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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/21/2016 12:58:56 AM
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"Bah...talking is really the only thing I have. Not like you'd understand."
The Old man said with a scowl.
He was dresses pretty casually, a button up shirt covered by a red trenchcoat and some black cargo pants. At least it was normal compared to some others..
The old man stroked his snow white beard as he thought and his eyes quickly eyed the insignia on JTs arm.
"Say...did you happen to know......[b]him[/b]?"
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[i]"Know? No. I was in a... Cult, you could consider it, dedicated to His worship." Phoenix's Unborn, only place in the Twilight to find a cult dedicated to fair fights from a Lieutenant of Old. [/i]
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"He is the last person I'd expect to have a....cult you call it. But I did know the man, or machine as I used to think. It was strange how we met actually." Sakuret said to JT. "This was on Terra about maybe a few decades back or so where I live. I shot down a bird, which prompted him to apparently come towards me and start getting pissy. I got punched the face which hurt like hell. However I had my Rail gun at the time and I fired it off at him...which missed. So as a bargaining tool I gave him my rail gun and we exchanged names and that was that." He said, reminiscing on the past.
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[i]"Friendship blossoming from an arms deal gone wrong, how excellent." JT chuckled just a tad bit when he spoke, his Texan accent distorted by the laughter. Though he was definitely just trying to lighten the Old Man's mood. "Let me guess, bird was magical like the one that gave me this here arm?"[/i]
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"No. It was a camera. But he had a magical bird? That is bizarre......" He said, his tone and mood not shifting a bit. "I haven't seen him in a long while...But I actually do have something. You know how I gave him a rail gun correct? I actually have another of the same model." The old man said, now scratching at his face. The skin started to peel off slowly to reveal more skin except this skin had no wrinkles at all. After a few minutes of peeling the skin off it revealed that this 'Old Man' was really someone else much younger using makeup. "You see, I'm not really that old and it wasn't a few decades. More like 7 years." Sakuret said, his voice now not as old and gravelly. "That hurt my throat talking like that...anyways I'm Sakuret Ceiko, someone who lost their entire life within one hour."
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[i]Marshal JT, the Cowboy and Lieutenant of this here Dojo." He said, as JT looked to Sakuret's strange way of entering a place like the Dojo. Perhaps he was getting youngsters to fight him so he can deliver an ass kicking, maybe it was a fetish, none of it was clear to JT. And frankly, he didn't want to know. [/i]
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Yes, because he totally has a thing for being old. "A lieutenant here? Mind explainin' to me what all that's about? I've seen some weirdos running around with magic and it's kinda annoyin'"
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[i]"Don't even get me started, never met a Magician I liked. I'm responsible for keeping things fro going to hell, like a few others."[/i]
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"Uh huh...So are you do you guys have a leader? If not I'm surprised it hasn't gone to shit already." Sakuret said, popping his joints for no reason.
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[i]"Lieutenants and Sensei's or whatever we're called now are the leaders, no head to us."[/i]
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"That's a bit strange. But its not unheard of." Sakuret said, reaching into one of his pockets to pull out a pack of cigarettes and taking one out. "I must say though, this is a extremely weird place." Using one of his lighters, Sakuret lit the cigarette and started smoking.
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[i]"If it's good enough for literal gods like Sithis, then it's good enough for us non-magicians." JT said with a chuckle soon following his words. He harboured a great distaste for anyone with magic as he had never met one respectable mage in his forty years, with the exception of Trinity and a select few from the old Cedyetica days. "So what's your story?"[/i]
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"Could just call me a drifter honestly. I picked up some things and dropped some things. Don't exactly have a story to be honest. However when I met the Phoenix himself, that was my greatest time...and my downfall."
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[i]"What do you mean by that?"[/i]
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"I'll show you." He grabbed his cigarette from his mouth and rubbed his fingers on it. Sakuret then flicked it away from the two. It exploded, but not a huge explosion but just a small firecracker pop. "I can place explosive charges on things and explode them. That is one of the good. The bad is how I nearly died every day." He explained. "My downfall was on a blimp, 4 years ago. I got stabbed repeatedly with my own knives. Eventually I fell off the blimp and into the cold sea. How I didn't die is a mystery not even I can answer for sure. But nonetheless I had the last laugh, those people who stabbed me died on the blimp."
