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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/21/2017 8:50:53 PM
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Splash glanced from the top of the hill to the city below.
[i]Another city surrounded by hills. At least I don't have to protect it.[/i]
She walked towards the hates, and knocked on the concrete next to it.
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[i]"I think you missed the bars, eh?" A joking voice asked from off to the left of the woman. It was somewhat deep though still young, around the mid to late twenties of a man and laced with a light, stereotypical Canadian's accent. [/i]
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[i]He sounds kinda hot...[/i] was literally the only thing she could think...
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[i]"Just gotta aim a little to the left, then you'll be knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door. Or hell's gates depending on the day." [/i]
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She chuckled when she heard that, "Good advice. Is it hell today?"
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[i]"Currently? No, just... Well don't anger anyone. Beautiful woman like you should have no issues," Treyman flirtatiously remarked, as he looked over to her. He definitely did look rather out of place in a civilian environment, though not at all for Dojo standards. Adorned in a tiger-striped cloak that reached his knees, with the hood up and an orange mask covering his face, one eye with a black crosshair while the other had a red circle around it, he looked at the newcomer with his arms folded and him leaning against the stony wall. He had a belt on his hip over the cloak that matched his black bandolier, the latter holding bullets, while the former held around seven weapons. A set off four revolvers - Red, white, blue, and Fallout's Ranger Sequoia - arranged perfectly on the left side, while the right held two hilts for HardLight Blade Emitters in between the silver shoto hilt for a lightsaber, with a red crystal inside. On his back was an AntiMatter assault rifle next to a sniper rifle of the same variety, and a man-sized Bolter rifle that was issued by an old friend, like most of his gear. That also explained his unnaturally broad shoulders - Obviously from the armour he bore, that of an Astartes Space Marine's Scout gear. "Though in all seriousness, things are pretty calm inside." [/i]
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She's met a space marine in her travels, so the armor didn't shock her. Also, there were a few hunters she knew who weren't exactly fashionistas. "Heh. Believe me, some don't stand a chance."
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[i]'Lass you look like you should be praising a Traveler, so I know you can handle yourself. Though seriously, do exercise caution." Yeah, Treyman played Destiny. He's got a shit ton of info on the stuff she's seen, though not all of it. [/i]
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"I always exercise caution."
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[i]'Yet you get your information from men in strange cloaks who you don't know," Treyman jested, as he slowly approached Splash. He stopped a few feet from her, still within arms reach if anything were to go down but far enough that he could draw a revolver. He had no murderous or even remotely harmful intent, though he lived the life of a soldier for too long to simply not cover all his bases near a stranger. "I'm Treyman, most call me Jack." [/i]
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"Oh no, I didn't talk to them."
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[i]"And just what did you do?" [/i]
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"And why'd you mention that again?"
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[i]"I asked you first." [/i]
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"Okay. They were not strange to me. I'm kinda nervous, showing up here, without invitation. The last thing I want is a door slammed in my face."
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[i]"You know, that's a fair reason. And this place lets pretty much everyone in, though if you want to fight anyone, you've got to deal with testers." [/i]
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"Testers?"
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[i]"Yesh. Prove your worth and all that shit. It's stupid, I know." [/i] [spoiler]Basically it's an Anti-Godmodder deterrent system for PvP, as the Dojo is entry-level and deals with new guys. Everyone goes through it. [/spoiler]
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"Sounds like a good challenge."
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[i]"Eh, most are, some aren't. I can beat a lot, but some can whoop my ass." [/i]
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Splash's hair gets in her eyes, she brushes the small collection of locks behind her ear, "So, the gates going to open or what?"
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[i]"Dude..." Treyman says, as he uses his right hand to simply open the gates. It was indeed that simple. "I hope your looks are some indication of your intelligence and that this was just a bad moment for you." [/i]
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"Sorry. Distracted by your conversation. I should've realized that earlier." She dashes into the gates eager to explore Dojoville.
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[i]"F*ckin' rude," Jack said to himself as he watched her dash into the Dojo, without even telling him her name. He had gotten a view on her face though, so if he needed a few shots in her back for any troubles plaguing the Dojo, he knew who to hunt. Not that he would be seeing her again though, he had doubted he would. [/i]
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