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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by A Stormy Dio:
3/27/2017 1:30:03 PM
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[i]"Out of Nowhere...Literally."[/i]
Caw. Caw.
That was the sound of a bird, as it flies above the Dojo's Woods. It had been flying there for quite a bit, watching for predators, or prey. And it had found it, in the form of a worn down on the ground, which it proceeded to swoop down and nibble on, to the point where the poor inferior worm had died. It looked around for anymore, and proceeded to go after several more worms, until the first worm's brethren had also been swallowed. The bird stood triumphantly over the corpses of the worms, the pigeon being similiar to the bald eagle in its pose.
But we aren't here to talk about that bird, aren't we?
Because said bird proceeded to die from a gunshot nearby. That gunshot was from a 19-year old Aussie who was damn paranoid. He held a Luger PO8 pistol in his hands, which was smoking from the gunshot that had just been fired. He had on [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/9d/4f/ed/9d4fed6b6d753339d25d3b3ab261fcc1.jpg]similar to that of a WW1 Australian soldier[/url], who had started to pant.
"Where in all of the Queen's men and kings am I? France? Germany?" The Australian simply had responded to himself, beginning to hyperventilate from being in a new environment.
[spoiler] Open. The picture isn't what he looks like body-wise, but to get a sense of what he's wearing. Also, character intro. [/spoiler]
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There was a small rustle in some bushes nearby, in his line of sight so he knew what he was looking at, as a small arctic fox walked out of the bush, shaking itself off after crawling out of a dirt tunnel.
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He looked up, his hands solely shaking toward his gun. He seemed...well frightened. And if the dead bird corpse gave any sign...
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The fox looked at the bird, and then at the Australian, tilting his head as if asking why.
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He looked around his surroundings. "How much f*****g opium did the fellas give me?" The Australian yelled out to no-one in particular.
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The fox blinks at him, walking up to him in curiosity.
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He dosen't seem to notice him, looking at the sky with almost a sense of confusion...and fright.
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The arctic fox sits on his foot, nudging his leg.
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He looks down to the fox, almost freezing in place at the sight of it. "Don't move, Cambria; this is just like a stealth mission..." you could hear the Aussie whisper to himself out loud.
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The fox makes a sighing sound. curling up into a ball of fluff on his foot.
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Now he was just plain confused. "I...what?" He says, questioning why the arctic fox didn't pounce on him and earn its prey yet. Even better, he asked himself, "Why is something from the Arctic here?"
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It was a freaking arctic fox, its the size of a cat. It couldnt tackle him if it tried. It yawned as it fell asleep, wrapped around his foot.
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Considering it wasn't hostile, he decided to smile, and rest there, lowering his Luger to the ground.
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The small canine began snoozing peacefully, yawning now and then.
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He started looking at it, before deciding to take a nap, considering the arctic fox seemed to not want to harm him.
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When he awoke later, the little canine had curled up into a ball of fluff on his chest, it's head buried under its tail.
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"Come on, wolf; don't exactly have a name for you, fella...but right now, you're my only company I have." He replied, picking up the wolf to inspect it.
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As stated before, it was an arctic fox. A he by the looks of it. He made a purring sound when he was picked up, a little jingle sound coming from a loose teal collar around his neck. It didn't have an adress but it did say "Bob" on it.
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"Bob, eh? Casual name, you seem to be?" He says, before picking up his Luger, placing it on his pouch. "Now, Bob...let's see if we can find civilization..." he says, tickling his nose on the arctic fox, before placing it back down and began to walk in the general direction of the Dojo.
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Bob follows along, a little bell on the collar jingling now and then. The Australian eventually comes across a cobblestone pathway leading to a road that would lead to the Dojo.
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"So...imperial Japan improved, eh? Actually surprised at that. Although that doesn't explain you..." the Australian responded, looking back to the adorable Bob.
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Bob murred a little, his tail swaying a little as they went. Soon enough, a child's voice could be heard. "Bob? Bob, where'd you rub off to?!" the kid shouted. The voice was male, sounding rather young.
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The Australian looked around for the unknown voice. "Hello?" He asked.
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He would spot a kid who looked to be around nine or ten roaming about in the woods, a brown cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His hair was orange and his face blasted with freckles. His eyes were a dark brown and he looked to be searching for something. "Bob!? Where'd you run off to?" He shouts, not having seen the Australian yet.
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The Australian simply looked toward the dog. "Alright, Bob...time to return to your owner." He whispered to the arctic fox, before looking toward the boy.
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One of the trees lost a lower branch as a large man, over six and a half feet, stepped into the clearing. Wearing something resembling a beige 21st century police uniform (Without the ornamentation), he held up both arms as he saw the P0-8. "Hold there, soldier." He tilted his head at the uniform, then sniffs. "Where you from, kid? Australia? Fighting in the War?" He sniffs again. "Judging by the year of that Luger, I'd say. Maybe faked enlistment papers?"
