mostly that I’d have the best of two worlds; both here and at home. My father said not to worry about him, considering that he’d at least want me safe, but...I don’t know. Don’t know about what’s happened to my home in nearly 9 months.” Shila had told Vance, sniffling as she stared up at the stars.
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“Aww, don’t sniffle. I don’t know what’s happened to my home in the past 25 years!” He exclaimed, forcing a laugh. “What matters is living here, and now. Though if you ever [i]do[/i] get the chance to return to your homeworld, I’d love to come with you.”
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She stopped sniffling, looking up at Vance. “Yeah; sounds alright, for the most part. I mean, I don’t even know when to come back. But for now...I might as well stay here.” She had told him. “Never caught your name, by the way.”
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“Ahh... call me Lysander.” He said. At this point, giving out false names was an ingrained habit of his. It was nothing against Shila, for Vance gave a different alias to every single person he met. “And you, miss?”
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“Shila. Simple as that.” She replies. No one exactly knew of her group, thus it would make sense that she tells her real name; at the time, she wasn’t under any risk of death from any bounties employee by the merge or anything like that.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2017 5:58:01 PM[u]Huh, I thought this place was vacant at the moment.[/u] *Someone approached from the woman’s right, gently padding toward her. It was Sapphire, the tall, white tiger/woman thing’s height contrasting their clear and open surroundings.* *She always loved to wear flamboyant and colorful outfits which she rarely repeated, and today was now different. She was wearing a grey tank top and tan cargo shorts. The day before that her outfit of choice was a very tank top and tan cargo shorts. Before that, she wore a grey tank top and tan cargo shorts.* *She plucked an object from her pocket and tossed it in the air, arcing steeply as it travelled toward the unfamiliar woman. It landed less than two feet in front of her, revealing itself to be a small notebook with an attached pencil.* [u]I can’t hear, so you’re going to have to use that to talk to me.[/u]
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Shila gave a thumbs up, writing in the notebook before showing it to Sapphire, a smile upon her face. “I got in around half an hour ago. Mostly just practice my fighting by replicating my old home. Guessing you’re here for the same reason?” It said on the book.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2017 5:58:23 PM*She reached the woman and read what she had written. Now that she was closer, she could see that Sapphire’s eyes were slate colored and that the skin— [i]fur[/i] she showed seemed to have quite a few scars of varying sizes.* *She seemed to debate her own actions before awkwardly sitting down in the grass, her body not quite turned toward the woman. She sat up straight, her posture stiff.* [u]I don’t run simulations of my home. I’m not going back. I practice fighting for this world. I’ve tried practicing with actual people, but they left before we were even done talking.[/u] *Her tone had changed now. Though she hadn’t said much before, it sounded much more natural than now. She spoke like someone who shouldn’t have joined the improv club.*
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Shila flipped a page and wrote something else in her notebook, before turning it to Sapphire. “My home was in the middle of a civil war. They sent me away so that they could make sure I wasn’t killed. Along with most other women. Minus a few, of course. I’ve been here ever since. Perhaps maybe this would be my new home.” She says on the paper, resting upon the grass. Shila has thought about for a moment, before writing something else down. “And I can help in battling you. As a sparring partner.”
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2017 5:58:51 PM[u]This planet isn’t a bad place to live. I wasn’t sent here, though. I was ditched by accident. Oh, and most here call me Sapphire.[/u] *The only eye contact she made was the occasional glance at the woman’s face while she spoke. Instead, Sapphire mainly kept her eyes pinned on the horizon.* [u]And, we could spar. I am stronger than you might think, though.[/u]
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Shila wrote something else down. “Well, I’m sorry then for bringing that up. Just...my home was mostly full of cherry blossoms and a lot of good people...then those mercenaries pushed us out, and took our stuff to sell on the Black Market. Some of them...even children.” Was Shila’s Response, sighing. “As for dueling, just give a few moments to rest and I’ll fight you?” Was alps on the note.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2017 6:00:27 PM*She nodded understandingly.* [u]I used to be a member of the navy. We used to prevent things like that... Even here I guess I still protect others. I found my adopted daughter hiding after her older brother who was taking care of her had been murdered.[/u] *She paused, cutting the flow to another sentence. She had been talking much more naturally again, they were topics she seemed to want to share, but not with a stranger like the one she was sitting with.* [u]You never told me your name.[/u]
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She wrote down a single word...then added a couple more, handing it back to Sapphire. “Shila. And yours?”
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2017 6:00:48 PM[u]Shila isn’t a bad name. Like I said before, most call me Sapphire. My real name is Sphan’Iri, though. [/u] *She made eye contact with Shila this time, seemingly pleased that someone had asked about her real name.*
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“Such an interesting name.” Shila would write down, showing Sapphire. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that name before. Native to where you came from?” She asked via notebook.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/27/2017 5:57:02 PM*She nodded, smiling a little.* [u]Back home we all have two part first names. The first part is the meaning and the second part is the gender. Most people here thought Sphan’Iri was too long or weird though. A friend came up with Sapphire as a nickname.[/u]
