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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Zebra:
10/21/2016 3:20:45 AM
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Lysan strolled down a narrow alley, its end feeding into the main streets of Dojoville. She instinctively brought up a hand to shield her eyes to the sudden influx of sunlight.
She looked around, surveying the people and places with mild interest. Lysan had teleported at random and ended up here; who would've thought...
She quietly pulled up her hood, somehow becoming less noticable, and blending in to the crowd made her way to a small tea shop, where she stood in line patiently.
[spoiler]Abre.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]At a nearby restaurant, a heavily-armed figure sat, a dead ringer for the gunman type. An empty plate lay on the table before him along with an empty bottle, and he seemed to be smoking a cigar. His hair was combed back, and he had an eyepatch over his left eye. The man couldn't have been any older than thirty-five, but he seemed experienced in his field, to say the least. A matching helmet with a mask lay on the table before him, facing towards him. After taking a drag, he looked over to you as he exhaled the smoke.[/i]
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She noticed the figure, before turning back to the line, while her mind ran through thousands of combat scenarios the place could escalate too.
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[i]If she knew anything about body language, he was not displaying anything hostile. He probably just noticed her while he himself was people-watching.[/i]
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[b][i]He moves around shaking his head, his antlers moving with his head as he sighs. Looking at the tea shop he opens the door waiting in line behind her. The tall 6'4 deer man stood behind her. His green eyes looking at the sign in front as he moves his body around. His brown fur with white spots easily shown. He had a black hooded jacket with a white t-shirt on. His gray jeans covering a whole in the back of jeans for a short fluff of fur in the shape of a tail. Bumping into her as he looked at the sign. Pausing as he looked at her shaking his head as if he wasn't going to apologize, waiting a little impatiently.[/i][/b]
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She stiffened, kicking him in the shin reflexively, but making no further movement than that. She seemed to think about saying something before deciding against it.
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[b][i]He raised an eyebrow feeling her kick him as he kicks her back. Looking at the list as he looks a little be impatient, seeming to be as if he had some where to be. His green eyes gazing over people as he paused something catching his eye as he shook his head with a sigh.[/i][/b]
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She frowned slightly, moving forward in the line. She ordered her tea, waiting for it to arrive. She watched him with mild interest, eyes narrowed beneath her hood. She made a mental note to confront him later.
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[b][i]He moved forward as he saw her eyes narrow. Sparks arcing from his antlers and fingers as he looks back before walking forward. Ordering his drink as he looks at her following her now. He was curious how far she would take this. Bumping her once more as he moves outside looking back with a smirk.[/i][/b]
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She followed him outside, draining the scalding hot tea impassively as she flicked the cup into a trash can. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, continuing to stare.
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[b][i]He gulps his tea as he hucks it into a trash can. Moving up to her as he stares into her eyes ready to go. His chest puffed out as electricity courses through him.[/i][/b] "So you like picking fights it seems....kicking me randomly."
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"You didn't apologize." She muttered, staring up into his eyes calmly.
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"Wait apologize for what? You licking me, seems a little hypocritical don't you think?" [b][i]He says as he tilts his head a calm yet storm like fury in his eyes. Crossing his arms as he looks at her waiting for a response.[/i][/b]
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"You bumped into me, a violation my personal space. I returned the deed." She replied calmly, seeming unimpressed by his response. She raised an eyebrow, eyeing his antlers. "What are those antlers for? Christmas is a still a ways off, Rudolph."
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"See I didn't realize I did that and I would apologize here but guess I don't have too. As you feel the need to be racist towards me so." [b][i]He says crossing his arms as he shakes his head. As if that joke had been used on him a lot.[/i][/b] "So shouldn't you be apologizing?"
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"Racist?" A smile could almost be seen forming on the edges of her lips, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared. "I was merely making an observation. And I don't apologize to people who don't deserve one." Her eyes glinted, almost daring him to attack her.
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[b][i]He smiled for a split second back as he shrugged seeing the glint in her eyes as he chuckles.[/i][/b] "Sorry but your not worth my time to fight." [b][i]Shaking his head as he walked down the street. Smiling as he looked back twirling one of her pistols in his hand as he loves away through the streets.[/i][/b]
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"Are you sure about that?" She smirked, the shadows underneath his feet snaking up his legs and binding him in place, the shadows around the gun enveloping it and flying over to where she stood. She caught the gun easily, holstering it calmly.
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Edited by Excelkid: 10/21/2016 5:23:15 PM[b][i]He chuckled as he looked at the shadows lighting going down his legs as it sparks away the shadows. Looking at her a bit more curious now as he moves. Taking her gun back out and placing a hand on her gun as the metal begin to change into a red color.[/i][/b] "I see you also have a trick or two...interesting..." [b][i]The metal felt coarser like it had changed materials completely as he smiles removing his hand.[/i][/b]
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"So that's how you want to play this, huh?" She chuckled, the shadows of his antlers creeping around his face and eyes, the shadows creeping at the edges of his ears, mouth, and nose; the shadows then covered his eyes, restricting his vision. "Put down the gun." Her voice sounded much more sinister.
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[b][i]He shrugs as he lets go of the gun. The weapon hovering next to him as he taps his foot waiting with a smile.[/i][/b] "Well you gonna let me see and come get it or what?"
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"Maybe, maybe not. I'll return your sight when you return my gun back as normal."
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"See I would but I need to see for that so that's going to be a little hard." [b][i]He shrugs as the gun hovers there. Letting out a huff as if he as debating Doug something for a moment.[/i][/b]
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The shadows retreated around his eyes; the ones around his head still in place. "There you go." She crossed her arms, waiting patiently.
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[b][i]He rolled his eyes as he grips the gun the metal change back. Tossing it back to her as he pauses looking her up and down. A slight blush hidden by the shadows shaking his head with a growl. Why is he getting that way emotionally? Was he some kind of freak or something. He thought as his head turned back to her.[/i][/b] "So now you release me right? Or you going to kill me off like most people do with my kind?"
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"Nah. I'm not into senseless slaughter." She checked over the gun quickly, sliding it into it's holster. She seemed to struggle with something for a bit, before deciding against it. "The name's Lysan. You?" The shadows retreated completely.
