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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/8/2017 9:47:58 PM
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[i]The door opened, though much more noticeably to people inside, brass jingled behind he who entered. The Marshal wandered into the building, having heard of its goal beforehand. He definitely wasn't opposed to the idea of people learning to defend themselves, considering Dojoville Police was useless and people needed to get their shit together in his eyes. So he walked up to the front desk, clicking his heel off the ground to make a noise not too unlike that of a bell. [/i]
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[b][i]The last class of the weekend had finished for now, giving Eris the free time she needed. As the door opened, she looked up at the man approaching, smiling a bit when she saw JT. In truth she had some fondness for the man, for how kindly he had treated her when they had made their first encounter. Her eyes lit up a bit when he saw her.[/i][/b] "JT!" [b][i]She said happily, standing up behind the desk, which covered her lower torso, only revealing the upper half of her. Eris' face wasn't one easily mistaken with others, her snakelike gold eyes, short black hair and tan skin easy to pick out[/i][/b]
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[i]"Oh, sup. This the place that trains people?" JT inquired. First and foremost, he had to make sure he was in the right place. [/i]
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"Yep. I figured I should put my past to good use, and help make sure people don't end up with a similar past to me." [b][i]She said smiling a bit. It was clear her true intention was to help people, getting enjoyment out of it.[/i][/b]
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[i]"Cool. Kinda styles do you teach?" [/i]
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"The same style I had been taught where I'm from. We cal is [i]Shai-va[/i], but from what I can tell from research, it's similar to a mixture of Karate, Krav Maga and Muai Thai." [b][i]She said. Her combat trainer, he had been a kinder man. He treated her well when he could, one of the few people she enjoyed in her home.[/i][/b]
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[i]"I don't speak any of those languages, so I'll assume it's some ninja fist shit." [/i]
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"It emphasizes close range fighting and things like joint locks and breaks. Not something fun to be in the middle of." [b][i]She said giggling a bit.[/i][/b]
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[i]"Sounds like fun, I can get behind that." [/i]
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"The basics are a bit boring obviously, but once you start learning how to move from one technique to another, you can take down someone's Arsenal before the second punch."
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[i]"Brutally effective, yeah?" [/i]
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"Yeah. Makes sure they can't osé a threat any longer than they already have".
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[i]"Kick their ass before they can kick yours. Great idea." [/i]
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"Especially when they have strength equivalent to a Kodiak bear."
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[i]"Sounds impressive. Can I see?" [/i]
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"Sure. Cmon." [b][i]She said as she walked out over to the center of the room, revealing the rest of her apparel. She still had the sparring gear as well as she moved to the center of the room.[/i][/b]
