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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/31/2017 4:34:26 PM
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An old man entered the library, hushed. Though her music would drown out a lot, a loud tap could sometimes be heard through the smothering layer. His garb was odd, everyday clothes fasioned into what could be seen as armor, if barely that. He was old, very much so. He looked far too old to even be walking.
On his back was a folded staff, next to a long curved blade and a blunderbuss. The blade shined in the smallest of lights and gave off an air of importance. And this is what finally pierced through your reverie. For when he passed by, the staff accidentally gave her a good whack on the back of her head.
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Kali's helmet bumped the back of her head, and she winced, "Ow." The Warlock sighed as she continued to read her book.
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The man looked behind him "My apologies. I-" He was suddenly taken aback by you, your garb and the odd regalia. He circled around, poking you every now and again. "What are you?"
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[spoiler]I'm not trying to hurt your feelings with short posts. But this character is shy. In most situations.[/spoiler] She struggled to speak as her nerves shook her, "A-a War-lock, Warlock. But--" She stuttered, looking up to the man. Kali hated one-on-one conversations. "I--I bare-ly, barely, under-staaand what I am. What I am."
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"Hm. You are quite strange" He said, stopping "What is you name?"
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"Kaliana," the Warlock replied, not stuttering for once. The first four letters sounded like Caw-Lee. The last three sounded like how Ana is pronounced in Frozen. "M-most call me Kali." [spoiler]Closest Comparison of the pronunciation of her name.[/spoiler]
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"My name is Gehrman. please to meet you" He said with a smile. Then he gestured to a seat "May I?" He asked. It wasn't hard to tell why he wanted to sit down, and why there was a tapping when he walked. On his right leg, under his right knee, his leg was replaced by a wooden peg.
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She turned off the music playing through her helmet. But she refused to take it off. She nodded to the man.
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He slowly sat, with some effort. "Thank you. It has been a long time since I last rested."
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She finally reassured herself that this man was friendly, and stopped stuttering. The natural pitch of her voice was high, but it still was soft, "They would say humans need at least eight hours of sleep to make it through the day."
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"I've slept long enough." He said, sighing "If I had a choice, I would sleep no more."
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"I'm not sure whether or not it applies to me," she told him.
