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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Skatch142:
10/10/2016 11:32:08 PM
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"It's pretty interesting... Lots of defending to be done and whatnot... I also test people to fight others too though. And I could theoretically kick people out and let them join in now... I hope I will never have to kick anyone though and I'll wait a bit before I actually start approving people who want to join..."
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Im half hoping so, and half hoping not. Remembering what i do remember is pretty nasty so...
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"What are you talking about?"
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Ill just leave it at this. Most of the stuff i came across in that ice cold desert is better off buried in snow and left there.
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"Oh... Okay... Well, we're almost at the Dojo..." *There's only about thirty more steps left.*
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*is just now feeling the soreness and fatigue of the long journey here* Thank heaven..
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*He reaches the gate and kicks it. You hear a beep and they slowly open.*
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*whistles* fancy
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"I come here with too much stuff to put down a lot so I rigged it so it would recognize me when I kick the gate..." *He says, walking in and making his way toward the infirmary.*
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Hm. So, how long have you been here?
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"Four years in all, two years in the Dojo."
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Wow. I dont think ive ever held a job for more than a week
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"Well, it does qualify as a job, but I just do it all because I want to, not for money."
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Makes sense. how far to the medical wing?
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"We're almost there... Don't worry..."
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Thanks again for carrying me. *has been trying to ignore my leg*
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"No problem. You aren't that heavy either which just makes you easier to carry." *He turns around, pressing his back against a door and pushing it open. Once he gets in he turns around and it seems like you're in a small, clean operating room.* "This place doesn't need to be big... A lot of people have their own infirmaries in space ships and stuff." *Sketch sets him down on the bed in the middle and steps back, looking for bandages.* "Okay... I'm no doctor... But bullet wounds are somewhat simple... Did the bullet pass straight through and how long have you had the wound?"
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Ive had it for close to a month. I had to dig it out with an icicle. And i cant get infections, something i leaned on my own.
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"Oh, well that's good... You should get better bandages though..." *Sketch comes back with some gauze and takes the bandage off of his leg. Sketch wraps the gauze around his leg over some extra padding over the open wound.*
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*winces as the wound slightly opened when you took off the bandage*
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*He finishes rapping it around his leg.* "There. It should probably heal faster now that it has a new, clean bandage..."
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Thanks again. And one more thing, i didnt catch your name.
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"Oh! Sorry! I'm Sketch! What's yours?"
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Im Quincy, Quincy Frost.
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"Well, it's very nice to meet you Quincy." *Sketch holds out a hand for him to shake.*
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*shakes his hand* Its good to meet you too.
