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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/27/2017 1:47:29 AM
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"Tell that to the last guy that came around." Cylus sighed.
Q seemed to be gazing at her cart. Very closely gazing.
[quote]*My scans don't show any explosives, just a bunch of clocks.*[/quote]
"Very well. So Merchant, do you have a name?"
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"Chrona Arcenwald, at your service."
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"Chrona... Like Chronos?" An eye on Cylus' helmet raised.
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"Yes. My mother had an education but no creativity."
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[quote]*HA* Q exclaimed rather suddenly. It was an abrupt laugh, ending as soon as it started.[/quote] Ignoring that, Cylus extended a hand. "Well, Chrona, my name's Cylus. This here is my partner Q."
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She shook it. "Pleasure to meet you
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"Likewise." he nodded. "Come. Shall I show you around?"
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"I'd very much appreciate it."
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Cylus nodded and swiveled around on his heels, turning back to the dojo. Walking along, followed by Q, he gestured for Chrona to follow. "Keep up now, don't want you getting lost."
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She kept up easily, one step a second.
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Edited by BondyMilk: 8/27/2017 3:25:30 PM[spoiler]Cylus is strolling, so she must be taking tiny steps lol[/spoiler] They entered the dojo and came through the area in which Cylus and Q had just been training. The crowd had dispersed, but some lingered to see if anything would come next. Q trotted about and picked up and stray arrows and knives, before rejoining Cylus and Chrona. "This is one of the main courtyards." Cylus calls out. "As you can see, it's pretty big. People usually fight or train in these courtyards, so it's usually got something going on. Sometimes when I've got some things to do, my crew sends a dropship to pick me up here."
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"I see." Her speech patterns are a bit odd too, perfectly timed to the heat of her clock
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[spoiler]apologies for my recent disappearance[/spoiler] Cylus glanced back to Chrona over his shoulder. "I take it you are not simply a merchant. Something about you says otherwise. Do you, perhaps, fight?" he asked.
