[i]The one figure who awaited her at the peak of the long staircase was a stranger to the woman, though to the man... Yeah the woman was a stranger to him as well, because he wasn't some sort of all-seeing, all-knowing magician, rather this figure was a Lieutenant of the Dojo, or a Sensei, whatever you want to call him. The Sensei didn't look like he should be in a Dojo though and looked more like he was supposed to be in a Clint Eastwood film, due to the long, lightly shaded brown duster he wore on his muscular body and the matching cowboy hat that rested atop his head. Now, the Cowboy was not stuck in the past by any means. His left arm was a black skeletal prosthetic, with the blue insignia of Cobalt Phoenix the fallen Dojo Lieutenant on the forearm of his arm. The right arm was a prosthetic as well, but it looked far different than any of the other augments he had seeing as it looked identical to a real arm. Various augments were littered throughout his body as well. He carried a strange looking kit of weapons that ranged from a sleeker and futuristic variant of the AK-47, a tri-barrelled shotgun, and a set of classic revolvers that rested at his hips. The stranger was fairly old based off of the trimmed brown beard on his tanned face, which was reduced to nothing but stubble at the hands of a razor in the shaving process. The man had few wrinkles on his face to show as signs of aging though they were quite simply showing that he wasn't extremely old, maybe the age of fort. When the blonde woman approached, the figure spoke with a thick Texan accent to his words. "You new?" [/I]