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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 10:52:30 PM
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The night's brisk breeze contrasted directly with the humid climate which put a drowsy spell over the Dojo. The arrival of the man at the gates was not unusual - many warriors of varying skill and notoriety arrived here to prove their integrity among others of their stature, oftenly concluding their toilsone journey through the mountains under duskfall. Still, this one was... [i]unusual[/i]. Bearing the resemblance of someone long past.
One leaned against the metal wall of the Dojo Gates, a smoke burning brightly and brazenly in the dark and sullen night. Shadows creased over the man who stood behind the cigar, but just from his undefined silhouette he was rather muscular; his eyes, which glowed a light, incandescent hue started directly at the approaching man who reeked of sulfur and illuminated with a cobalt miasma of brilliant color.
As the familiar warrior approached the gates steadily, the man straightened his posture, growing substantially taller and shuffling in the direction of Lucien to greet him. His shadowed outline sharpened, showing a grand coat stuffed with artillery, firearms and a sword that glimmered under the moon's dim light with an unknown liquid.
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Lucien spots him, one hand going over his revolver as quickly as a wolf would snarl at a hunter when being backed into a corner. He was wild at the moment. "You there, stop where you are. A man shouldn't approach another silently when armed with such weapons. Otherwise one might mistake you for an assassin..." His hand doesn't budge from its poised position above the Mateba sidearm. However, his legs and other arm still remain casual, if not tense due to the sudden arrival. "If you assure me that no conflict will transpire within the next few moments, I will be more than willing to bring my hand off my gun. Agreed?" He raises his other hand up in a gesture of peace. While he was still frantic as he thought of the boy, he still remembered to keep his diplomacy.
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The large man had stopped where he stood and placed his hands a fair height in the air. He kept his mouth closed, not daring to let the man shoot him, despite the rather useless effect it would have on him. After Lucien had finished his statement, the man nodded simply. "I am not here for a fight. Just put here to ponder the stars. I think I have found a rather familiar one, in fact..." He lowered his hands cautiously, and despite being entirely immune to conventional ammunition, attempted to maintain some level of caution as he stared down the barrel of the beautifully-crafted sidearm. Who would've known what such an exotic weapon would carry within its chamber. "You resemble a warrior of past. Cobalt Phoenix. At least from what I've heard of you, you are a legend here. If you even are who I presume, anyways."
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The man raises his hand from its poised position above his holstered revolver and brings it to the air, somewhat confused by the man's inquiry. "Cobalt Phoenix? I know no such title, stranger. I'm here looking for a boy - skin like mine, about 15-16 with dark brown hair and eyes. I blacked out and all I can remember recently is waking up out here. My apologies stranger, I think you have me confused for someone else." [i]Phoenix? The people wouldn't give me such a title. They branded me as an exile - what exile has a name sounding so honourable?[/i]
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The man nodded skeptically. From the prophecy and legends he heard among the crowds of the more seasoned Dojo civilians, the weaponry and skills of this newcomer seemed identical to that of the old hero. "My apologies, then. You seemed very similar to the man I had heard of." The guard extended his hand, obscured by a glove with its fingers rigidly cut off. He took the hand of Lucien firmly, squeezing it enough to show his open nature but soft enough not to hurt the newcomer. "Aaron Sawyer. What's your name, then?"
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The man reciprocated the handshake and returned the same amount of caution Sawyer gave him. "Lucien Farcòn at your service. Quite strange that someone like myself would come to a place like this - much less someone like myself existing. I highly doubt anyone else could wield blue fire such as this, Aaron Sawyer. Doing such a thing would mean I am dead." ... A heartbeat passes. "Did you say somebody possessed similar weapons and equipment to me as well?"
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Sawyer nodded. "Yes, the same weapons, and the same smell of brimstone and lights of cobalt flame you displayed. Strange... but not my own problem." He slowly backed away. "It's time I returned to my post, but good luck with whoever you seek to find, or... whatever is happening with the weaponry and skills you possess. Welcome to the Dojo. I'm sure you'll cause quite a stir." Sawyer turned completely, opening the huge Dojo gates with ease and leaning once again on the wall, where he let the burning ember of his lighter sit under the cigar.
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[spoiler]Phoenix never smelled like brimstone sadly :)[/spoiler] "My thanks, Aaron Sawyer. I trust that we'll be seeing more of each other." Lucien gives a small wave before disappearing through the gates, still distressed in finding this boy of his.
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[spoiler]Sorry. My mistake. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's all Gucci my guy.[/spoiler]
