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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 5:43:30 PM
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[i]High-tech armour and weapons. White and sleek - Iconoclast mercenaries, most likely.[/i]
"Where am I?" he demanded, a growing fire in his eyes.
"Where did you take him? Where did you take the boy?!"
This man seemed to be in a panic - the boy's name he was shouting earlier, that same vigour and urgency ignited in his eyes when he asked the guard that question. Whoever this 'Alister' was, he was important to the man.
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"Wow now. Slow down. Remain calm. You're at the dojo."
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"The... Dojo?" the man said with confusion. "What part of Olympus Island am I in?"
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"There's no such thing as Olympus island. You're on the planet Takatai."
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Impossible. Another planet? Such a thing was laughable after the Great Scorch. "Tatakai? This must be a dream... Have you seen a boy come here, by chance? About 15-16. Skin like mine, dark brown hair and eyes."
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"No. I don't believe so." [i]"Was he in red perhaps?" [/i]
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"Red? No, I don't believe so. He was wearing a coat similar to mine, but adorned with Old-Earth furs. He carried a Chinese sword-breaker with him at his waist."
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"I don't think he came. He may have and we didn't see him."
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"Ah, I see. You're the local militia around here, aren't you? Do you mind telling me a little bit about this establishment? I assure you - I am no threat. I am merely in search of the boy." The man's words became calm and collected - he was taking the peaceful approach to this. But urgency underlined his every word.
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"Militia? That's putting it very lightly. We're guards, the army around here. What do you need to know?"
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"My apologies. I am somewhat jaded towards occupying military forces, but I will keep my personal opinion out of this matter. For starters: where am I and what does this place serve, exactly?"
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"We're not a military presence, we're hired by the dojo for the dojo. In a way maybe we are military. But you, you are at the dojo. A place for warriors of all kinds to come and train."
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[i]A mass training hall? Hmm. Similar to how the Tribals operated.[/i] "I see... I would assume that this isn't a dream then? Because if it is, shoot me so I may return to the waking world." A heartbeat passed. "Ah, alright then. Very well, may I enter this establishment of yours? I am in pursuit of the boy I mentioned to you earlier."
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"Yeah of course. Please come in."
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"My thanks," Lucien says as he follows them. "I'll be on my way now. Keep an eye out for the boy if you will."
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"We will. Enjoy yourself."
