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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by TheChemist:
1/6/2017 2:06:52 AM
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A man in a fancy suit approaches the gates of the dojo. His head is topped with a simple black fedora and a black cane with a silver lion head pommel is gripped in his left hand. He examines the gates with some scrutiny and knocks his cane against the wood.
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[spoiler]Little bit more detail in posts is great to have, increases chances of people paying attention. [/spoiler] [b]The gates creaked open, and inside stood an odd man. He was dress in a way you might expect a Musketeer to look. Baggy, black clothes with a hat. He looked at Vince, his blue eyes sparkling [/b] "Welcome. To the Dojo!" [b]He raised his hands towards the sun [/b]
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Vince examines the man. His eyes sweep over the man, the gaze is powerful. "Greetings sir, may I inquire your name?" Vince fiddles with the pommel of his cane and takes his hat off with his free hand, revealing black, slicked back hair.
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"I am Kross, Lord of Cinder. Who might you be?" [b]The man lowered his hands, one of which went to the hilt of a blade that laid upon his hip. [/b]
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"Vince Price." He smiled and put his hat back on. "I heard this was a place for fighters. Were those tales correct or am I in the wrong place?"
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"You, my good sir. Are in the correct place. This is a safe haven for everyone."
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"Good to know." He reaches into his jacket's pocket and fiddles with something inside. Suddenly his suit appears to puff out slightly. He also throws his cane slightly in the air and catches it halfway up the neck.
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"What have you come here for? To join our ranks?"
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"If you'll have me. I have traveled for 15 years, I need to settle for a bit."
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"Of course, all are welcome to join."
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"Ah, good. Now, is there some sort of fee or any paperwork? Or is there some kind of initiation?"
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"No, joining is completely free. But if wish to fight others then you must be initiated through battle."
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"Sounds reasonable." He steps over the threshold. "I accept the terms."
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"Then draw your blade! You may make the First move!" [b]Kross backed up a few feet, his hand still on his blade's hilt [/b]
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He turns, holding his cane as if it were a sword. "My cane will suffice." He quickly tosses his hat onto a convenient hat rack.
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Edited by Royal Blade: 1/6/2017 2:52:46 AM"Wow! What a convenient hat rack!" [b]The fourth wall cracked. Kross drew his sword, which had a purple, dark energy surrounding it [/b] "The Judgement's Greatsword. Do you know it?"
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"I am unfamiliar with the subject." He dropped into a fencing stance, alert and aware.
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"Shame." [b]Kross didn't move, admiring his blade [/b] "Well come on then. Make your move."
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"You can tell me later." Vince sprung forward swinging his cane in a wide arc.
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[b]Kross leaped back, avoiding the can rather easily [/b]
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Vince grinned and steadied himself. He fell back into a defensive stance. "Your move."
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"Hmm." [b]Kross spun the sword in his hand, then moved forward at an extremely fast speed. He stabbed directly towards Vince's shoulder [/b]
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Vince managed to just dodge to the side, the blade scraped against his suits armor plate, leaving a small rip in the fabric. He brought his cane down on his opponent's head.
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[b]Kross ducked his head to the side and the cane struck down on his shoulder. The shape edge of Kross' sword was still buried into Vince's shoulder, so he coursed electricity through it in an attempt to shock Vince [/b]
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Edited by TheChemist: 1/6/2017 12:54:03 PMVince flinched back from the sudden shock and frowned. He grasped the pommel of his cane and pressed a hidden button. Suddenly the cane shifted and shrunk down until it appeared to become an ornate pistol. He took aim at the ground beneath Kross and pulled the trigger, letting loose a spray of bullets.
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[b]Kross tap danced for a moment, before pulling his sword back. He slashed at Vince's gun hand as he maneuvered back [/b]
