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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/6/2017 9:39:26 AM
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[i]”An Aussie’s New Thing”\[/i]
“[i]Day 87, Journal Entry One. This place is weird. I seriously don’t know what year I’m in, even now, and last time I remember, I somehow wasted half my Luger bullets on some game. Haven’t seen any damning Ottos or fellow Aussies around here. People keep telling me there’s no such thing as the Ottoman Empire, but...[/i]”
“Gah, f*** mate! Forgot what I was gonna say!” Marcus yelled to himself, sitting against one of the many trees surrounding the Dojo.
[url=https://s3.amazonaws.com/mgm-content/sites/armslist/uploads/posts/2011/01/10/84539_01_iver_johnson_m1_carbine_30_car_640.jpg]He had what looked to be some type of future American weapon[/url] nearby, alongside his Luger and his wrench. He had avoided pretty much everything that had happened within the last few months, and had mostly sat down, waiting for someone to talk to...or shoot, didn’t exactly matter.
[spoiler]Open. I’m a little bored. Fight, or talk. Whatever.[/spoiler]
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[i]a tall woman is seen walking along below as she looked up at him with her emerald green eyes as her long redhair streaked with silver just hung loose around her shoulders. Her skin was a pale blue in color and she carried a staff on her back as she addresses him.[/i] "what's with the shouting human?"she says
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The Australian looked up from his journal toward the woman. “Just forgot what I was going to say, blue-skinned lassy. Guessing you got a name?” He asked, standing up with his Luger Pistol.
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"Azalea is my name and i see that can be quite troubling "she says [i]despite looking young she was a hell of a lot older than this man which was a clear giveaway with her greying hair.[/i]
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“Ok then...um...you mind helping me out here? Don’t exactly know how to describe this place. Actually, I kinda forgot what I was going to say.” He asks her.
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"Sure although it more different from where im from though a lot less ice and snow. If could describe in one word its breathtaking''she says [i]in truth it was to her as it vastly different than frozen inhospitable lands and seas. [/i]
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“Breathtaking, Huh?” Was his reply looking between his weapons. “Where I’m from, lassy, it’s warm. Sweaty, full of kangaroos and sweat. Not to mention that the only battle I was ever in landed me a one way ticket to almost losing any form of my limbs.” He had told her, grabbing his carbine and slung it around his body.
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“Truly inspirational....” Ainsley murmured as he approached, trying to investigate the source of the sudden yelling. Ainsley was young, only about 18 years of age. He had the athletic build of a fighter, with a head of dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin. His eyes were as unnatural as eyes could get; they lacked distinctly colored pupils. His irises were entirely an electric opal color; bright blue with various other colors swirling within. The second unnatural thing about him was the faint, electric aura that emanated from him. This was both felt and seen, as blue lightning periodically flashed around his body. Upon seeing Marcus, Ainsley called out an inquiry. “You the one who randomly yelled out?”
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Marcus looked up from his journal, looking up to Ainsley. “Yeah, mate. That was probably me. Just forgot what I was gonna write, mate.”
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“Ah, that happens to me often, except not in writing. For instance, I have no recollection of what I was doing before I came out here to investigate.” Ainsley frowned slightly. What [i]was[/i] he doing? At any rate. “Is that a journal?” He asked, pointing at the book.
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“Huh...Yeah. Forgot what I was gonna say.” He told him, slowly getting up from the tree, slinging his M1 Carbine alongside his back. “Maybe you could help me? Got this today.”
