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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/6/2017 3:00:20 PM
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[i]A living soul was seen, however he did not come from the dojo.
Rising from Dojoville was a male figure, neat, brown hair draped down over his forehead. He dressed rather strangely, wearing a black suit designed to look like a black arachnid; glowing red dots surrounded his extremely light armored chest plate, the rest of the suit being black. His left eye glowed an unnatural red, while his right eye was covered by his hair. The lower part of his face was then covered by a thin, long black scarf, which flowed around his body completely silently.
At the figure's side were two daggers, each about ten inches long, and sharpened to look rather deadly. On his back were two items; one, a two foot long, red scimitar, the other a small, singlehanded, black compound crossbow. The bolts for the crossbow were hidden, although he no doubt had them.
As he drew closer, something remained odd; his movements were with unnatural grace, and his footfalls were completely and utterly silent; if one were to close their eyes, they wouldn't know he was there. His presence, as well, was hidden, unnoticeable. When he finally came to a stop a few yards from the knight, the man pulled down his scarf, revealing his mouth, as well as parts of his tanned skin. He smiled politely at the knight.[/i]
"How d'you do?" [i]He asked. His voice was smooth, not in the slightest bit awkward. However, there was something underneath the smooth, sociable voice; something empty, hollow.[/i]
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[b]The great knight turned, and the full force of the stench hit him. It was like five animals dying in a landfill, mixed with surfer and soot.[/b] [i]"I do well myself... this this the land of Takai, yes?..."[/i] [b]He spoke in a coarse whisper, voice long gone, carried aloft by an ethereal wind which made it sound like his soul was speaking.[/b]
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"Eh... last I checked, the name of the planet was Tatakai," [i]The man replied. He did not react to the stench in the slightest, but it was clear that he could smell it.[/i] "But yeah, sure. Takai." [i]Once again, even though he corrected the rotting knight, the man's undertone was empty and uncaring.[/i]
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[i]"Yes yes... Tatakai... please excuse my mistake, three millennia will damage a person's memory..."[/i] [b]As he spoke, a sound filled the air. A gentle whispering, hundreds of them. Promises, glory, so much power, just let us taste blood, gaze into us, hundreds of them all whispering the things all men yearn for. But they all started to say the same promise. Use us, and you shall be granted true death, oh caretaker ours.[/b]
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[i]The man's left eyebrow twitched slightly, a sign showing annoyance at the voices, the whispers. However he made no other move nor noise that said that he was affected by them, or that he even noticed them. The man looked around the knight, at the dojo's entrance, then back at the knight.[/i] "You're seeking entrance as well?"
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[i]"No... I seek a vile, cursed object within these mountains."[/i] [b]The whispers quieted after a bit, obviously growing tired of being ignored.[/b] [i]"But what do you mean, gain entrance?..."[/i]
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"Eh. Somethin' about this place training fighters, and whatnot," [i]The man responded, and did not respond to the statement about a vile. He only continued to ignore the whispers, because unless they asked to buy a hot dog, they were irrelevant.[/i]
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[i]"I see... do they happen to have an... Urn? Of sorts, containing ashes?"[/i] [b]He shifted uneasily.[/b]
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"Dunno," [i]The man responded, looking over the knight's shoulder, towards the gate.[/i] "We can find out, if you want to bust the gate down."
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[i]"Why don't we knock first? It's rather rude to just go destroying gates."[/i] [b]The knight pulls out a silver knife, ornately polished to a mirror, with a handle of ivory wrapped in gold and silver wire. It's connected to a fine golden chain, and is almost too beautiful to belong to this knight.[/b] [i]"But if nobody answers, we'll break in."[/i]
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[i]The man looked at the knife, and wether or not it impressed him was hidden; instead, he nodded, and drew the scimitar out from its sheathed position on his back, grasping the handle with both hands as he waited, letting the knight to do the honor of knocking.[/i]
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[i]"Now then, who's home?"[/i] [b]The knight turned and Pounded on the door for a moment before stopping.[/b]
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[i]The man simply waited, as the writer does not have any characters that had made it as far as entering the dojo. The man began to twirl his scimitar around his right arm, waiting.[/i]
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[b]The great gate swung open silently, as the clink-Clak of claws is heard scurrying away, before not a moment later, a black and red van, without wheels and floating, shot off into orbit. Something was faintly heard yelling[/b] [i]"IT'S YOUR FUNERAL BUDDY. LEAVE AS SOON AS POSSible....."[/i]
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"Uh... what?" [i]The man looked at the gate, strange rocket, then listened to the voice, and came to the conclusion that the dojo wasn't a normal place. He shrugged, looking over at the knight.[/i] "You first."
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[i]"That was the plan."[/i] [b]He strode in, confidently almost stumbling.[/b]
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[i]The man followed, suppressing a laugh. He pulled his scarf back up over his mouth, looking around the dojo.[/i]
