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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
12/10/2016 5:01:29 PM
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[b][u]The Coming storm[/u][/b]
A few dozen kilometres north of the Dojo, a house was being built. To get to it, there was a slim staircase with wide steps winding up the mountain. These steps eventually led up to a plateau, land locked by the mountain around it. Here, the house was being built. It was actually rather large, but knew the effects of coziness. However, only the frame and the flooring for the first floor was actually built. A man with pale blue skin had tied a rope around some planks of oak wood, and threw it it over the side of the frame to begin raising it. His left leg was not exactly...functional. So he was having trouble not slipping and falling right on his ass. He let the planks down, wiping sweat from his brow as he sat down. Grabbing the cane beside him and resting it on his lap. Falk, let out a breath of fatigue.
"You've got to be kidding me with this...
Ugh."
[spoiler]For Zane. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]love u 2[/spoiler]
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He hears footsteps behind him, and suddenly a hand clasped his shoulder. The hand wasn't a human one though, it was a black and silver prosthetic. "Man, you look like shit old friend." Falk should recognize the voice.
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Falk looked up at Zane, and a grin crossed his face. "Finally got my calls did you? Or is it because you JUST got a phone?"
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"Mira may have gotten me one as a late birthday present. Technology is so strange...." He opens and closes his prosthetic arm, thinking to himself for a moment. "So how's that leg treating you?"
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"It's been a real pain in the ass actually! But I see you haven't had the greatest luck in terms of...limbs...either! Help me up will ya?"
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"Yeah, man I've got a story for you." He helps Falk up, and explains the events that led to his new arm.
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"Jesus. You'll do anything to keep that GRAND CHAMPION title then hey? I guess you're lucky I wasn't in that tournament..."
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 12/10/2016 5:51:03 PM"Hey, it was either lose an arm or die. I think I made the right choice....Plus how would you have fought with that bum leg?"
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"Pshhhhh. Details." Falk smiled jokingly as he turned his attention to the house. "Whelp! As you see my little project has been... Well...slow. Did Anne tell you about it?"
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 12/10/2016 6:01:05 PM"Yeah, said you had no idea how to build a cabin. Which is why I'm here to help!" Suddenly behind Zane a woman with long silver hair and piercing white eyes walks up behind him, covering his eyes and giggling. Falk should remember who this is, due to the strange encounter long ago....
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Falk was confused for a moment, thinking that was non-Cannon. But either way, confidence was key. So he greeted Mira with a smile. "Mira! How are you?"
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Zane pulls her from behind him, putting an arm around her waist as she laughs. "Good Falk, but no company this time?" She lightly teased, and Zane raised an eye in confusion.
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Falk furrowed his brow, keeping a sarcastic smile as looked at the woman. "Afraid not.... Anyways. I guess with the three of us, we should be able to get this place done a lot faster...."
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 12/10/2016 6:30:54 PMZane: "Oh that we shall! Where are the tools?" Mira: "Oh there right outside, by the car. Il go grab them." Zane: "Still don't know where you learned to drive...." Mira: "Hey, had to do something in the afterlife." She turned and went outside to grab the tools, leaving Zane and Falk. He sighed, smiling. "So, how did you want this thing to look?"
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"Got some blueprints right over here. You can check em out."
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"Gotcha." He goes over and looks at the blueprints, then chuckles. "Man, this a cabin or a mini mansion?"
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"....I have very high standards Zane! Let's get to it shall we?" Rorek began to walk through the woods. He had been training with Tywinn for a little over a month now. The man was gruff, for sure. But more like a grandpa who wanted to see Rorek succeed rather then a teacher. He had the boy stand on stumps for hours on end, and his balance was near perfect now. He had him hold up those very same stumps for nearly a day as well, teaching him patience with his strength. Then, to amplify that patience, he had him run around with the skull children of the woods. They seemed to be a hassle. But they grew on Rorek. As apart of his training. But...he still hardly knew anything about the old man. Why was he in the woods? How was he such a good fighter? Why was he teaching Rorek in the first place? He kept walking towards the grove in the forest. When he arrived however... There was another man there. Talking to Tywinn. His black outfit which was slim against his skinny body split at the waste and around his pants, which went down to his feet. He had to massive daggers crossing over eachother on the back of his hip. His hair was white as snow, as well. They seemed to be talking about...something. But Rorek couldn't hear. Nor could he see the man's face.
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 12/10/2016 7:16:44 PMHe quietly moves closer, hiding behind a nearby tree as he strains his ears, trying to listen in.
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The man who was talked smoothly, each word like a blow of a flute. He had his arms crossed, but Rorek still could not see his face. Tywinn sat on a stump in front of the tall man. The man spoke to Tywinn, like a business partner. But he definitely knew him. "So how is it that you remain here? Your place could be on the isles. I would so love to have you..." "Hmph! If you think I'd go to those blasted bloody isles think again. I'd rather fu[i]c[/i]k a hog before living there." "As per usual. You displease me my Pere. I have you come back and for what is it now...?" "Oh shut up [i]boy.[/i] You need me more than I need you." "Ah. Fair point...." The man raised his nose. Sniffing the air. "Ahhh....but how much do you need the boy....?" The man turned to where Rorek was, and the little soldier could see his face. His eyes were a deep, burning, glowing orange. His lips were cracked, but the pale matte lip liner did its best to cover them up. His skin was completely pale, and the man's features were sharp and attractive. Tywinn turned his head to Rorek. And he frowned at the tree. "Boy! Get the hell out from behind the tree ya damn squirrel!"
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He moves out from under the tree, walking over to Twyinn. "Damn it, how did you smell me? I showered before I came to the forest!"
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The man chuckled, and he approached Rorek. Each step was graceful, and balanced. "Oh, you are funny aren't you?" The man raised his right hand to the bottom of Roreks chin. His sharpened nails just barely scratching at the small hairs Rorek grew there, and It sent shivers up his spine.
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Edited by XxZANExX13: 12/10/2016 8:40:42 PMHe jumps back, placing a hand on his blades handle. "Ok, I have this thing called personal space and you just violated it...."
