originally posted in:The New Dojo
"This place has been the first real home I've had in six years."
[i]He said, entering. Two individuals were speaking in the room before them, both pausing in the midst of their conversation to see who had entered. A woman leaned up against the countertop that separated the waiting room and the office. She was short, wearing combat pants, boots, and a regular t-shirt. Her pale blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and she looked almost surprised to see the two boys.
The man before her looked extremely imposing in his full suit of armor. The exosuit he wore was painted matte black, with scratches and scrapes all across it, along with a few bullet ricochet marks. On his left leg, a large Bowie knife sat in its sheath. At his waist, a leather gunbelt, and at each of his hips, a .44 magnum, Smith and Wesson Model 629 Stealth Hunters. Magnum shells lined the gunbelt as well. Across his chest, a bandolier, with numerous tactical pouches used to store various items for any situation. His cloak was back, exposing both his shoulders and his helmet. On his left pauldron, a kukri was situated in its sheath, and on his right, five .50BMG rounds sat in a sidesaddle. The tip of his blade's hilt could be seen over his right shoulder, the stock of his Barrett M107A1 over his right. However, what stood out the most was the mask he wore. It fully covered his face and head, and the lenses of the eyes glowed an eerie blue. Like the armor, it was painted entirely black, save for three jagged white slashes across the right side, painted bright white.
He turned and looked towards the two, and spoke, voice metallic and calm.
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"Hey Miles. Who's your friend?"
[i]Watcher stopped in his tracks, and stared back up at the man, and then looked over to the woman, clearly not happy.[/i]
"I thought that was between you and I."
"Look, it was an accident..."
[i]She said, clearly sincere. [/i]
[i]He sighed, and walked past them, briskly, and headed upstairs. The armored man looked to Rose.
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"I'm guessing that he probably wasn't keen on me knowing that..."
"Oui, Monsieur."
[i]She replied. The accent and language gave her away as French.[/i]
English
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[u]From what I can tell, yes. There was a time that I had an of man to mentor me. He was blind and basically he told me that I have some special power. He told me how to active them. Then he died. Then I stopped talking for a few years. So yeah, I think it was just a birth thing[/u]
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"Interesting." "Do they have any effects on you if you use them for a while? I know some people basically run themselves to the point of exhaustion using their powers." [i]Watcher sounded to be genuinely interested in James' abilities.[/i]
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[u]Umm... I've really only used them for less then 5 minutes at a time. It's a good question, but one I can't answer. I've been told I'm [b]very[/b] dangerous. I don't see it. [/u] James could tell how interested Watcher was in his powers. James was as well, at one point.
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"Well, if what Rose said is true, then yeah, you're probably capable of some catastrophic stuff, dude." [i]He replied. [/i] "Time's a really powerful thing to be able to manipulate. Not a lot of people have that ability." [i]Watcher hadn't met anyone else in the Dojo with the abilities to manipulate time, so this was a first.[/i]
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[u]Rose is pretty smart. I wonder if that old guy had time powers.[/u] James got his ever so infamous light in his eyes, showing that he had an idea. [u]I wonder... Could i make immortality possible? [/u] James was seriously considering immortality but he then realized that was an evil thought and stowed it away. [u]Nevermind that. Could I slow time for someone else I wonder... that'd be revolutionary in war...[/u]
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"Look, I really don't know what you can do, dude. I'm just glad you're not a psycho and trying to kill anyone." [i]Watcher said, a relieved smile on his face.[/i]
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[u]Says who?[/u] James asked jokingly
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"I'm just not getting the vibe from you. You're too honest to random people like me and Rose, dude." [i]He said, smirking.[/i]
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[u]Mmmmm... Yeah, I guess I'm not a psycho. Not yet at least.[/u]
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"Seeing as you were crying about killing someone, you're not a psycho. Last time I checked, people that are insane don't do that." [i]He replied, shrugging his shoulders.[/i]
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[u]Oh come on, I wasn't crying. [/u]
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"I'm not deaf. I may have trust issues but I know I heard you crying down here." [i]He answered, [/i]
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[u]Ok, fine.... maybe a little bit. But shut up. [/u] James replied, laughing a bit
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"You kidding me? Just because it's normal doesn't mean I'm not gonna make fun of you!" [i]He said through a laugh[/i]
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[u]Id be more scared if you weren't normal honestly.[/u] James said, also laughing
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/17/2016 2:39:53 AM[i]He shrugged.[/i] "We're all a little messed up. Never met a totally normal person in my life." [i]Despite his smile, there was a sincerity to what he said. Most people he had known, despite their normal exteriors, were often about as far from normal as they could get, they were unique in a good way.[/i]
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[u]Well, that's true.[/u] James liked Watcher. He could trust him, they did grow up in similar manners. Considering they were both thieves and sneaks and they were both pretty young, James thought that they could be good friends eventually.
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[i]With that, Watcher turned on his heel, and headed for the stairs, briefly jogging and then sliding in his socks to the bottom of the staircase. He headed up fairly quickly, disappearing onto the second floor. After a moment, his head poked around the corner from the top. [/i] "If you wanna come up, you're welcome to." [i]He said, rather awkwardly.[/i]
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[u]Uh... I have no where better to go, so sure.[/u] James followed after Watcher.
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[i]The staircase was wooden, polished, and likely old. After ascending it, James came to a whole second story that looked to be a comfortable living space. There was a small kitchen and dining room, a TV room, and then two rooms that appeared to be bedrooms. One was locked, the other was open, the door pushed back. Music was coming from inside, an old Nirvana song. Watcher was likely in there.[/i]
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James looked around in awe. [i]Well holy shit, it's a house.[/i] As James walked into the bedroom, he listened to the music. [u]Is that Smells Like Teen Spirit?[/u] [i]Wait just a second, I've never heard music in my life. How'd I know that? Even if that isn't the song, how did I know a song name?[/i]
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"Nah, "Come as You Are." Same band, though." [i]Watcher said from inside his room. The room was fairly large, but it was a mess. His desk was littered with mechanical and electronic parts, and his armor stood in a stand surrounded by parts. The drawers in the dresser next to his bed, however, were organized neatly. Empty Gatorade bottles lined its top, along with plenty of tools. Blueprints and design drawings were scattered across his unmade bed. The music came from a speaker on top of a shelf above his dresser. Watcher himself was seated in a rolling office chair, a pencil tucked behind his ear.[/i]
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[u]Im still amazed a know an actual song name...[/u] James looked around at the bedroom and noticed it was a mess. [i]I guess Watcher is probably some sort of engineer. That would explain the whole suit and everything.[/i] [u]Nice place[/u]
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"Yeah... sure.... it's a mess, if anything." [i]He said, smiling.[/i] "Been busy working lately. Spend a lot of time doing mechanical stuff."
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[u]Oh, your room is a mess? Look at my room.[/u] James joked.