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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 9:14:10 PM
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*She hears the guards talking in Chinese, most likely about the Vileblood's arrival, before the guards open the door, letting her in. In there, was someone who seemed to have a cybernetic arm, along with black hair, now loose. She was wearing a sparkling red dress, most likely for such occasion, as she smiles at Irina, a magnum embroiled with golden dragons in her hand.*
"Welcome, Irina. Please, we shall have a dinner whilst we talk." She says, motioning her to a massive table with over 80 different kinds of foods.
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[i]The Vileblood's eyes widened at the table, and she only bowed deeply towards the woman with the revolver. After rising up from her gesture, Irina made her way towards the table, sitting down and immediately getting spaghetti with bread, alongside a glass of wine. Irina had some Italian roots, although she was born in Yharnam, so the choice of food may have made sense. [/i]
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*She chuckled, watching the Vileblood. She turns her head to the other soldier there.* "Leave us be." She says *The soldier leaves, leaving the two in the room, as she immediately walks over to the Vileblood, a glass of wine in her hand.*
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[i]Irina only looked up at the approaching woman, politely eating her food silently. She had gotten used to eating without a tongue, especially eating spaghetti. After swallowing (no jokes. Pls.), she stared quietly at the approaching woman, a smile crossing her face.[/i]
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"Irina...of the last Vileblood? I see that you're mute and all...perhaps we may change that." She says, sitting down next to her, sipping her wine and snatching some rye bread. "So..." she says, passing a notepad and paper, "Do you hate the Dojo as much as I do?"
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[i]For a moment, Irina's eyes widened, before she nodded slowly. Indeed, she hated the Dojo, yet she hadn't slaughtered the inhabitants of the place just yet. She was outnumbered severely, and the Dojo was known for...bad things.[/i]
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"I can see that look in your eyes...we can give you back as much as we can. Your tongue. Your voice. We could bring it back. All you need...is to help us." She replies, offering her cybernetic hand. "This is the future; a future where we wipe the slate clean, and we are the architects of the Dojo's destruction... we have millions of troops at our side. All you need to do...is join us."
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[i]Irina grinned before taking the cybernetic hand with her own hand, which was hidden away by her leather gauntlet. She nodded towards the woman, signifying that she would assist her and her troops whenever the time arose.[/i]
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"Good...now...enjoy. I have plans to visit the Dojo myself...as a...fighter. You'll see me around. Enjoy the rest of your food. Rest here. When you're ready, I'll prepare a VTOL for the both of us to return." She replies, grabbing some more food.
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Edited by Orn: 10/8/2016 12:56:50 AM[i]Irina nodded silently, still grinning as she began finishing the spaghetti on her plate. Some time later, she cleaned her mouth off with a small white cloth on the table (Her mouth wasn't even dirty from eating. Irina just did it because she could, plus she was serious about how she looked.), and began looking towards the woman as if she was waiting to be escorted to a room or something of the sort, or maybe back to the Dojo. She had also finished her wine, yet wasn't drunk at all.[/i]
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*She leans on a wall, waiting for her.* "Well...do you want some time to explore New Ilios? Or do you want to go back to the Dojo?" She asked, seemingly changed completely, from her dress to some sort of combat gear, with a tattered cloak surrounding her. Irina would be able to see a katana sheath, and the magnum from earlier.
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[i]Irina only nodded silently to the first option. She wanted to explore this new location, and get used to the home of the ones that she was now working with. The slight grin was still on her face as she nodded, showing...joy?[/i]
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*She simply knew that they were one step closer to redemption, as she motions her to the door.* "Some of the most exotic offerings that were sought after are being traded here at this second. Enjoy yourself; I left you a comfy room in the manor if you need some rest. Here's some yen, " she says, before giving Irina the equivalent of $200,000 in yen, the currency of the Immortal's territory. "Now...enjoy yourself out here." She says, opening the main doors to the city below, the fresh smell of the sea being swept in, as the sounds of parties, and overall weapons were being heard down there, most likely out of partying.
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[i]Her light blue eyes darting towards the sounds of celebration and cheering, the grin on Irina's face did not subside, but she could draw differences between Cainhurst and New Ilios. The Immortal's city was vast, not very secluded, and was full of people, while Cainhurst was a truly dark place. Nodding toward the woman once again, Irina performed another bow before setting out, humming a slight tune quietly. She was truly happy, to see these people like this, and as enemies of the Dojo. It strangely gave her...hope. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 10/8/2016 12:48:19 PM*Thousands of people and children alike were celebrating, mostly because of either the Vileblood's arrival or...just because. Some were drowning in beer, some brought their ladies along as they conversated, children were stuffing their faces, painting the nearby drones, or playing some nearby soccer. Others were shootings their guns (and even rockets) into the air, or shooting in the ranges.* *One drunk guy falls unconscious on the floor in front of Irina, most likely from the amount of booze he drank. Some were conversing about Black-Market deals from all over Tatakai.*
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[i]Only looking down at the man in front of her, Irina knew that she had to be somewhat civilized while she spent her time here. Of course she would. Of this was the Dojo, she'd step on the man, but her, she'd assist him. And she did just that. The Vileblood leaned down to lift him from the ground (considering her height and strength, that was actually somewhat possible), and patted him on the back before continuing to stroll down the street, silently smiling at the scenes of celebration.[/i]
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*The man grudgingly got up, watching the Vileblood walk away before he drunk some more of his booze. A couple girls noticed the woman and dashed to her, their eyes widening at the weapons on her. One of the parents, a female assassin walked up to the Vileblood, recognizing her.* "Hey...you know, ever since Seraph up there announced that you were coming, some of the little ones started looking up to you. I mean, she told us of your muteness...she kinda said they may be able to recover your voice back. All you need to do is ask." She replies, offering her some ice cream. "Want some?" She asks, giving her some vanilla with sprinkles.
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[i]The Vileblood was...shocked, to say the least. And for good reason. Everywhere she had gone, every village she had visited, she was remarked as a selfish, cruel monstrosity, and she wasn't even a killer at that point. Here...these people seemed to care. They treated her like a normal human. Only nodding and mouthing "Thank you." to the one speaking, Irina silently took the ice cream and bowed deeply towards the assassin. Irina only smiled down at the children, nodding towards them as well. She had found people that she legitimately cared for, and that was...something different for Irina. She hadn't felt like this since...some personal events.[/i]
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*The children only giggled, as they heard yelling from a little boy, as they rushed over to him, leaving the assassin and the Vileblood there.* "I guess I'll be checking on those kids...and...thank you for helping us out." She responds, walking over to where te kids were going, leaving the Vileblood in the middle of the celebration, as singing and overall fun was happening. People were screaming from the balconies, some of them slumped over on the balconies of the houses.
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[i]Irina only nodded towards the assassin, walking away and deeper into the city, lightly clutching the ice cream and taking small bites, although she couldn't really lick it. No jokes pls. She actually liked New Ilios now. The inhabitants were kind, the ones she fought for could benefit her tremendously...she would declare her loyalty soon, probably. Though it was probably about time to return to the Dojo. She began making her way back to Seraph, wherever she was, while still holding the ice cream she had been gifted. [/i]
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*She sees Seraph waiting for her inside a bar, majorly talking with a bunch of assassins, as she held up bounties of some of the people at the Dojo. Fortunately, Alyssa wasn't on the list...but that didn't mean that others were being targeted as well. Seraph sees Irina.* "Ready to leave, I'm guessing?" She asks.
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[i]Irina sighed in relief, nodding towards Seraph silently. She was definitely ready to get back, formulate her plans for Alyssa more, wipe out more threats...the usual.[/i]
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"Good." She says, before screaming towards a pilot in Chinese, as he rushed toward the airfield nearby. ([i]15 min later)[/i] A VTOL starts to land in the Main Street, as Seraph guides Irina, as well as about 10 more assassins toward the ship, many giving their thanks, and some people giving Irina gifts, before they go into the VTOL.
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[i]Irina bowed towards each and every person that thanked her, accepting each gift with a smile and a bow as well. She was...well, new to the positive attention, to say the least. It felt...surprisingly good. Getting into the VTOL, Irina leaned back against her seat and sighed happily, closing her light blue eyes while holding each gift carefully. It had been quite an interesting day, to say the least.[/i]
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*Before she could close her eyes, Seraph walked up to her, as they took off.* "We know your feats...so in that regard, we'd like to give you a trophy you seemed to forgot." She replies, lighting up a familiar Darksaber, and hands it to Irina. "Consider it...a trophy for your success." She says, before returning to her seat, and sheathing out her katana, wiping it down.*
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[i]Irina silently took the Darksaber, clutching the weapon tightly within her gloved hand. Sighing, she only grinned as she hooked the weapon's handle to her belt, leaning back in her chair once more. She had purpose anew, and those willing to support and benefit her in her battles. Irina couldn't be happier.[/i]
