originally posted in:The New Dojo
Sakuret turned his head to the man besides him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his lighter again and handed it over.
"Here, you can keep it."
He said, blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth and drinking some of the whiskey. Sakuret didn't recognize the man, then again he never really recognized anyone here. Most people he knew either left or died.
"What's your name?"
Sakuret asked the unknown man besides him. He more or less wanted to know the 'new' people here.
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[b]The man lit his cigarette and but down on the butt end, looking over the lighter as he spoke.[/b] [i]"I have many names... Sorta. I like Damien the best... But you can also call me Judge or Lordan."[/i] [b]Damien turns to Sakuret, his eyes searching him carefully, looking over his size, shape, gear... Not really out of interest, but out of habit.[/b] [i]"What about you...? Name or nicknames...?"[/i] [b]He asks, motioning for the bartender to fetch him a bottle on one of the shelves. A simple beer. If Damien was going to chat, he'd at least stay half conscious.[/b]
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"Sakuret. Also your cigarette is lit on the wrong side...Damien." He said, looking back at Damien. Sakuret felt as if something was off with this situation but put it aside, he shouldn't really be suspicious much anymore. "You know...I used to know someone here, fancied himself a suit like yours, though he never talked. I never saw his face but he and I were friends you could call it. I still remember his cobalt flame...Now he's gone and I'm stuck here, watching newcomers come to the Dojo every day." Sakuret told his small story, his motives unclear.
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[b]Damien turned the cigarette around in slight annoyance, feeling slight shame as his mishap.[/b] [i]"Blue flame, y'say...? The Martyr. Yes. I knew both Alex Wilson and The Cobalt Phoenix. And I know the Ronin. I figured I'd stop by eventually and say hi to all the old legends... But they have all disappeared with the wind..."[/i] [b]His drink slips next to him as the bartender pads away, Damien removing the lid with ease only to look down the hole of the bottle and grimace. Beer wasn't his thing.[/b] [i]"And what of you...? You seem like a stone cold badass. Are you a legend? A hero? Aspiring ass kicker?"[/i] [b]He says with a hint of humor, his dry sarcasm a clear part of his personality.[/b]
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"A somebody. Its better than being a nobody." He stated, not in the mood for jokes. Sakuret put out his cigarette into an ashtray. "Though...I have sinned in the past. That is something I will admit." He got up from his seat and started to pop and crack his joints for a minute and stopped. He looked at Damien. "I look forward to meeting you again." With that, Sakuret took his leave from the bar. [spoiler]End.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That was fast -3-[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]To be honest I didn't know how I'd push that on.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Fair enough.[/spoiler]