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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Old Man Kent:
12/9/2016 3:04:54 AM
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[b]The Newcomer... not like anyone even cares | Somewhere in the Dojo[/b]
A figure, dressed in all white armor, slipped his way through the crowd of civilians. He was tall in comparison to everyone else, his boots creating a metal [i]clang[/i] as he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going, but had a feeling it would be somewhere decent. He didn't want to go to a bar - he never liked to drink.
He heard everything through the crowd of mixed individuals. Their problems, their plans for the evening, it was quite interesting - knowing what people were doing or what they planned on doing. It made things fresh. It wasn't the same routine every day.
Rain had began to fall, the orange lights in his armor and visor seemed to be a faded haze of colors due to the heavy downpour. He had been walking for at least two hours, still, not having a clue on where he was. He just so happened to have stumbled across the Dojo by mistake, it was never intentional to come here.
Surprisingly, people didn't seem to mind a tall man in an all white power suit. It baffled him on how oblivious people were... or, were they just used to it? It didn't seem unlikely. For some reason it felt very plausible for a place like this.
He continued on, the people still bustling by, going on with their day. He didn't seem to mind this, however. He, for some reason, found it calming. It felt natural to be walking around these streets. But he did hope for some interaction with another person, no matter who it was.
[spoiler]Open. Please, feel free to reply. I've been trying to get back into RP.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Just lose your shit. It'll be worth it, I promise.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]We're gonna sneak up on 'em, and drive a tank into their p*ssy[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]After that, I'll shove [i]my[/i] p*ssy in their ass.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]"How is that even possible?" "I don't even know, but I'm still gonna do it."[/spoiler]
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Edited by Old Man Kent: 12/11/2016 6:50:26 AM[spoiler]You better shove that tank out of my ass.[/spoiler] [spoiler]I swear, spoilers are like tiny presents, because you never know what's inside.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Aye. Like turning the corner into a shotgun.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's a surprise at first. And even more so if they decide to turn you over and shove the shotgun up your ass sideways.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]With the bayonet[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]While at the same time they're gasing your pussy juices with a Kolibri up your ass - because the shotgun with a bayonet wasn't enough.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]This devolved very quickly.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It did. But I regret nothing.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It would be better if your phone could read it to you in the voice I was doing during that match.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Old Man Kent: 12/11/2016 7:02:27 AM[spoiler]I just read it the way you'd say it lmao[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Good enough. I do believe that this is far enough, then.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I believe so. I'll talk to you later.[/spoiler] [spoiler]And again, I regret nothing.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Good way to live life.[/spoiler]
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Someone was watching him, perched on top of a outcropping on a wall, crouched over the street. he was wearing a white cloak, and had various pouches, straps, and layers underneath that, bearing the odd vigor of displaced nobility. what stood out was his inane amount of weapons, for he had a calvary saber and dagger sheathed at his waist, and had a rather long rifle slung across his back, the barrel reading 'Excalabur' He dropped down, looking at you oddly "Howdy"
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The man stopped in his tracks, looking down at the person who leaped down before him. "Hello. What might your name be?"
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From what little you could see of his face, you could tell he wasn't human, bearing animalistic features, you could only see his eyes, and the way his cowl poked out and the way his hood sat on his head told you he had a snout and horns, and his piercingly blue eyes gazed at you intently "Names give power, the right name....the right history, and you could be a ruler, tyrant, soldier, or general... My name...or the name I am known by, is Alpha"
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Edited by Old Man Kent: 12/10/2016 1:22:14 AMHe noticed his animalistic features almost instantly. But, was kind, and greeted him like he would anyone else. "It's a pleasure to meet you Alpha. My name is Rhys." [spoiler]I'm sorry for the late reply.[/spoiler]
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"Nice name, not many people have that name" After assessing whether or not he would be a threat, he relaxed, judging you to be a decent person "What brings you here? the glory is only sorely won, and the riches so common as to be worthless"
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"Thank you. I'm actually here because my navigation system failed on me. I have only been here for a few hours. I'm still not quite sure what I am doing or what there is to do."
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A cloaked individual tapped him on his shoulder.
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He stops then turns to the figure, looking down at him. "Can I help you?"
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What he sees was quite unusual. There, standing behind him, was a small anthropomorphic arctic fox standing at 4'8" wrapped in a cloak to keep from getting soaked. "You lost, need help getting anywhere?"
