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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/22/2016 1:55:55 AM
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[b][i][u]Title: A New Business in Town
Time: 13:00
Area: dojoville and the dojo[/u][/i][/b]
[i]The day was calm under the warm sun, people were happily going about their daily routine, the dojo was lively and perfect, all this was until multiple cars showed up. 10 or 11 old Chevys rolled over the horizon. Some went to dojoville, and others went up the plateau.
The cars rolled up, their engines roaring, and a man stepped out. He proceeded to move around one of the cars and opened the door to it, letting out another man, a tall older man got out of the car, adjusting his jacket, he walked inside the dojo and quickly found himself a large room inside. Within the hour, he was set up and guards were standing outside his door. Inside, he had a large polished wooden desk with decorations around it where he was working.
Below the dojo, a few dozen gangsters began settling in. They had made this place their new home. The Sandello family had dug themselves right in, and so the crime began, making sure the people of dojoville respected them the way they wanted.[/i]
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[b]A man in scarlet walks toward the guards and stops in front of them. A small tube of metal shines at his side. His eyes are twitching a bit, and he looks a bit angry. He seemed odd enough, but what really makes him seem strange are his piercing yellow eyes, spotted with black dots. [/b][i]Hello.[/i][b]He cracks a smile.[/b]
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[b]One guard looks at him, he shows little emotion.[/b] "Hi... what business do ya got bein' here?"
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[i]Just seeing what's going on.[/i]
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"Just starting business up," says one of the guards.
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[b]The drunken man was certainly an oddity. He wore a beaten up rain jacket, several tops reveling a similar shaped shirt. The snow pants and boots he wore were no better. The hood covered his head, a hockey mask over his face. Even weirder, the man had four muscular arms. He seemed to top this way and that, his feet carrying him into walls, the floor and other people. Eventually he made his way to the door, a wet gurgle of growl rising up from his throat. He finally steadied himself in front of the guards, his legs somewhat bent. [/b]
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[b]The guards look at him and one speaks up in a stern voice.[/b] "What brings you here?"
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[b]The hockey mask looks to the guard who spoke, and the eyes below it glowed green. A smoke of black dropped from the holes where the mouth should be, and curdled once it hit the floor. Unmoving, a voice spoke out.[/b] [i]Gentlemen! How are you! [/i]
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[b]Both guards look at him.[/b] "Great. Just great," says one. "What in the world..." the other whispers under his breath.
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[i]Oh, don't mind Dale, nice guy, really. Er... guyS, should I say? Either way! I have a proposal.[/i] [b]One of the four arms twitched, along with his left leg. [/b]
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"And what would that be?" Says one
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[i]Should we really be talking about this in public? Just a thought. And we have little time. He gets cranky of we talk too long.[/i] [b]A foot shuffles to the side, another arm twitch. He head releases another wet growl. [/b]
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[b]A patrol of dojo guards passes the house, seeing the guards outside. A Knight stepped forward, one with a shield and sword [/b] "Excuse me." [b]He Moves one of the guards, going inside [/b]
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[b]Inside, Sandello sits at his desk overlooking some paperwork. His desk has little decorations placed all around and is made of polished wood. He looks up at the knight. [/b] "Please, do knock next time... but what is it you're doing here?"
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"Better question is what you're doing here. Are you a dojo member?"
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"I am now. But really, is there any trouble?"
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"Yes. You do not have permission to walk in and set up shop."
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"Well I don't plan on leaving any time soon, so you might just have to get used to seeing me here."
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"You will obey the laws of the dojo then."
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"Sure thing, but I can't speak for my brothers. They follow my word, but they are very independent."
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"Then you must make them listen. Anything happens, anything you do interferes with the people or anything you do they don't agree with. You're gone. Whether you like it or not."
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"I'll try my hardest, but don't expect perfection."
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"I don't."
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[i]A woman was watching the gang begin to set up within the town of Dojoville, tilting her head only slightly as she rested against a simple wooden bench nearby. Her strikingly pale face seemed to have an interested look on it, somewhat seen by the fact that the woman was barely grinning at the sight of the gang's sudden arrival, her stunningly light blue eyes staring at each and every member of the group. Brushing some platinum blonde hair out of her eyes, which speaking of the hair, was tied back in a ponytail and partially hidden by the pointed hat that sat on the woman's head, which conveniently had a pigeon feather in the back, she rose up from her seat, brushing off her dark grey garb and her leather gauntlets, loading her flintlock pistol as suddenly holstering the weapon as she approached. Her Rakuyo, her weapon of choice that consisted of a 4'9 foot long straight katana and a 2'4 foot long dagger rested at her side simply, waiting to be unsheathed if their wielder was attacked. She began to make her way to the gang silently, seeking...an opportunity.[/i]
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[b]One of the gang members sees her walking closer. He turns towards her while the others work.[/b] "Hey... who are you? What're you doin' here?"
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[i]The woman only stared at the man, holding out her hands to perform basic sign language very quickly.[/i] [b]Irina. Who are you?[/b]
