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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/26/2017 9:11:07 AM
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[i]"You see, freedom has a way of destroying things."[/i]
-Scott Westerfield, [i]Extras[/i]
[b][u]Explosion Magic
0800 hours
Dojo Gates[/u][/b]
[i]It was a bright morning, the sun just over the horizon. Dew reflected the sunlight off the lush, green grasses and trees around the dojo. The clouds were arranged in the sky a ways away from each other, not obscuring large segments of the bright, blue sky. Birds sang, crickets chirped, bees and cicadas buzzed... it was a nice morning.
Slowly hiking up the trail that lead to Dojoville was a woman. She was a rather slim individual, stood at 5'6"; she was definitely skinny, yet had decent enough curves to be noticeable. Her face had a attractive, angular shape to it, and her skin tone was a tan olive color. Her eyes were electric blue, and her hair was a light silver.
For her apparel, the woman wore an old, tattered black cloak; its ends were torn up, and there were holes everywhere on the cloak. It really should've been thrown away, but the woman continued to wear it, for whatever reason. Underneath, she wore a pair of black skinny jeans, which were covered in dirt and dust, and a plain, navy blue-shirt. Her shoes were black combat boots, with flat soles. Around her jeans was a belt, used for her weapons.
She had three noticeable weapons; first off was a katana on his back, its blade around 32" in length. It was made of a meld of steel and silver; mostly made of steel, but at least 25% of it was silver. The base the blade was painted black, and the further along you travel on the blade, the more it shifted to electric blue. Finally, the tip and near the tip of the katana was entirely blue. On her belt were her two remaining weapons; first off, a handgun with an utterly massive barrel; a .50 BMG one. .50 BMG bullet cases were stored a compartment that was attached to the belt. And finally, on her other side was a knife in a round, extremely secure case; unmistakably a Jagdkommano tri-dagger.
As the woman reached the Dojo gates, she put her hands in her pockets, looking around.[/i]
"Hello?"[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
English
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"Piper," [i]The woman responded with her name, extending a hand; also cutely tilting her head to try and get a better look at the helmet underneath Mark's hood.[/i]
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The hood didn't exactly cover his helmet. She saw that the helmet had a visor.
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[i]The woman peeked through the visor, trying to see if the man had a face.[/i]
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The visor on the helmetwas made so that Mark could see out, but Piper couldn't see in.
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[i]Piper did a nearly invisible shrug, looking away.[/i] "Anyways... what exactly [i]is[/i] this place? It's quite fascinating."
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"I'm pretty sure it's called Dojoville," Mark said.
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"Wonderful. Any tourist attractions?"
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"Not that I know of," Mark said. He offered her his hand, "But maybe we can explore this place together."
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[i]The woman looked down at the hand, a very light blush appearing on her cheeks.[/i] "R-right," [i]She stuttered, taking the hand.[/i]
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His hand was gloved. His gloves were firm yet, flexible. He wore gauntlets, over long sleeves. He had a vest over some sort of coat. He had on a pair of boots that were sleek around his legs.
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[i]The woman soon established a loose grip on Mark's hand, looking around the dojo.[/i] "So... where to?"
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"I don't know..." Mark trailed off.
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"Well, then what's the point in us holding hands...?" [i]She smiled slightly at Mark, a little embarrassed.[/i]
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"I'm sorry," Mark apologized. He let go of her hand.
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"Oh, no, it's alright," [i]The woman rebutted awkwardly, while shoving her hand into the respective pocket of her jeans.[/i]
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"Listen..." his tone changed, to [i]My heart belongs to another, but she'll never love me[/i] tone, "Maybe we could... get some drinks, sometime?"
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[i]Piper smiled kindly, and apparently did not notice the change in Mark's tone at all; neither did she think of the request to have drinks together in any romantic way. Maybe she was just oblivious.[/i] "... sure! I'm free now, if you want?"
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Mark didn't think of it as romantic. He just wanted to get to know her.
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"Um... well...?" [i]She looked confused by Mark's lack of a response.[/i]
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"There's probably a bar around here, somewhere," Mark said.
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"Well, I don't exactly know my way around. I'll follow you?"
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He started walking toward the Bar of Blades. He pulled down the hood of his cloak. Mark's helmet was quite simple.
