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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/29/2017 10:02:50 PM
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[i]JT wouldn't pay the soldier any more attention than was required, opting to grunt in the group's general direction before heading to the tent. He wasn't familiar with these people, and he didn't want them to mistake his hospitality and kindness for weakness. No, he let that happen too often, and so he entered Lady Freya's tent with a calm, collected, and demanding exterior. [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 10/29/2017 11:07:03 PM[i]And from there, Freya Trayven would study the newest arrival.[/i] [i]For a supposedly tested commander, there was something a little unique about Freya, yet she probably wasn't what JT had expected. When he arrived, she was reading a message - a scout report, if anything, standing upright as she read the words upon the small parchment. She was taller than your average woman, at five feet and ten inches tall. Her thinner, more athletic theme was adorned within a white and purple uniform, a gilded chestplate of steel covering her chest from head-on attacks. Curls of short red hair would fall from her head, light orange eyes looking up at JT, like little suns shining over him.[/i] "...Another arrival, from one messenger? The Dojo sends quite a lot of men my way."
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[i]"I ain't Dojo, I'm just here t'see what this summons was about." JT spoke truthfully - He didn't consider himself a Dojo affiliate, honestly, just a person who was in the Dojo when the summons came through. He answered out of curiosity and a sense of protective duty, so here he was. [/i]
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"The summons were about.. a possible war, if anything at all. Not one against the Dojo, though I've only received.. slight support from the fighting academy." [i]Freya would sigh a little, beginning to tidy up the table so that JT could have a place to sit, without books and maps obscuring his view constantly. That, and she needed to.[/i] "Sit, if you'd like to."
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[i]JT looked at the maps and other miscellaneous things very friendly, a small going popping into his eyes. If he had been facing Freya then it would be clear he was utilizing his eye-cam Aug for reconnaissance and taking pictures, though he was glad to be looking away. He took a seat on a now cleared off chair. "A war 'tween who?" [/i]
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"Previously? ...Us, the Dojo, likely it's allies, the Imperium, and the Triad." [i]Freya would not say "Triad", but instead mutter the word, sighing a little.[/i] "-Fortunately, there is a.. council meeting, you could call it, between the Dojo, the Imperium, and my forces. Though.. I don't think I caught your name, yet you have the invitation. Who are you, may I ask?"
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[i]"Marshal Jonathan Truman - JT, to most." JT hated using his official name as much as his birth name. It was either him being named after a US President or a serial number, but he needed to at least seem quasi official, so it was that or nothing. [/i]
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"I hope that you don't mind JT, then. Freya Trayven, though you.. probably already knew that." [i]Freya nodded towards JT in a surprisingly respectful manner, at least for someone who would call out the Dojo and demand the fighters within to yield their weapons to her own cause.[/i] "...Should I inform you, sir, of the.. situation at hand? It would be right to do so."
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[i]"Well I didn't come here to talk about sports," JT sarcastically replied, pulling up his Tac-Pad to get notes down on. He figured that his limbs were working for now, and the device might. [/i]
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"If you'd like, I can go on and on about the gladiator matches," [i]Freya would simply snap back, though not in an incredibly rude manner.[/i] "...Across the realities of Tatakai, including this one, my own, and others, a darkness has stretched across the continents, in the form of the Tribune. The original intention.. courtesy of my father, was to force the Dojo into submission and serve us. Though I.. changed the idea around."
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[i]"How so?" Was all JT asked for the time being. [/i]
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"I sent a messenger to the Dojo, not an army. Besides, an army up the mountain would be stupid, but.. The point was, King Armillion wished to see the Dojo kneel, willingly or not. I wished to find some sort of peace, almost, even though I have my own reasons of disliking the fighting academy. Not the members themselves, though; a few are.. different."
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[i]"Don't try to sugarcoat it: The Dojo isn't what people think. The masses see it as a haven for fighters of an upper echelon, all working together to protect the city down below. Really it's a bunch of entitled cûnts and a few decent people holed up in what is somehow the galaxy's biggest hub, with a bunch of lazy prîcks who don't even have an army at the bottom of our hill expecting us to fix their every problem." [/i]
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"I thought the Dojoville had.. ...The civilians that we've encountered were armed, some firing on a few of my men. I'd hope that the Dojo would have something of a militia, or an active force, but.. I suppose that you are a Marshall for a reason." [i]At that, Freya would bow her head respectively. For a seemingly medieval individual.. she knew what a Marshall was.[/i] "I've already been told.. that the Dojo's finest are off to deal with the Imperials. I doubt that we'd have time to wait for them to return."
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[i]"The 'Finest' consist of a bunch of -blam!-ing cosplayers and a Neo-Roman, a Mandawhórian, and a couple of cûnts who don't have the balls to charge through a ship. We're doing the best we can on that front, but I'd hardly say we have the best on there, with the exception of like three people and a space weeb chick I know." [/i]
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"...So this was a waste of time entirely. Great, we're.. fuсked." [i]Freya would murmur to herself, having to look away from JT for a few moments. She looked back, eyes a little more intense than beforehand.[/i] "What about anyone else? [i]Literally[/i] anyone else on this planet?"
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[i]"I know some guys out of the system who can swing by, and another group who's near the moon. I've been told I'm an army on my own, there was that space pirate... There's a good few people." [/i]
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"The Rogue Trader, Gilliam, who's taken the Tatakoi Plains? I suppose that he is whom you intend by a pirate.." [i]Freya would tap against the table silently, before looking back up at JT.[/i] "There is an upcoming council between the Imperium, myself, and whoever would represent the Dojo. You may partake, if you wish." [spoiler]Want to link the Nat/Bella interaction with this one in a bit? Bella needs to go to Freya anyway.[/spoiler]
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Edited by JayTea: 11/1/2017 11:16:17 PM[i]"Firstly, I ain't talking about Gilligan or whoever you said. Secondly, I'd be honoured t'attend." [/i] [spoiler]yeah[/spoiler]
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"Mm. Alright- ...Isabella." [i]Freya would mutter, as Isabella and Natalie would enter the tent.[/i] [i]Isabella[/i]: "Hey, midget. Don't mind me, getting a badge for Nat here.." [i]At that, Freya would sigh a little, though she would manage a smile towards JT.[/i] [i]Freya[/i]: "Marshal, this is Isabella, my.. older sister. Isabella, this is Marshal JT." [i]Isabella[/i]: "Mornin'."
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[i]"You fúcking asshole! Liar! Bítch! Dickhead, ugh!" Natalie shouted in a sudden fit of rage, striding forwards with her palm extended. She sent forth a Telekinetic Blast at the Marshal in a cry of rage, although his hand was much quicker and he closed the gap, grasping her wrist and raising it into the air. The tent shook as the roof and structure was hit by a shift of gravity that was intended to blow away at least two hundred pounds, but another blast wouldn't come due to JT pulling off the ring from Natalie when he let her arm go. He felt it with his skeletal fingers on the left hand as he pulled himself away from the girl, a dry chuckle lacing itself with his newfound words. "Kid calm the fûck down 'fore I use that walking stick of yours as a beating log. Who gave you the authority to call me out?" JT had a point - All he did was enter the tent and talk to Freya, and he had not crossed paths with Natalie in quite some time. She was seething with rage and anger, before making an attempt to tackle him. JT just stepped to the right, allowing Nat to come crashing down into the chair that JT was previously sitting in. Both clashed and hit the ground on their sides, and Natalie stood with a scowl to the machine of a man. "What gives me the fûcking authority? The fact you harassed my goddamned girlfriend, you piece of shi-" "The girlfriend that not only flirted with me, but also claimed she had the better draw time. We duelled with blanks using my guns, and I won. Told th' harlot to go and talk t'you about it." "So you got into a shootout with her? That makes it [b]so much[/b] better." "A duel, not a shootout you fûcking mentally impaired ferret. With blanks." Natalie rose to her feet in rage and approached the Marshal, deftly snatching the ring right out of his hand. He scowled and put the fear of God into Natalie for a moment at the sight - legendary or not, JT could scare a demon back into hell with his glare - but she soon regained composure. She slid the ring on and stood at the entry to the tent, waiting for Isabella to grab the badge. Tension filled the air like a poison, with no vents to filter the air out of the room. JT only broke the silence after a moment of staring at the other three in the room, his face unnaturally dull and stoic now. "Freya, tell me - Y'all need anything done around 'ere?"[/i]
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[i]Freya didn't waste her silence, her eyes closed as her fists rested tightly upon the base of the wooden war table.[/i] "There is plenty that you can still do here. Whatever suits your tastes, sir." [i]At that, she opened her eyes, as a shallow quietness took over her being. Only then did Isabella sigh, patting Nat on the back as she shook her head. The woman, taller than the rest in the group, brushed past Freya as she then leaned down, finding two golden pins. The badges were of roaring lion heads, their maws opened wide, their thick manes flushing back. Isabella would study the badges, smirking to herself quietly.[/i] [i]Isabella[/i]: "...Seems like a thing you do, Frey. First you píss yourself when I recruit Star, now you support t-" [i]Freya would snap, then, as JT would see a flurry of movement as Freya's hand suddenly flipped into her pocket. A second later, and a small blade whistled past Isabella's cheek, a flick of blood splashing onto the ground as the knife slammed into a drawer.[/i] [i]Isabella[/i]: "-You little bitch-" [i]Freya[/i]: "[i]Out.[/i]" [i]Isabella would stare for a few seconds, before groaning to herself, storming out with the pins tightly clutched in her hand. Freya would sigh then, as she looked over at JT once more, almost maintaining something of a sad smile.[/i] [i]Freya[/i]: "I hope that you and Natalie will be able to.. cooperate." [i]Outside, Isabella would sigh, pocketing one of the pins as she shook her head, wiping off the blood as it dripped from her cheek's wound. She leaned down, pinning the badge into Nat's shirt.[/i]
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[i]Natalie took off her cloak so that Isabella could pin the item onto her chest, but rather than discarding it, she took a small switchblade from her boot and cut off a thin strip of fabric from the bottom layer. She tossed the thing to a passing Trayven soldier thoughtlessly, before she gently started dabbing away the blood on Isabella's face. [/i] ----------------------------------------------------------- [i]"I don't think we're gonna be dealing with each other much. Nat's kinda a more team-oriented fighter and I usually operate solo." JT pulled up his Tac-Pad on his right arm just then, the black screen embedded in the top of his arm fizzing to life slowly. It wasn't quick like the machines of the Dojo, hell it even had a little bit of a retro-80's theme to the interface, with deep blues and vibrant purples in neon colours making up most of the apps. It took him a second to pull it up, but soon enough he was looking down at the defences of the Trayven Camp from overhead satellites. "Now, there's something I need to discuss with 'ya." [/i] [spoiler]What's the camp defences like? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'll describe in my reply.[/spoiler] "Gods Nat, you don't have to.." [i]Isabella's tone would hush down, before a sigh would escape her light pinkish lips, the faint smell of mint accompanying it. Isabella would close her eyes, though she allowed Natalie to dab away at the dripping blood, the liquid slightly smeared against the taller woman's pale cheek.[/i] "...Thank you, Nat. Anyway, you're.. a knightess, in a sense, now. It's supposed to be a big deal, but it's fine. The redhead in there, that was Freya, my "sister".. me and Star briefly mentioned her a few nights ago." ------------------------------- "That might be a good thing. As savage and brutal as Isabella is, in the midst of combat, she is efficient in a coordinated unit as well. Ask away, sir." [i]The actual scan would take a few more seconds to load in for JT, as if there was something interfering with the scan itself. Before long, however, the garrison would appear, the fortress revealed to the man. It was square-shaped in design, while it had taken to utilizing the Dojo's buildings and it's own walls to it's advantage. Concrete, brick, and stone made up the walls, with watchtowers zooming over each wall, archers with crossbows and longbows scouting the distance. The barrier surrounding the establishment would extend outwards, pass the trenches that had been dug in front of the walls and around the entire encampment, save for the only revealed entrance within. Twenty feet away from the wall, the barrier would come to an end.[/i]
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[i]"How does a woman like that get brought up in the aftermath of the poker game?" Natalie inquired, not remembering her being brought up at all. That night was largely a haze, all she remembered were the participants and a few back pains she would have. [/i] ----------------------- [i]"I think y'all need some FOB's near the city outskirts, to help in case of invasions." [/i]
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"Oh, Freya's just bitchy as hell. I deserved it, I've not exactly been a loving sister these past few weeks. Your dad probably enjoyed it more than she did, I know that I certainly did. Point is.. Freya pretends to be hardcore, serious, that shit." [i]Isabella smiled a little, shrugging about her little sister.[/i] "Star thought that we should invite her. Freya.. barely knows her, but it would.. really lighten her up." ---------------------------- "All we have so far are scouts and patrols. We're still trying to be rid of the few stationed Imperials, nothing much.. that is a good idea, when we can say that we've taken a full sector other than Dojoville's sector."
