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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
3/27/2016 12:35:08 AM
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[b][i]Deep inside the confines of the Dojo, a man stands. The figure is relatively new to this truly strange location, yet faintly familiar to some who may have spoken to him. The crisp air of the early spring wind brushes past him as he strides, sending his lightly shaded brown duster flying behind him, only returning to its original state in between gusts of wind. He strides forwards, his darkly coloured cowboy boots emitting a clanging of metal when his spurs hit the cold floor, leaving a strange pattern of footsteps in the thin layers of dust, barely able to be seen by the human eye. The lights beat down on his cowboy hat, casting a deep shadow over his face, a single cigar protruding from the emptiness, a feint trail of smoke flying into the air above him. At his sides, a pair of silver revolvers lay, resting in their respective holsters. Resting by a sling on his back is a shotgun, the lights reflecting off the onyx black paint. His hand rests a stony grey, matching nothing on him, causing his right arm to stand out amongst the cowboys outfitting. He comes to a halt at a single, wooden bench, and he gently rests on it, taking a seat and glaring out at the Dojo. Now that he had free time and most of his other chapters in life had concluded, the man decided he would spend his days here primarily. [/i][/b]
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[b]The kid from the other day, and what seems to be an older version of the kid stand near JT, but do not look at him.[/b] [spoiler]Dude, don't bother with long posts. You'll be more ignored. The smaller posts usually mean more fighting, so people go for those.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Meh, I RP to improve my writing skills, and so I do long posts. [/spoiler] [b][i]He shoots them both a brief glance, but turns away. [/i][/b]
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[b]The kid approaches JT, as does the older one.[/b] Celon: "Hi! This is my dad!" Celin: "Hey."
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"Well that's good pal. And what's up, father of the kid?"
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Celin: "I'm just really confused. One second, I'm kicking the crap out of another God, now my son teleports me here. To meet you."
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"Well that's... Sweet?"
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"I honestly don't know at this point he's done it a lot."
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"Well, at least it's not a rare occurrence."
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"That is true. Anyways, who are you?"
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"I'm JT9890M, most call me JT or The Frontiersman. You?"
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"I'm Celin."
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"It's a pleasure."
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"Pleasure's all mine. Do you have fighting capabilities?"
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"I'm in my late thirties. I can handle myself, but my bones are old and can screw me over."
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"Would you like to spar?"
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"Fūck it, I'm in. Quick question, you o d of those magic users?"
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"I use Ki. Why? Do you want me not to use it?"
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"Preferably not. Again, I'm old. And I'm a normal human. No extra abilities and shit, just flesh and bone."
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"I'll hold back. Don't want to end up killing you."
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"Well, thanks." [b][i]He said, before he stood, getting in a ready stance. [/i][/b]
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[b]He also gets in a ready stance.[/b] "You get first shot."
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"I insist, you go first. I've never been one to strike first."
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"Alright." [b]He punches JT, sending him flying backwards.[/b]
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[b][i]He swerved to the left of the punch, sending a blow to Celin's temple with. His left hand. [/i][/b]
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[b]Celin blocks it with his other hand, and kicks JT.[/b]
