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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/22/2017 3:42:30 PM
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"Oracle." The woman said, her accent being mostly dominated by that of a Chinese descent.
She glanced over at Ian and Garin, nodding her head upwards as if in greeting
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"Garin Fohrik." He turned back to the open gates and grinned. "It's been a while since I've been here. A long while." He turned back to her. "How long have you been here?"
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"Zero days. Zero months. I am not a member of this so called dojo."
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He reached down to his waist, his smile shifting slightly. "Then why are you here?"
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"I enjoy greeting new comers. They receive free readings at my shop. I am a fortune teller you see."
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Garin narrowed his eyes. "A fortune teller? Really?" He sighed. "I might as well try it. Where's your shop?" [spoiler]name checks out[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lol [/spoiler] "In the village below. You will know it when you see it." Oracle said, turning to leave
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Garin nodded and turned to walk into the Dojo. He had missed this place so much. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old photograph that had been partially torn. On the photograph was a bit of writing. It said "first time at the Dojo". Garin turned over the photo and saw him and Ian standing at the gates 2 years earlier. They had come so far and done so much together. He tucked the photo back in his pocket and noticed a tear had come to his eye. He chuckled and wiped his eyes before entering the Dojo for the second time. [spoiler]Thank you.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No problem, man! [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*hugs*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*Weirded out* No need for the touchy Feely. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*hugs tighter*[/spoiler]
