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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/30/2017 2:34:58 PM
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Quincy opened the gate, dressed in his usual red hoodie and sweatpants, his feet bare. However he was wearing red handwraps. They were like gloves but they stopped at the first join of each finger. He looked at the person before him, tilting his head in curiousity.
"You knocked?" is all Quincy said before pushing his rectangular glasses back into place on his face.
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[b][i]The man stood there, his cloak like armour blowing a bit in wind as he had his helmet off. He spoke[/i][/b] "Yeah. Tryin to find somewhere to rest, seeing as I don't know where I am."
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"Well, there's an Inn inside the walls. Never been there so I can't offer any advice. There's also a bar that's been recently added. Not sure if they have rooms or not." Quincy says, shrugging.
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[b][i]The man laughs a bit.[/i][/b] "Both of those could provide a well needed service." [b][i]He says, his eye activating though Quincey couldn't notice it. He looked to see if the man was a magic user[/i][/b]
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All the eye could detect was a slowly dwindling ember of whatever magic Quincy was able to perform. Aside from that, tgere was nothing else magical about the anthro. Q chuckled a bit at the comment, knowing what he meant. "So are you gonna come in now or what?" he asked in a friendly manner, leaning against one of the open doors.
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"Yeah, give a soldier a second." [b][i]He says laughing a bit as he enters, putting his helmet under his arm. It was a bit strange that he wasn't phased by the anthro[/i][/b]
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Quincy wasn't fazed by the passiveness at all. He remained leaned against the door until the man was through the gate, closing it afterward. "So, how was the journey here?" Q randomly asked before yawning again.
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[b][i]The man laughs a bit.[/i][/b] "Well, I woke up randomly in the forest, had no clue where I was, and managed not to die so as good as it can be."
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Quincy chuckled, knowing all too well what that was like. "Well, just don't cause any trouble while you're hear. But don't blame yourself if trouble comes to you. Fate is fate." he said, winking in a friendly manner, as if jesting and being serious at the same time.
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"Hey, where I come from I've got my oaths to stop trouble, not start it. Don't worry about me." [b][i]He says, nodding his head, as he gestured to a symbol on the back of his gear, what looks like a shattered staff[/i][/b] "I have the symbol for a reason."
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Quincy looked curious, looking at the symbol for a good few seconds. "Ive seen many an insignia but never one of that appearance. What does the symbol mean, prey tell?"
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"Considering what I've heard about here I'll take it magic isn't exactly odd to you?" [b][i]He says, looking at Quincy.[/i][/b]
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Quincy raises an eyebrow, chuckling as if he thought that was funny. "Magic is a complicated subject for me." was all he said, still laughing quietly now and then.
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"Well, where I come from, people are -blam!-in dicks. Some people are mages, Witches as a broad term. Now, you make someone as powerful as a Demi-God, and give them a disposition towards evil, and you've got a problem." [b][i]He says, as he gestured to the symbol again.[/i][/b] "that's where we come in. The A.S.M.U., a task force dedicated to protecting people from criminals, specializing in dealing with Witches. We have oaths to never harm a being unless it's to protect others." [b][i]He says, clearly taking pride in his work[/i][/b]
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Quincy nodded, satisfied with the answer. "A fair response." he said, giving him a brief nod. "What did you say your name was again?" Q asked, having forgotten if he ever mentioned it.
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"Dean DeCorbin. A pleasure." [b][i]He says, extending a hand to Quincy[/i][/b]
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Quincy shakes his hand, smiling a bit. His grip was rather firm for someone his size, his hand particularly cold as well. "Quincy Frost Snowdenson, the pleasure is mine." he responded, his silver eyes flickering randomly.
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[b][i]If Quincy had looked at Dean's eyes, he might have noticed that one was a solid sphere of marble, not a really eye. His grip was firm as well, the fingerless gloves he wore felt as he shook Quincy's hand. It wasn't a death grip, but one someone showing respect would have[/i][/b] "Hey, you know if there's a bar or anything around here? God knows I could use a drink."
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Q chuckled again and ended the handshake before it got awkward. "I coulda sworn I already told ya. Anyhow, yeah, just that way." he said as he pointed. "Pretty hard to miss. Usually smells of alchohol. Fairly strong stuff, or so I've heard." he says.
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"Hey, I coulda sworn I told you my name already, but guess we both forget things. And I doubt it's as strong as the shit Roman used to cook up." [b][i]He says laughing a bit, pausing a moment before he snapped out of a memory.[/i][/b] "Anyways, thanks for letting me kn."
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Q nodded. "Anytime. It was nice meeting ya." he said, smiling again as he began walking off toward what looked like an apartment complex in the far corner of a distant courtyard of the Dojo.
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[b][i]And with that the man headed to the bar. He damn well needed a drink to make sense of all this shit.[/i][/b]
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~End~
