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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/30/2016 3:45:52 AM
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[b]I was standing against a wall off to the left of him, in plain sight. Wasn't often we got visitors that actually had armor that looked like it worked as armor, and not just a badass effect. I put my foot under the rim of my helmet, which was on the ground beside me, and flipped the helmet up to my hands, and slipped it on. Didn't want him to get a good look at my face, not yet, anyways. After putting on my helmet, I walked up to him, NCR Ranger Combat Armor shining in the sun.[/b]
"Hey there. What brings you to our fine Dojo?"
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[i]"Uh... Tales and legends. The same straight shit."[/i] [b]The mechanical voice replied, Damien pointing to the large gates with a lazy nod.[/b] [i]"Figured I'd see the home of the Martyr, and fighting grounds for Courier Six. Lots of respect there."[/i] [b]He chuckles and folded his arms, his chest piece making a crumpling noise with the movement.[/b] [i]"Name's Judge. You?"[/i]
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"Grant. Called Ranger Grant by most. Also, did you mention the Courier? He's done some damn fine work for the NCR. You ever meet him here, tell him the NCR appreciates him. Anyways, how the hell did you get a bike in here? Up the steps?"
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[i]"Practice."[/i] [b]He said, not mentioning the magnetized wheels that circulated off two polar charges in the initial wheels.[/b] [i]"So, goes that means I'm put on hold for a bit..."[/i]
