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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/18/2016 10:34:45 PM
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[i]Xavier stopped, and immediately checked his pockets. What he realised was missing was his Psionic Amp, which was previously holstered on his hip of his cargo pants. He turned around and took it.[/i]
"Thanks."
[i]He was a 5"10 Man, with dark hair that had hints of purple in it. His brown eyes had a sense of experience, and a bit of smugness. He wore a black, purple and blue jacket with a black shirt worn underneath, and cargo pants that could carry a hefty amount of ammo. His runners were simple, but reinforced as if he was going for a long run. ODST armour was worn over his clothing, but still made it visible.[/i]
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[i]She gave him a quick grin--a brief flash of teeth--before handing him over the amplifier. One curious thing that had always intrigued her about this place is that nearly everyone she had seen--herself included, for that matter--were simply strolling around in armor. So many people, in fact, that she could distinguish the soldiers from the mercs from the guards, or really anyone, so it was often better to ask,[/i] "Where'd you get that armor?"
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"Oh, I bought it myself." [i]He did have to pick his own set of armour when he stepped into the Dojo. This armour was picked because it was the best he could have currently afforded.[/i]
