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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/30/2017 3:21:26 AM
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"No offense taken... really, I feel rather awkward in combat," [i]Vance admitted. He spoke truthfully; even with his well-balanced physique and raw power, he still felt awkward–as though he hadn't quite found a style of combat that fit him.
No Contractees appeared as they made their way down the rocky pathway–although, everything was eerily silent besides their footsteps and conversation. No birds, wildlife, and the usual hum of activity that came from Dojoville was all but gone.
They eventually arrive in the now bloodstained streets of Dojoville. Doors were shut, shops and homes with their windows smashed in; it wasn't utter destruction, but would take a while to clean up. Luckily, they could still shop for apartments.[/i]
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[i]As Victoria held onto the still teenager within her arms, a slight look of disturbance crossed her face, memories of ancient battles entering her mind. She sighed, looking back at Vance.[/i] "...This honestly has begun to remind me of the Daemon forces of Chaos and the Orks once they finish raiding and slaughtering...on a smaller scale, of course. ...Let me apologize, for my behavior earlier. I was suspicious of you, even hateful - the Sisters of Battle are educated and taught to destroy what we consider "heresy" - things that we consider impure, evil, or wrong. Is it right? ...That depends on your views."
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"You've got me confused there," [i]Vance commented in response to Victoria's first statement. To the second, he shrugged.[/i] "That's alright; I'm used to it, by now." [i]The tone in his voice was slightly bitter, not towards Victoria, of course, but towards a much larger group of people. In truth, he cared not about how one spoke towards him–because actions speak louder.[/i] "Anyways... that building seems to he open," [i]He pointed a rather small yet well-kept apartment building, strangely intact with a glowing vacancy sign on its front door.[/i]
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"...You think that they'll accept a beaten/down man with a great sword, an armed soldier and an unconscious child?" [i]Victoria joked calmly, smirking to herself.[/i] "Then again, they would perhaps be suited to seeing such an odd group. Shall we keep moving?" [i]Victoria soon yawned, stretching in place while still holding Ike in her arms. She was getting tired.[/i]
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[i]Vance smiled at Victoria, before looking back at the apartment.[/i] "Long as we've got money," [i]He said, before making his way into the apartment building. The room entered was, of course, the lobby; it looked very similar to a hotel lobby, with a front desk and many couches to rest in. It was strangely clean and orderly, considering the recent ordeal–but then again, response to danger was a requirement in a town so close to a complex housing so many warriors. Vance walked up to the front desk–and it was really more similar to getting a hotel room than getting an apartment room, although it took admittedly a much longer time with a lot more paper filling out. Finally, after an hour, everything was sorted out and Vance had two keys to a cheap apartment room with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. He walked back to Victoria, tired out but satisfied, holding one key out to the Sister of Battle.[/i]
