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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 1:36:16 AM
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[b][u]The Wanderer | Dojo Gates[/u][/b]
[i]Alister...
Alister.
Alister!
ALISTER![/i]
The last thing he remembered was seeing the boy he sought to protect being smashed brutally in the back of the head by a sword's pommel.
And then the world was set on fire.
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With a gasp, the man wakes up spread-eagle outside the Dojo Gates. A heartbeat after, he rolls forward to his feet and looks around, one hand on the mechanical katana sheathe at his waist.
"ALISTER!"
The man's apparel was quite peculiar. A long black leather overcoat draped past his knees, with ceramic shoulder pauldrons and joint guards placed upon the coat. At his waist was an Oriental scabbard modified by machinery near the upper half, holding such things as a napalm barrel and a gun trigger. The two other items of note were the ornately engraved Mateba revolver and a runic gas mask - all equipment strangely reminiscent of... [i]him.[/i]
He looked around frantically, hazel eyes wild as sweat dripped down his weathered Asian skin. Long, black hair was matted wildly in a mess under a wide-brimmed hat of the same colour.
His age was indeterminate, possibly around mid-thirties to early forties. But all of his features made him an oddly similar, yet older, version of the Old Lieutenant.
But it couldn't possibly be him... Could it?
Silence. He looked at the large gates of the Dojo, easing his grip out of slight awe and fear.
"Are these the Gates of Hell?... No, no get a hold of yourself. Believe in monsters, not the fantasies of men. Find him."
He finally let go of his sheathed blade's handle. His coat sleeves were rolled up, revealing lean arms riddled with slashes and bullet holes.
The smell of brimstone wafted through the air.
Blue fire sprang from each wound, searing each laceration and bullet hole shut with a sickening smell. The man rolled down his sleeves as he looked around for anyone in sight. The madness in his eyes faded to a simmering charcoal of composure, a flame hidden amidst the ashen facade of calmness.
The sickening scent stopped.
It couldn't possibly be him...
[i]Could it?[/i]
[spoiler]Open to all :)[/spoiler]
English
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[b]Tesuto shifted his feet as he loosened the grasp on his blades. Clearly the man was confused...even though he was not the smartest person as a first impression.[/b] "Back to the topic at hand, Lucien. You are here, almost identical to a man who had a seat of power here. Are you positive you know nothing of this....?"
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"Positive. What proof would you show me to believe that someone identical to me came here? After all, I would have myself distinct guise the differences between someone else and... Myself." Lucien never breaks eye contact with Tesuto, always keeping his stance at the ready as well. "I mean no offence or threat to you or your people, samurai. I'm looking for a boy."
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"Well...we have a video of him forcing every single member of the dojo to fight each other against their will. That was enjoyable." [b]Tesuto remained skeptical of the newcomer. He still had to be convinced that this man wasn't Cobalt Phoenix. Or worse yet, someone under the guise of him.[/b]
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"I preach truth, samurai. I have no memory of coming here beforehand. All I remember is Alister being smashed by a pommel, me losing control and them blacking out. Then I woke up outside these gates upon the very earth we tread upon." This was a waste of time. He didn't care about a doppelgänger or anyone similar to him - he had to find the boy before he got hurt.
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"....Alright." [b]Tesuto let his arms off the pommels of his blades. [/b] "What did you say the boy looked like? What is his name?"
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"Alister Danet," stated the man quietly. "Dark brown hair and eyes with skin like mine. Looks about 15-16. He's not my son but there are a few... Similarities." Something about his tone hinted at something Lucien possibly didn't want to share.
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"Hmmm. I have not seen a boy of those traits pass this gate. Of course....I'm sure he would have gone to the village rather than the dojo."
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"Are you quite sure? Well, would you mind if I checked just in case?" It sounded like a request, but there was an undertone of criticalness within his words. It seemed that Lucien would do anything to find the boy.
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"Of course. I would escort you myself in his search." [b]Tesutos words didn't sound like a request, but more of a given.[/b]
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"My thanks, but I would prefer to work alone in this matter. Unless your request is a matter of not safety, but security?" Lucien's tone hints at the exact motive of Tesuto's want to escort him. Was he there to escort to help or to make sure Lucien didn't cause trouble?
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"Security, respectively. I must remain suspicious of a dead man walking after all."
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"For the last time, I am no dead man. I am but an exile in search of a boy whom I owe a blood debt to." Lucien seemed to be getting more tense as he talked, obviously getting more distressed at the time wasted.
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"Then it would be no harm for an escort, yes?" With the samurais words, it seemed as if his decision was made. Tesuto was going to be by Lucien no matter what.
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For a moment, Lucien's left hand twitched. It was as if something inside of him was just begging to draw his revolver and put a round in the man's spine to get him out of his way: the look of lethal desperation. But then he took a deep breath, remembering who he was and what promises he made. "So be it then, samurai. Lead the way." [spoiler]End til the next one my guy[/spoiler]
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*when the rancid odor was still in the air, it caught poor Quincy and his nose off guard. At the time, he was trimming a white-rosebush* Gyah! what's that smell?!? *Quincy is outside the gate, off toward the left of the path*
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The man looked over at Quincy and approached him, hand poised over his holstered revolver. [spoiler]What does he look like?[/spoiler] "My apologies. Nothing but a side effect from my unorthodox regeneration."
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Its fine, worse scents have floated by. [spoiler]-ahem-[/spoiler] [spoiler]Quincy (or me if im doing 1st person) is a 4ft tall anthropomorphic arctic fox who usually wears brown wool shorts and a green scarf. also, to note, his eyes are silver[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]My thanks[/spoiler] [i]A humanoid animal? Could this be an Abbatial experiment? No, no. Too clean, too human per se. Perhaps just an illusion from the Tribal herbs. [/i] "Err, alright then," the man continues as he simply disregards Quincy's appearance. "I'm looking for a boy. Skin like mine, about 15-16 with dark brown hair and eyes. Did he go through these gates?" Though the man's tone was calm, the panic in his eyes were unmistakable. He needed to find the boy urgently.
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You mean the one you were screaming for? Sorry, havent seen anyone pass by but you. And before you walk off thinking youre hallucinating everything you see here, youre not hallucinating. I can tell you arent from around here, you smell... different. *sniffs your arm to make sure* Yup, different. *Quincy picks a rose* Also, stop pretending your not going nuts, i can see the hysteria in your eyes. Actually calm down, you wont find the boy unless youre calm. *Quincy's tone was calm and organized, his voice also rather young, around 14ish*
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"I don't hide anything." the man's voice turned cold for a moment as the fire flared in his eyes. He calmed down immediately after, a far cry from his panicked look from earlier. "My business for finding that boy is of my own. If you could keep an eye out, that would be most helpful. What's your name if I may I ask?"
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Im Quincy, im rather new to the area, so i tend to stay around the Dojo.
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"Hello Quincy," the man said nonchalantly. Diplomacy was another survival trait of his. And if finding Alister meant peaceful negotiation, then he would take it. "My name is Lucien. How do I get inside the Dojo?"
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That's easy, just ask nicely. Over by the gates. Right there. *points* On the other hand i could just open it with my foot. *Quincy walks over to it, swaying his tail, and taps the gate with my foot. The gate swings open* There, open.
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[b]Lego sees him[/b] Is that him? Is that the man in the memorial? [b]Lego approaches him[/b] You there! You look familiar!
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The man immediately takes upon a fighting stance upon hearing the voice, spacing his legs out like a swordsman and poising his hands above his waisted armaments like a desperado. He seemed to be jumpy. "Who are you!" he shouted. "And where am I?" [spoiler]What does Lego look like?[/spoiler]
