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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/19/2017 8:27:06 PM
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Jared Grant was watching this figure, clad in his ODST armor. He knew the guy, shit....he know most of the legends himself. He wasn't afraid of the figure, he merely respected him.
"Long time no see, eh? What do you go by now?"
Jared was simply crouched over the dead body of a man, the body clutching an old pistol. It looked like he died trying to protect his now dead family, the price of war...
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"You know who I once was, Grant. But you are not who I seek." [i]He replied, his weapon aimed downwards. [/i]
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"Then who do you seek? What do you seek? If you're gonna speak in riddles, choose the right one"
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"You were part of this place before it had fallen from grace, before it had given way to war. You do not stand before me to defend this new era." [i]He said coldly.[/i]
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"That seems like a good reason. I don't defend this new place, not really. This world is not my home, I'm just passing through. Though.......there is some hope, no matter how scant, some here have shown promise."
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"And yet soon the darkness of war shall engulf what Hope remains." [i]He replied, almost sounding content.[/i]
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"I doubt it. This dojo is more than just the people, and no matter how twisted the idea becomes, it lives on." He shrugged "But, have fun. If you see one of those furry bastards, please, skin them alive."
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[i]He carried on past, saying nothing more.[/i]
