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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/5/2017 5:26:18 AM
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"My, my." The thick Japanese accent said. Calling to the man over the courtyard. The red Samurai stood by the sleeping cherry blossom tree, his arms crossed as he looked at the figure. His sensors scanned him quickly to identify who he was. If he was apart of the dojo previously, he would know. If not, Tesuto's other features would kick into action.
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The old man continues to play his tune, humming what would be the vocal parts. He'd bet that you'd come closer.
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Tesuto walked closer to the bard, slightly unsettled. "Excuse me?" The Samurai asked.
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Edited by H3ADSH0T DUDE: 1/5/2017 6:34:47 AMHe continued to play the tune, but in a faster and more intense way, he knew you were close. He continued this for awhile.
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"Errrrr. Hello?" Tesuto asked again, getting annoyed. Why would his scammers not pick this man up?
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He messes up, his bow going off key. He rests the violin by his knees. "Who disturbs me performance to the illusions of..." He stops, he picks his head up, his eyes aren't seen as he has a blindfold on.
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"Tesuto. Gatekeeper of the dojo. You are....?"
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"Who I am could be left than desired, what I do is what counts most. I play for the gods until they are satisfied with my work, and yet, they aren't."
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"Playing music for that which could or could not be there is intriguing on its own. Yet, do you suppose your music is not that which they seek?"
