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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 11:04:55 AM
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Zera stared at the gates of the Dojo, looking at all the various fighters and guards she past, intrigued by their interesting gear and all. Thanks to the support of the 54i, she hid under a false identity, named Zera Serrone.
"These fighters are various and plentiful...I'll give them that. Too bad they'll be crushed by us when the time comes." She thought, walking toward the Lounge of Blades.
Her sheathed katana and Annihilator, she sat and ordered some wine, staring at her various weaponry, as well as her outfit.
She was wearing a tattered cloak around her combat gear, which had no sign that she was part of the Immortals. Unbeknownst to anyone there, she was in fact the Seraph, leader of the 54i...and all she was doing here right now was drinking some wine out of both boredom and to investigate her surroundings.
[spoiler]Open; Yeah, no one knows her face, so they shouldn't know who she is yet.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]GODDAMMIT WHY IS EVERYONE GOING IN AS IF THERE ARE NO GATES [/spoiler] [b]Inside the lounge, not many guards are around. They had been sent off to the Grove to find these Immortals. Though no one would know that unless they themselves were an immortal or a guard.[/b]
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[spoiler]lol[/spoiler] *She looks around the place, as her wine came.*
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[b]Suddenly, a man in all black sit across from you. He has a hood up that casts a shadow over his face [/b] "I know who you really are" [spoiler]Also, this character is a spy, he knows shit about people he shouldn't But he never reveals anything to anyone. And I kinda wanna talk about it [/spoiler]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 10/7/2016 7:35:03 PM"And how exactly would you know about that?" She asks calmly. [spoiler]K.[/spoiler]
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"Spy stuff. Don't worry I'll keep your secret. Wanna see if my men can hold." [b]He was obviously referencing someone In the dojo, though one couldn't be to sure of who [/b] [b]As he finishes, a strange black shadowy substance escapes from his sleeve, which he promptly pulls on to hide it [/b]
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She leans in closer to him, whispering, "A being not of a human or animal, huh?"
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"Something like that." [b]As you leaned in, you could distinctly make out two green eyes, and the outline of a face before he leaned back and you couldn't see anything at all [/b] "So, Zera is it? I'm not sure of your name. Tell me, what did the dojo do to you?"
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"Yes...it is. Now...my father was killed by somebody here...and so I plan to kill the Dojo, and allow us Immortals to lead the perfect order that we deserve." She replies.
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"Oh yeah of course. Because revenge against the dojo is clear and easy path." [b]He put his hands underneath the table, and she could distinctly feel it get very colder around her.[/b] "Why everyone? Why not the one person that murdered him?"
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"Because I would rather want to prevent more death from these...pretenders of honor." She says, her Annihilator pulled out, along with a wipe,as her wine arrived.
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"Uh huh of course. Make sense. But then again."
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"Then again...what?" She replies.
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"A few of these members are good at heart."
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"But the majority of them are still enemies. It's better to be safe than sorry." She responds, drinking her wine.
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"It's the way you see it."
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*She nods, continuing with her wine*
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"Any, I'll be observing. Good luck.
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"You too, my friend." She replies, simply looking at her wine, before ordering a second.*
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[b]He gets up, leaving and almost immediately disappearing in the shadows [/b]
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(The man was walking by, when he heard her voice. He could remember it from somewhere, he couldn't remember where.) "Hello"
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"Oh...hello." She sat down with him, clearly looking at him, as her wine comes.
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(The man knew her voice, but couldn't put her finger on it. He assumed she was an ally in a previous battle.) "So, do you think you need all of those weapons?"
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"I'd rather carry more and be more prepared, then to suffer death with barely anything on me." She replies, her wine arriving for her.
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"Ah. I suppose you have no contact with more compact weaponary?"
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"Not exactly..." she replies, pointing to her katana sheathed away under the cloak. "I would prefer to hit from all ranges...that way I could gain the edge on my enemy." She replies, simply sipping her drink.
