originally posted in:The New Dojo
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]