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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi:
10/13/2016 10:20:54 AM
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[b]Courtyard B1, The Hot Spring.[/b]
It was rather early in the morning, around 7:30AM, Chloanne Defaln was relaxing in the hot springs of Courtyard B1. Her long, jet black hair wasn't tied up today and she let it fall down to her back, her smooth and somewhat tan skin was concealed by the steamy water of the springs besides her head. No one else was really awake at this time..Chloanne needed some time to herself, to think about all the decisions she made. She closed her eyes and rest her head back, Chloanne had her clothes on the dry ground behind her because I need to be consistent dammit. The spring was relaxing to say the least and took the tensity away from her body..she needed this a lot.
[spoiler]Open lmao, I'm making use of the Hot Springs. Just talk with her or something.[/spoiler]
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*a strange amount of bubbling arose a spring three yards away*
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"Uh...hello?" She asked out, probably an idiotic idea but she was alone..or so she thought.
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*a fairly small body of white fur surfaced in the other spring, and then leaped half-way out, breathing heavily and coughing up water* *as she looks closer, she notices the canine features of a muzzle and two pointed ears flattened back* *only his torso half is visible out of the spring, displaying his thick, drenched fur.*
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Chloanne sighed in disappointment. Probably another fücking perv wanting to take a peep at her. "What. Now."
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Edited by Pamhakat: 10/14/2016 12:40:49 AM*after coughing up a small amount of watery blood, Quincy tries crawling the rest of the way out of the spring, not even noticing Chloanne. Quincy's lower half is visibly torn in several places. Deep gashed in his legs slowly pool blood. He'd be dead by now if not for a heavy coagulant he injected earlier*
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"Eugh...not my problem." Chloanne said, getting up. She wasn't as insecure mostly because well..it didn't look like he noticed her yet. She quickly went over to a new hot spring pool, back facing from the dreadful sight.
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*a small whimpering could be heard coming out of Quincy's chest. the drug may have boosted blood clotting, but it didnt stop the pain. he 'hugged' his chest, firmly sinking his claw-like nails into his arms*
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Chloanne continued to ignore the wheezing cat person. She didn't want to involve herself into any more shit.
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*the whimpering eventually stops. Coincidentally, Quincy happened to release his arms from his hands. so there was Quincy, lying in a puddle of mud and blood, unconscious, and still bleeding out*
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she heard the faint thump of someone running, pursued by something a man, you saw he was a man, burst into the courtyard and didn't even make it five yards when a white-cloaked figure leapt down and landed on him, stabbing one of his hidden plasma blades into his jugular, killing the man the figure stood up and dusted himself off after sheathing the blade, and you saw by his white-furred hands and paws that were in place of feet, he wasn't human
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Chloanne sighed, just one single day to her alone was something she couldn't get. "Sir! Why the hell did you kill that man? Just curious is all." She said, covering her upper body with one of her arms and reached for her clothes in the other..she had a Rail Pistol tucked in them just in case she was assaulted.
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"he was scum, was all.........and dont 'sir' me, I'm not even an adult" he seemed 15
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"Well aren't you the cutest little edgelord here?" Chloanne said. Which was probably a bad idea.. But he did have it coming. Her grip on the pistol tightened under the clothes.
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he sensed your actions from how you held yourself, he seemed an excellent judge of others "better than being dead, or worse, a nobody" he seemed to take a little offense but kept himself at the ready just in case
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"Well can you like..go or something? I don't like people staring at me while I'm well...nude."
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"Your fault being in a public area, mind if I dump the body in another spring?"
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"Not around here." Chloanne said, still trying to cover herself up with her arm.
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he sighed, and with a flick of the wrist, made a small firebolt appear in his palm, which he throws into the body, causing an acrid smell to meet you and a puff of smoke as per the cliché shit, he was gone after the smoke dissapated
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The woman was most certainly not alone that evening, for somebody did approach, but it wasn't one O the Dojo's grandest warriors or one of their excellent Lieutenants, but instead it was a female figure that didn't rightly do too much in comparison to them. Approaching the location of Defaln was a woman, with a blue tank top on her slender figure and a pair of black shorts covering her legs as they went maybe halfway down her thighs. She wasn't equipped with weapons or armour as most people were because she wasn't exactly a combatant and instead just a relaxed person. Her raven black hair reflected some of the light that would hit it in the ponytail state that it currently resided in though she didn't mind, as her emerald eyes scanned the springs, until resting on Chloanne. Now she had to ask for permission to even be here, that was grand. "Yo, chick in water," she started off by saying. There was no tone of friendliness nor hostility, just sarcasm as per usual for the woman. "Got enough room for a second person or is this place taken entirely?"
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"What do you think?" She responded back with her own sarcasm. "I mean it's a public place..so yes." Chloanne brushed some of her hair from her face. She wasn't really uncomfortable being well..nude in front of Natalie. Mostly because she wouldn't really stare like most men would. "It's not too bad in here really..rather comfortable, wouldn't you agree?"
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"Shit fam, better than most places in the Dojo," responded Natalie as she grabbed the very ends of her shirt and pulled them up, only to reveal the very little clothing she had beneath which she worked to remove. Natalie was bisexual due to one particular woman she had met, a friend of her father no less, although she wasn't exactly one to stare at another person. And when she finished removing clothes, she slowly and cautiously entered the springs as the heat hit her extremely pale feet and ankles as it moved up to the shins, though she definitely enjoyed it when the body got used to the warmth. "Always preferred a relaxing overheated pool to a pink tree."
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"Indeed. I just came here just to get away from all that fighting. Every single time I left my house, I got attacked by some kid who wanted to fight because he or she was bored.." Chloanne replied, leaning her head back and closing her eyes again. "Besides..it gives you time to think y'know. I should start coming here more often..." She started to stretch her arms a bit, probably to get more comfortable.
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"Don't even get me started. My dad's a lieutenant so its like I'm [i]expected[/i] to fight, just pisses me off." Nat was the first-born child of JT, which was definitely an accomplishment as he had maybe a hundred kids or so in his lifetime. She entered the waters and squatted down to get comfortable, before she eventually just sat on a rock to use as a seat.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 10/13/2016 8:55:41 PM"I mean, first thing that happens when I arrive here. After greeting my brother I get fücking shot at by some chick with specters or something. Then let's go like say...a week later. Another female jumps me shouting in Chinese about 'The Immortals live forever' or something. I mean...shit." Chloanne said, when she arrived here about an hour ago she happened to get lucky found a somewhat smooth rock to sit on as well. "Then, not too long ago I found some pervert spying on me in the bushes. We got into a bit of a scuffle, I tried to drown him and he...twisted my.....breasts." She said, a lot more quietly now to Natalie. [spoiler]Yes. That literally happened.[/spoiler]
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"What the -blam!-?!" Shouted Natalie as she stood from the seat, and a look of pure disgust crossed her angular face. She was cool with people getting laid as long as they consent, everyone had a vice and hers was crack, but the shit like unwanted nipple twists was what really got to her. "Who did it?!"
