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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/11/2017 1:25:05 AM
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"I see, y'all blew all that fuсking money on this fancy shmancy ice castle instead of something more practical!? I had to ride in a shitty Volvo instead of a 4x4 WHICH IS SUITED FOR THIS!"
[i]The ashen haired man said getting out of the car and slamming the door. He was clearly not in a good mood. His hair was tied back into a ponytail, with stark blue eyes. The man known as Sam sported a van dyke and was smoking a cigar.
His clothing style consisted of a thick, crimson red peacoat with a fur collar which hid the armor he had on save for the gauntlets and leggings, which were matte black. Finally he was armed with three weapons, An HF Blade was on his hip thanks to a magnetic sheathe, then hidden under the peacoat and in a holster was a pistol of an Archaic design. Finally there was a rifle of a sleek design slung on his back with a drum barrel, this was Sam's Rail Rifle.
The Merc pushed open the doors to enter the extravagant and clearly compensating for something castle.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/11/2017 2:40:23 PMHe walked into a massive throne room. The ceiling stretched up high, probably eight of the eleven stories. The throne room itself was narrow, and seemed to have other rooms branching on the walls leading up to the throne and the end. The throne was stationed three quarters down the hallway. The place looked ancient, to say the least. And in poor condition. The doors were frozen and rotted and the walls were coated in ice. The walls seemed to block out some of the cold but the place was still well below zero degrees. Icicles grew off the ceiling and reflected sunlight from a few holes which made their way through the ceiling. At the throne, A tall pale skinned and white haired man sat on of the arms of the chair. He was sharpening his blade and sparks flew off its unique cross blade design, which shaped like an infinity. He looked up from what he was doing, and hopped up immediately with eagerness. He rested the blade on the chair and raised his arms in welcome. It was non other then the world famous "Fierce Deity," as everyone knew him. He approached him with welcome. "Welcome here...YOU...?" Deity talked with enthusiasm and confusion, since he had no idea who just walked through his front door.
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[i]However, the Deity seemed to have his head up in his ass about his fame, as Sam had no clue who the hell he was.[/i] "Uh...hey. Are you...Alex Cold-- fuсking hell this is boring. Why was I given an email, brought to a stupid ice castle which by the way is totally tacky, I mean Dragons? Couldn't afford something more tasteful? That's right, because you blew a shitload of money on a FUСKING ICE CASTLE INSTEAD OF A PRACTICAL BASE AND I HAD TO RIDE IN A VOLVO FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! A VOLVO!" [i]He said, breathing heavily before raising his palms up and slowing his breathing.[/i] "[i]Calm down Samuel...remember what that anger management class taught you.. [/i]" [i]Sam let out a sigh, before continuing.[/i] "My name is Samuel Weiss. I was told I could be hired and paid for my services? I apologize for my outburst, I had received news earlier that a close person died.'
