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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/29/2016 1:17:10 AM
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[i]Dayum... She's seen better days...[/i]
[b]He thought to himself as he lay across the stone wall of the Dojo, his lengthy body stretched out.[/b]
[b]A set of strange yellow eyes watched her every movement, narrowing to slits like a cat's as she drew near. Who else could have such peculiar eyes? Such a length? None other than Dr. Damien Lordan... not that anyone called him that anymore. He was out of his armor, dressed neatly in a wool t-shirt and baggy black jeans, a pair of worn sandals showing off his cracked and tanned toes and metal ankle of his left leg, and his clearly modified augment right leg. He was in his typical olive green fur coat, the large hood over his head. His hands were stretched out behind his head, gently cradling it as cloth wrapped each finger neatly to hide the metal grafting on his lower arms... Between his lips, a cigarette, giving a slight shimmer to his lower metal jaw held in place by two clamps that ran up his cheeks and down the baseline of his neck.[/b]
[b]He stared lazily, slightly dazed in his own little world, only really realizing the battered state the woman was in as she drew near.[/b]
[b]He sat up quickly and dropped down the side of the wall and pull his hood back, revealing long spiked blonde hair and a bio sensor holding his brain in place right above his right temple, shown by three black screws embedded in his skull.[/b]
[i]"Hey! You alright?"[/i]
[b]He asked, his voice calm and cool as he walked forward, his sandals clacking underfoot as he drew closer.[/b]
English
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Among the swirling maelstrom of snow and sleet that encircled her, the faint glow of embers and ash through a veil of clouded dust was a sight relieving to her. The soft steps under her boots hastened, as she retained some new willpower and increased pace. She saw the smoking figure, and turned to him, nodding. She looked like glowing magenta, thin black hair that flowed over a bruised face, looking of Eastern descent. She was out of sight a second later, staring up to the monolithic, intimidating doors of old oak and bolted with steel that protected the Dojo she had searched for. She was near invisible within the onslaught of a blizzard, a white phantom that shimmered among falling sleet and snow, but had allowed herself to be seen. [url=https://imgur.com/a/6JPFY]She wore[/url] a long coat which dragged across the cobbled path as she approached the doors, thin and torn, but remaining some of its integrity. It looked of the garb of a slave or lowly beggar, refurbished and made an onyx hue for intimidation. In direct contrast from this was the knives sheathed within the folds of her cloak, adorned with ivory and silver, each engraved with a name of its own. Two flintlocks hung at her waist, along with swaying pouches of gunpowder and homemade remedies, assortments of small odds and ends, worn trinkets. She wore a curved hat, slashed and antique, with a single quill of vibrant color tucked within. She touched the door with her palm, stroking it, feeling the coarse wooden grains under her raw skin.
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[b]Damien stood slightly baffled and ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clamps rippling up and down as they adjusted to his smaller facial expressions.[/b] [i]"Damn this weather..."[/i] [b]He mumbled, padding towards her, an eyebrow raised as he used a hand to block out the aggressive winds that refused to stop harassing his face.[/b] [i]"Hey. You good...?"[/i]
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She continued to stand at the large doors and kept her hand firmly placed on the leftmost door, which resembled more of a slab of refined bark, not hesitating or looking back to Damien for a moment. She instead continued to stare blankly at the entrance of the Dojo, in complete silence, the whipping of wind and snowfall not at all changing her stance.
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[i]"You want in...?"[/i] [b]Damien asked, snapping his fingers so that the flammable fibers made a small flame that he balanced carefully in the palm of his hand, the flame not harming the skin he had left in between the metal graftings. He looked mostly machine, but the truth was he had nailed metal into his skin as armor. Only his right foot and arms were augmented, excluding the majority of his internal organs.[/b] [b]He held the flame close to her as warmth as he looked at the same door, then back down to her.[/b] [i]"You are gonna need to find a lieutenant."[/i]
