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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2016 1:31:21 AM
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[u]"I've heard the legends. I've heard the stories, the high tales, whatever the hell the masses call it.[/u]
[u]...I gotta admit. You're impressive."[/u]
[i]Leaning against one of the massive looming walls of the Dojo was a lonesome figure; a female, standing at a height of six foot three and with a thin stature. She wasn't armed with any weapons, oddly enough, a tricorne black leather upon her head that was completed with a white pigeon feather protruding from the back of it. Her clothing consisted of a black leather longcoat with a white fabric shirt, and handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece. Leather gloves and boots were the only sources of armor's she even had at the moment.[/i]
[u]"...Eh. You probably wouldn't like this shithole at this point. It's...not the best."[/u]
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"It's still home, regardless, its been worse" he gave you a curt nod, and asked "I assume you know who I am, who are you?"
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[u]"That, I actually do know, Jared."[/u] [i]The woman then looked up, her piercing light blue eyes staring straight towards Jared as a sly, maniacal grin crossed her pale face.[/i] [u]"...Irina. Irina S. Eilizia, to be exact. Tis a pleasure."[/u]
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"Ah, so I'm not the only one to get shit here" He grinned, his own blue eyes had lost their keen edge a long time ago "nice to meet you"
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[u]"Indeed, indeed.[/u] [u]So. Other than this place...being home. Why'd you come back? They pretty much let anyone in these days...even those that once terrorized the whole damn place."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled darkly to herself - as she was obviously referring to her not-so distant past as a mass murderer in the general area of the Dojo.[/i]
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"I ain't got nothing else, so here I am" He chuckled
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[u]"Heh. Guess I can relate. Except I'd get shot on sight if I headed to the village, and I've already nearly died to some goddamn talking animal. I swear, they're everywhere now.."[/u]
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"Yeah, met...wait, was it some furry fox chick like straight out of some yiff comic?"
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Edited by Orn: 11/30/2016 12:06:45 AM[u]"Yeah, the little shit who froze me after I punched through his goddamn heart? I'm going to skin his ass one of these days, I swear."[/u]
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"oh yeah, then we met the same person, thing....cause that's who I met" He laughed "We're going to get along famously"
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[u]"I can see it already -"[/u] [i]Irina waved her hands around sarcastically, as if presenting something.[/i] [u]"Jared and Irina; for your furry infestation needs![/u] [u]But in all seriousness, we probably will get along pretty well."[/u]
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"Heh, that's funny, its why I got kicked out in the first place Sketch, that first one, he was an arrogant bastard so when I put him in his place, well......he made a fuss, pulled the right heartstrings and I was gone, gone, gone"
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[u]"God...fúck that overgrown rat and his brother. Bastard nearly killed a good friend...Oh, what I'd love to do to that little shit..."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled - and for once, a glimmer of sadistic glee was within her light blue eyes. It was as if she held much more than a grudge..[/i]
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Jared was pretty happy "Y'know, I'd love to kill him too, just say the word" His own eyes burned with a firey passion, he would love to sink his blade or a bullet into the spine of Sketch or any of the cat's loved ones
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(That is, assuming the -blam!-er responds if I use Irina, which he doesn't -.-) [i]Irina genuinely chuckled at this comment, nodding her head as that sadistic glimmer remained within her eyes. One could tell that she held much more than a grudge against Vorim and Quincy; one that she would only be able to recover from with their deaths.[/i] [u]"Hehehe. Guess I should get you in here, then?"[/u]
