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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2017 9:19:51 PM
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He first raised an eyebrow at what was becoming of the corpses–it was some questionable, shady stuff, but that never matter to anybody.
“In the Dojo? Hell if I know. Probably too often,” He replied. “I don’t spend much time in one place, but from what I’ve heard, the place is a riot.”
He shoved his ash-covered hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, jumping up to sit on one of the many empty vendor stalls in the plaza.
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"A riot is an understatement." He brought up one hand to gesture to the plaza around him. "I'm sure you know that this place has no limit for people like you. The talented, gifted, cursed. The different. Imagine if one of those men were capable of the damage you just did. There most likely wouldn't [i]be[/i] any hostages left from the fight. All of this could've been wiped out in a blink of an eye with how capable some of these people are."
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“You’re totally right,” Vance replied, unsure where Mr. Moss was going with this. “But that’s common knowledge. A few guys can’t do much to prevent people capable of mass destruction from causing mass destruction... right?” Unless Mr. Moss had something to offer– he [i]did[/i] just mention something about a job opportunity.
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"You're right," Mr. Moss admitted, shrugging in admittance, "this place is a Purgatory for the powerful and abusive. However, there is still work to be done to prevent them from continuing. A "few guys" as you call us are capable of many, many things. We contract third party assets like yourself for our cause - those that are already embedded in the community. From there we post assignments and give missions that range from asset retrieval to elimination of dangerous targets. Like the people I mentioned before. But the most field work you'll be doing right now would be information gathering. It helps the cause and can help take out one monster that's willing to do what you just stopped -" He nodded his head towards a pile of ash that Vance left behind. The remains of one of the kidnappers. " - or things much worse."
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“I’m interested,” Vance responded. After all, it might not be too different from what Vance was doing now and before–roaming the world with only one clear goal. Stopping wrongdoers like these. “Where do I sign up?” He debated asking whether it would come with cool stuff or not. Probably too early for that.
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Mr. Moss arched an eyebrow. Somebody was eager. "You'll most likely be doing standard tasks like information-gathering. It's helpful to have someone who already has history in the Dojo know about the going-ons. And of course, eliminating threats where need be." He raised his forearm and tapped his watch, bringing up a holographic keypad that his fingers glided across easily. "You'll know more as time goes on. I hope you'll understand that we don't give you our name or access to the majority of our resources yet, but those are the rules. And speaking of which..." Approaching from the site of the planned execution, the burly man in the preacher clothes walked towards the duo. Behind him, no sign of the bodies were left. Only traces of the battle. "May I introduce you to Yaksha, our..." "Morale administrator," Yaksha finished, extending his hand to Vance, "it is important to nourish the hearts of all my brothers and sisters in a congregation like ours."
