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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/5/2016 3:32:27 AM
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[i] That fury.. that was something Lance knew all to well himself. That kinda of anger, that unbridled rage, he knew what it could do to a man. And honestly? He didn't think someone like Alon had something like that broiling inside of him. It just showed how much better of a person he was than Lance.
He watched the Mage from a distance, a small pocket in time and space allowing him to observe, undisturbed. The magic, the strength, even the swordplay was something to marvel at. Lance almost envied his sword, Ragnell, but then had to remind himself he didn't use broadswords. Didn't. Use. Broadswords.
I suppose it's time I say hello to my old friend, Lance though to himself.
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The tree that Alon had just incinerated went up in a spectacular show of fire and ashes, but it did something peculiar. Some of the flames seemed to retreat back down to earth, swirling and coalescing at Alon's feet, but not burning anything. They stretched upwards, forming was seemed to be a human shape, and then disappeared in a show of smoke.
Left standing in their place was none other than the Ronin, or Lance May as Alon also knew him.
He was wearing what Alon had seen him in the last time they'd met, his slim fitting, pitch black glossy armor gifted to him from Venom Inc. His ronin mask covered his face, the mask made of twisted black metal and with sprouting horns. his katanas were sheathed at his hip, blades that looked like they needed to be sheathed so they didn't slice the air apart.
Savior, the brilliant white and gold blade that gleamed in the light, and contrasted heavily to Lance's shadow attire.
The Demon's Heart, the pitch black sword that was more at home with all the darkness. No, black would imply color. This sword was the epitome of shadow.
Finally, The Dragon Blade. A sword that was drab in appearance, but deadly in utility. Another gift from Edward "Venom" Schrader. He spoke up, his voice metallic and hard, cold and with an edge to it through the mask.[/i]
"Why if it isn't my favorite magician who doesn't only pull rabbits out of hats."
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[i]Alon stepped back warily, his reflexes as quick as ever. Expecting worse, his hands already brushed the snow, a large chunk of it transmuting into a spear of pure ice. The shaft was crystalline in structure, the intricate spearhead resembling the wings of a wyvern. He was about to raise it when he saw who came, and with a sigh of relief, the ice turned to vapour as it drifted slowly down to the ground. His eyes glowed with familiarity, a smile on his face; he acted as if the display of anger never happened, and that only the here and now mattered. The here and now was Lance showing up, and if his long-time friend couldn't cheer him up, he didn't know who could. [/i] And if it isn't the best swordsman I know! Also one of the best lumberjacks around; we both seem to have a vengeance for them, haha. [i]The mage laughed, and the change of mood was welcome to him; he could use it. While Lance was in full body armour, the mage only wore a muscle shirt and sweatpants; an insane choice in such weather, but, it didn't seem to faze him at all. Put truthfully, he felt perfectly comfortable.[/i] I didn't know you were around, though! How have you been? [i]He seemed genuinely interested in hearing about where his friend had been, and listened intently for anything he was about to say. The cold edge in his voice never really meant much to Alon; he knew the type of person that was inside was his ally, and that was enough for him.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/5/2016 5:04:07 AM[i] Lance's mask retracted backwards like liquid, almost like it was never there once It had gone. Leaving his face, mid-twenties with chocolate brown hair and a lock of it falling over his face. All sharp angles and strong features, especially his eyes. Steel blue, that held a coldness that sent shivers down most's spines. Frozen with sorrow and anger, blazing with confidence and power.[/i] "So we do. I've been good so far, hanging around in the Dojo. I saw you're little show." [i] He said, gesturing to the destroyed environment around him, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/fZl5P
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[i]Alon marveled at Lance's eyes; somebody always told him that when looking at other's, search their eyes first. And yet, he was always mesmerized. Whether it be their story or their colour, he loved the way he saw people. It was as fair a judgement as any; for one who'd seen much, he could make an accurate assessment. Seeing Lance's eyes for the first time in a while made him happy, too. As their eyes met, the coldness seemingly melted to him and all Alon saw was the confidence they hid, and the sorrows within. [/i] That's good, never expected you to really show up here. I mean, this was my home before all... but now it's in a new place under the same name. Neat, huh? [i]At the mention of his display, Alon looked down with a bit of embarrassment. It wasn't often some saw his emotions raw, let alone like that. The collective calm and cheerful mood he tried to spread was the image he tried to keep after all.[/i] Y-yeah... sorry about that I um just... needed a little release, y'know? [i]Alon smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his bionic nervously. It was a rare thing indeed, and Alon wasn't keen on having been caught in the act.[/i] I apologize if it was... [u]childish[/u]... [i]Spitting the word out like venom, he shook his head in disgust. It was clear he wasn't fond of it, but, willing to admit it all the same.[/i]
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[i] Lance laughed.[/i] "We all have childish moments Alon, it's not a bad thing. Whether it's a hissy fit," [i] He waves a hand through the air, a cup of Starbucks appearing in it. It looked like something chocolate with whip cream. [/i] "Or buying a chocolate chip frappe because you have a teenager daughter who got you hooked." [i] He says with a grin, sipping from the straw.[/i]
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[i]Alon's eyes widened before he fell into an inescapable fit of laughter, stumbling around as he tried to regain himself. More so, he was at ease, letting Lance know his emotions through and through; it was as if the mage were made of glass, and everything going on in his mind were visible to him. Recovering from the laughter, the mage just smiled to Lance, snapping in the air himself and grabbing a bowl of pink substances... ice cream.[/i] My last bowl. Cotton Candy, my favourite, though. We all have our addictions; damn the creator of ice cream, though. I can create many things, but nothing as good as this. Always makes it a challenge to get, especially in war times. [i]Licking at the ice cream, he looked up to the swordsmaster and smiled; it was weird. Two hardened people, one armoured and armed, the other a threat to nature itself alone... enjoying something so trivial.[/i] Daughter, you say? Mr. Lance, I had no idea you were a father! How did that come about? I'm certain I wasn't away for so long... lest I'm near 40 now...
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Edited by Will: 10/8/2016 9:31:29 PM[i] Lance chuckled. [/i] "I was a father the last time we met, but I'm 38. Yes, a daughter and a son. Ashley and Jonathan." [i] That statement made almost no sense though, because he didn't look a day over twenty-five.[/i] [i] He pondered for a second, sipping from his coffee.[/i] "Maybe they'll stop by, I'm not sure what they're up to, but they'd like this place. Not many rules.." [i] He says with a laugh. [/i]
