originally posted in:The New Dojo
Deciding that he would be the creator of his own event today, the man looked up and signalled over to the woman. In his waiting, his mind had set to work once more, raising a matter that he decided he needed another's opinion on.
"You there, miss!" he called to the passing woman.
He looked relatively aged, perhaps around his early thirties. With tanned skin and short, slightly unkept hair, the man didn't look too distinguishable in terms of looks. His gear was a far cry from outlandish as well - typical civilian clothing with an outdoorsman's coat.
English
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The woman turned around, having jeans and a winter fur coat on. Although her appearance was a sharp contrast to his, slightly tanned skin, cat-like eyes colored a burning, brilliant orange, and oddly enough, a few small and mostly see through scaled on her jaw line. They where in two small clusters lining the back ridge of her jaw, hardly noticeable in the current lighting. Peculiar. She spoke however, snapping him back to reality. "Yeah, what is it?"
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He quickly jogged up to her, keeping decent pace for someone who just leapt off a bench. "I have a question, if you don't mind me asking. It's on a topic I recently just learned of, and the fact of its matter really only struck me today. Would it be any trouble to ask you about it? You seem like enjoyable company." The stranger spoke very matter-of-factly, as if he was just one British accent away from sounding like Dr. Who.
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She gave him a quizzical look then, Rose wasn't one to get involved in ordeals she didn't know, but maybe just this one exception. He seemed nice enough after all. "Sure, whatya need to ask?"
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"Roko's Basilisk," he began, "have you ever heard it? I don't expect much people outside the community it was discovered in to know about it." He kept pace with the slightly-scaled woman, talking as he walked through the Dojo with her. Someone capable of multitasking at the very minimum.
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"No, haven't heard of it. What about it?" What was the thing? She didn't know, as she slowed her pace to allow him to keep up, lost in thought a bit.
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"Well -" he began, but cut himself off soon after, "my apologies, but I must warn you that what I might tell you may put you in danger. It is quite literally a dangerous idea. I suppose I am already in danger with my knowledge of it, but if you refuse, I will understand." A dangerous idea? What did that mean? The intellectual civilian seemed quite sure of what he was saying, including warning the woman before speaking to her further.
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"I've been in a lot of danger before, I can handle it." She let out a sigh, since sadly it was true.