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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2016 3:06:26 AM
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"The Dojo?" the man asks quizzically. He knew not of any kind of Dojo.
"My apologies sir, I don't quite know where I am. Have you seen a boy by chance? 15-16, skin like mine with dark brown hair and eyes?"
[i]Strange mask. Tribal? No, he couldn't be with them. Perhaps the Abbatial. They have some decently mortifying visages used in their ritual. [/i]
The man analyzed every visible piece of the masked stranger, such was the nature of his habit.
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"No, sadly I have not. Then again, I rarely go out...perhaps you can find your friend further inside." The masked man said, slowly reaching for his mask and slid it to the side, revealing the tanned, clean shaved and angular face. His silvery hair was threaded through the top of the matte black poncho. Though normally a rather normal face, there were 4 holes in his cheek plugged up by...water? "Now, I may as well introduce myself. I am Blackmore, and yours?"
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[i]Wounded, but unaffected. Coagulated... Water? Hmm. Most like Abbatial? No. You're not in your home anymore. Think clearly.[/i] Other than his silent analysis, the man seem unfazed by Blackmore's peculiar appearance. He tipped his wide-brimmed hat to the man before offering his hand, the panic in his eyes slowly dying. "Lucien Farcòn at your service. How do I get in?"
