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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Royal Blade:
1/16/2017 3:41:30 PM
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[b][i][u]Mondays...[/u][/i][/b]
[b]Royal walked through the dojo.
His hair was on the fritz, going every which way and he was severely under Armoured.
A simple black short sleeve shirt and long black skinny jeans with black Allstars.
He entered the bar of Blades and took a seat, ordering a black coffee [/b]
[spoiler]Open! [/spoiler]
English
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Quincy was in there, taking an exaggeratedly long sip from a jar of orange, fizzy liquid. He waved with his hand. Some noticeable things about Quincy were that part of his right ear looked like it had been cut off, as it was missing. He also had two scars across his face, no fur covering where the scars were so they were evident. One went across and down his muzzle while the other went over his eye. His eye seemed fine though, but the scar carried over his eyelid when he blinked.
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[b]Royal got to his feet and made his way over to Quincy [/b] "Hey There Fox man. Don't you have your own coffee place?" [b]He took a seat across from Quincy, a scar on his left cheek was evident that Roy knew the position Quincy was it [/b]
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He finishes the sip, swallowing. "Basically. I don't own it, but the owner is never around anyway, so I run the place." He seemed in a normal, calm mood. Not too energetic in any particular way, just calm.
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"Ay, makes sense." [b]Royal's coffee arrived and he took a sip [/b]
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Q took another sip of his orange soda. "So what's been going on?"
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"Regarding what? Quite a bit actually if you think about it. Non cannon attack on the dojo, a famous senator was Assassinated, a missing platoon was found, most of them Dead."
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"Who was in the platoon?" he asked, concerned. His tone obviously showed it.
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"Sargeant Marker, you might know him. Luckily, he was one of the men that made it out."
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Q nods, relieved. "Who didn't make it?" he asked, wondering if he knew any of them from the Invasion.
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"Privates Sully, Nate, Sam, Dean, Neal, Caffrey, Peter, Burke, Bill, Murray. Recognize any of them?"
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He nods. "Im pretty sure a lot of them helped me out with locking down and securing my cafe.." He sounded saddened by the news.
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"Probably. They were part of his squadron. Marker's taking it roughly, this was the first time he had men die under his watch." [b]Royal sighed as he took a sip of coffee [/b]
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"Who took them?" he asked, sounding a little grim.
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"It was a terrorist group that's recently risen up. Call themselves 'The Known, Unknown.' quite weird."
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"Hm.." he said, pausing. He seemed to dismiss an idea before talking again. "Would I be able to talk to Marker sometime soon?"
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"Yeah, I could always take you to him..."
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"Thanks. When would you be able to do that?" he asked, taking another sip from his jar.
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"You wanna go now?"
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Quincy nods, genuinely worried for his friend. His concern was clearly visible in his face. "Sure. The sooner the better."
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[b]Royal stood. [/b] "Let's go then, shall we?"
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Q stood, cracking his back real quick as he had been sitting there a while. "Alrighty, where to?"
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"Med Bay. We're keeping him under watch."
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"Why? He have PTSD?" he asks, moving towards the door.
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"Not exactly. This was his first mission with a squadron. That's why."
