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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/6/2017 10:58:05 PM
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[b][u]A Mysterious Newcomer[/u][/b]
Mist enveloped the Dojo on a quiet night. The blanket of clouds was inviting, comforting almost to some. But others saw it as a bad omen, a sign of the unknown. On this quiet night, a figure emerged from the mist. He wore mostly black, a leather jacket and boots, accompanied by blue jeans and a white shirt underneath the jacket. What stood out the most, however, was the mask the figure donned. It depicted the twisted visage of a Japanese Oni. It was a bright red, with white lines outlining the cheekbones of the mask. White lines also accompanied the forehead and made the eyebrows, which were above deep red eyes surrounded by black. Two large horns sprouted from the top of the mask, giving the figure the appearance of a demon, and large canines protruded out of the top and bottom of a fanged maw.
The figure was clutching its side, as if in discomfort, and had a mild lump as well. It didn't take much effort to see the blood trail it was leaving in its wake. Only the shuffling of its boots was audible as it made its sluggish journey to the gates of the Dojo. The figure lost its balance and abruptly fell to the ground, catching itself barely with a single arm. It's arm gave way and the impact of the fall was softened. The figure got to its knees, and knocked desperately on the gates, hoping someone would emerge to aid it.
[spoiler]Open. Intro.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Don't know what an oni is...[/spoiler] [b]Fortis teleported behind him.[/b] "You need some help?"
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[b]The gates creaked open and inside stood a man in black and baggy armour, almost like a Musketeer's. He also had a large Blonde mustache obscuring some of his face He Knelt down, inspecting the person before him [/b] "Are you alright?"
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"Do I look alright?" The voice of the figure confirmed he was male. The sharp increase in his tone caused the figure to grip his side tighter, as blood seeped through the spaces between his fingers. The figure looked at the man from his mask, which cast a cold air around the musketeer for a short while. The figure broke his gaze from the man and pressed his head against the gate, as if trying to compensate for the pain he was feeling. "My knee is shattered and 3 of my ribs are broken. Without aid it will take me a couple weeks at most to heal. But seeing the size of this place, I'm assuming you have medical equipment."
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"Yes we have much equipment. May you tell me what happened?"
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"I broke three ribs and I shattered my knee. That's all you need to know." The man was getting agitated. "Look, I know this will sound peculiar and frankly disgusting as a request. But, regarding how much damage I've sustained, I don't think I'll be able to fully recover in ample time. So, I need a human body. Preferably a corpse."
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"A... Body? I do not wish to know." [b]He stood tall [/b] "Are you able to walk?"
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"It would be much easier if you gave me support." The figure stared at you once more with his demonic features.
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"Very well." [b]Kross placed a hand over the man's shoulder and pulled him through the gates [/b]
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The man looked around and observed the inside of the Dojo silently. "So, I heard legends about this place. A safe haven for warriors of all kinds. Are they true? Or does your reputation precede you?"
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"The Legends and stories are true. The dojo is a place for warriors of Greatness, warriors cast away. This Is our safe haven."
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"Most interesting, I must say." He remained silent for the rest of the trip.
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[b]As they arrived at the medicinal courtyard, several doctors rushed over and the man was brought into the hospital and to a bed. The doctors did what they could to heal his injuries, as a corpse was delivered to his bedside [/b]
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"No. I will not be treated as precious cargo. All I need is the corpse." After obtaining the corpse, he looked back at the doctors whose fruitless attempts to heal him only agitated the man more, and as well to his mustached savior. "If you are squeamish, I recommend you look away." The man faced the corpse and removed his mask. Brown hair fell to his shoulders. The tearing of flesh, breaking of bone and chewing of...something was heard. He was eating the corpse...
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[b]The doctors had looked away, and the room was empty except for the man [/b]
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The man took around ten minutes to consume the corpse completely except for the bones and a very thin layer of muscle. The man turned, this time without his mask. He was notably attractive for his age, except for the blood that surrounded his mouth, he could be considered handsome. He had brown hair that was swept from his eyes and was clean shaven. His left eyes was normal and blue green, but his right was nightmarishly changed. The sclera was black and the iris was red. Red veins trailed the sclera and branched onto the surrounding skin. His hands were bloody from digging into the corpse. He looked at the man and nodded. "Thank you."
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[b]Kross re-entered the room, nodding slightly [/b] "You are welcome I suppose."
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"My wounds should now heal completely over night at most. I apologize for the mess."
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"We will have someone clean it up, as long as you heal well."
