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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/7/2017 4:49:47 AM
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[b]Łowca walked up to the gates of the dojo. His rifle slung on his back. He looked around, no one in sight, he seemed quiet. He stood before the gate motionless, lost in his train of thought. But, he took one last glance at the road behind him, then, without saying a word, knocked in the gates of the dojo.[/b]
[spoiler]Open. New character.[/spoiler]
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[b]The door opened and a nicely dressed, somewhat aged man opened the door. He wore a black suit and two other nicely dressed men stood at each side of him. [/b] "Welcome to the dojo, friend. Tell me, what is your name?"
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"The name's Łowca, and you are?"
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[b]Instead of the gates opening, Four men in Militia armour uncloaked behind the man, weapons raised [/b] "State your name and rank for the record."
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[b]Łowca turns around to face them.[/b] "How about you guys put the weapons down first. If you want my name, just ask."
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[b]One of them took a step forward. Wait no... It couldn't be. Could it? Pilot Jack Cooper He motioned and the others lowered their weapons [/b] "Alright. Who are you?"
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"Name's Łowca. Part of the Angel City Elites. Now, was that so tough to do?"
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"Jack Cooper. Not part of any group. Sorry about the guns. Precautions."
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"That's fine, just didn't expect that to be the way I'd be greeted."
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"Again, apologies." [b]The gates of the dojo creaked open as Cooper entered, the others scattering into the forest [/b] "Welcome to the Dojo."
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"Place looks better than I expected. A friend told me about this place. I thought I could use a quick break from all that fighting." [b]Łowca pulled out a torn notebook, he started to write down a few things. [/b]
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"And what did you expect this place to look like exactly?"
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"Well, my friend gave me a description of the place. He told me to look for 'A trailer park from Alabama in the Middle East full of dumbasses who need to burn in hell.' I know it was a joke but he only gives that description for crappy places. But the dojo looks great."
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[b]The two stopped in front of the cherry blossom tree, names upon names etched into his trunk [/b] [i]Baxter, Reynfrey, Rook, Maso, Karishad....[/i] "What was your friend's name? '
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"Rook. Why do you ask?"
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[b]Jack suddenly fell silent, staring at the tree [/b]
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"Let me take a guess. He was shot because his psycological problems caused him to finally brake. His computer AI told whoever that Rook should be killed. I've known Rook and the problems he had for a long time. Everyday he would tell me his plan. I got his messege when his AI, Ion, sent out an S.O.S. I thought I still had time to help."
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"I'm sorry to say. It's too late. He's been gone a few days."
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"His helmet still around?"
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"Yeah actually, I Think it's with his armour. We put it on a stand to in the Hall Of The Valiant."
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"Is there anyway I can take that helmet from that place wothiut pissing anyone off?"
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"Maybe. But if you're looking to speak with Ion, the A.I. was upgraded into the Dojo's systems."
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"All I'd like to do is copy some of the data from Rook's helmet. If possible, I'd like to talk with Ion. It won't take that long, just want to see how he is holding up."
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"We can speak with him first. It'll be simpler." [b]Cooper led Lykrow(Learning how to spell his name) through the dojo, headed towards the headquarters [/b]
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"Sounds like a plan." [b]Łowca followed. He quickly fell silent and started writing more stuff down in his notebook. [/b]
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"What are you writing down exactly? Must be important."
