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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]Think of it as a puppet.[/spoiler] Al's fingers work furiously as wires attached to the kunai reeled them back into the beast's stomach. He began running up the back of the beasts, forming spears made out of wires in each hand - one black and one white. He leaps off the head of the beast, throwing the black one towards Rhys and plunging the white one into the ground. The wire puppet wraps its hands around Aloysious to protect him as the black spear continues to sail towards Rhys, looking rather heavy and not as deferrable as the kunai.
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Rhys lunges into the air at immense speed, attempting to dodge the black spear, his fiery, electric wings looking like a blurr. He floats in the air, creating rods of lightning in his hand, throwing them at the beasts head; he does this as he flies around the beast at all angles.
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Just as the black spear was about to hit the ground, white strands rose up from the earth and caught it. They turned its head towards Rhys just as quickly as he flew and launched it at him at a much higher velocity. The puppet raises its tail and tries to bat Rhys out of the air. Its head opens up as lightning begins to burn through its cranium... Revealing a hollow that releases dozens of superheated kunai shot up from its hollow head.
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[i]F*ck this shit.[/i] Rhys whispers to himself as he increases the speed of his thrusters. He plummets to the ground, hammer first, sending out a massive shockwave of kinetic energy. That's his last move. Rhys stands, pulling the rod from the hammerhead, then placing it on his back. He extends his arms, and waits for Al to do whatever he pleases. He has given up - he can't win. [spoiler]I've given up at this point lmao[/spoiler]
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"Hm, your dressed for battle..." A man dressed in a black wife beater and baggy Gi pants approaches the newcomer. A giant sword the size of him rests on his back, and a silver and black prosthetic arm stands out to him. How could someone wield such a giant sword?
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He stops, then looks at the man talking to him. "Anything can happen. Why not be prepared?" His voice deep and metallic. He looks at the sword, then his arm. "Did you lose your arm in battle, or by lifting the sword?"
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He chuckles, drawing his blade and spins it a bit before resting it in his shoulder. "Battle, the dojo finals actually. Guy I was fighting threw it so hard and fast it cut clean. Hurt like a bitch though."
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"Ah. I've heard some people mention the fights. Never heard the name of your opponent, however." He leaned against a building wall, no weapons seemed to be visible on him. He crosses his arms and stares down at him.
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"Names Zane, I have various titles but I'm in charge of security around here. Guy I was fighting was called JJ. He fought like hell though, but during the final part of the battle he lost control. Almost had to kill him. Glad I didn't have to though, he's the one who gave me my new arm."
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"Nice to meet you Zane. I'm Rhys." He extends his arm for a more formal greeting. "That battle sounds like it was hell - but in a fun way."
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He shakes Rhys's hand with his prosthetic, sheathing his blade and grinning. "Nice to meet you Rhys, what brought you here to the dojo?"
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"You could say it was chance. I never intended on being here, it just happened. I'm supposed to be in another nebula entirely - but I found this place to be interesting, so I decided to stay for a while."
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"Well the dojo welcomes all who wish to stay, so make yourself at home. Public housing should be nearby, you'll just need to register."
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"Hm. Well thank you. I'll make sure to register, I could use some sleep I suppose."
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"So how long have you been traveling? And what did you mean by another nebula? You not from this world?"
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"I've been traveling for a few years now. Going from planet to planet. I'm supposed to be visiting someone on a planet called Beku. You wouldn't know it."
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"A friend, or perhaps someone special to you?" He grins at his own question, remembering something.
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"You could say they're special to me." He notices the grin. "What are you thinking?"
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"Oh, just remembered how I met my wife. That's all. So where are you originally from?"
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"I'm from Earth. Strange to think such a thing, but I am. Not quite sure what has happened to it though. What about yourself? Where are you from?"
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He scratches his head, thinking of how to answer that. "Well...I'm not from here, but I can't say where I'm from. I assure you it's nowhere you have heard of."
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Rhys tilts his head, confused. "You don't know where you're from? That's a bit odd to say the least. You'd think you have some for of recollection of the past. Unless you do, then I feel silly."
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"The place I'm from has no name, at least not one that can be understood in this language. In the almost three years I've been here I've forgotten how to speak it."
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Rhys seemed surprised, yet confused also. "Very odd. I hope you remember the tongue of your home world. It would be a shame if it was forgotten."
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 12/9/2016 10:59:03 PM"I'm sure it'll come back to me eventually, but I'm not too worried about it. Place was horrible."
