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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/9/2017 3:46:23 AM
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He turned to Ainsley and chuckled, nodding.
"Yeah, well. That's what I came for! I bet that's what most come for. Dunno why a pacifist would come here."
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“Pacifism?” Ainsley snorted. “More like cowardice.” [i]Is this the fabled one? The normal human being?[/i] He thought to himself. Ever since arriving, he’d met one homicidal asylum escapee (or similar to an asylum escapee), a tentacle monster, a freaking 8’9” giant of a person, and a bunch of medieval army fun police. “In my opinion, at least.”
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"Yeah, I can agree to that. They need to pick up their game, guys like me won't always be there protecting them while they hug each other and write strongly written letters." Glen stuck out a hand. "Glen Rider."
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Ainsley shook it. “Ainsley Riker, it’s a pleasure. And huh, our last names are... rather similar, aren’t they?”
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"Yeah, but we obviously come from different families. I'd never be caught wearing such poor clothing, man. Maybe I'll donate something to your charity sometime." He was obviously joking. "I kid. I'm not that much of an *sshole."
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“Who the hell’d wear fancy clothes in a place like this?” He gestured to the more-than-just-dilapidated state of Dojoville. “Or to a fight, for that matter.”
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"Eh. Not to a fight, but I'd still try and look good when just walking around. Gotta keep up the appearance, y'know?" He shrugged. "Maybe that's just me."
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Edited by Crrowly: 11/9/2017 4:13:03 AM“In a place like this? Gotta blend in, dude. Might get mugged otherwise.” Then he thought of something. “Not a bad idea, actually....”
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"Mugged? Yeah, okay. The poor here have no power. The powerful ones are the rich people. At least, from what I've seen."
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“Power ain’t gonna stop a dude from beatin’ the shit outta ya. Gotta be on edge.” Indeed, the constant flicker of electricity around Ainsley’s body showed that he was, in fact, on edge.
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"Power will make it so he can't lay a hand on me because I'll have him tazed in an instant." He replied. "Now...sparkles, what's with the shocking stuff?"
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“I got involved in a freak accident a few months back,” Ainsley replied. “Power plant exploded. Some supernatural shit went down and here I am....” It was easy to assume that some bad shit happened when the power plant exploded, as well.
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"Mhmm. Weird. Might be able to help you with harnessing that power and making it stronger sometime, if you want. Possibly create some cool things to help you. Do you think a blue and black theme would work? Maybe blue and white? Nah, you said you don't want to be showy..." He began to mumble.
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Ainsley grinned. “Electric blue and black sounds fine. I look forward to whatever you have in mind.”
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"Electric blue and black? Alright. I think I can make that look cool. Yeah, I'll have something made up eventually." He chuckled. "Hopefully I get around to it."
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“Yeah, perhaps a small side project for when you’re bored. But anyways.... I’m assuming that you’re adept with technology?”
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"Yes, why? You have a problem that needs fixing? I love fixing problems, let's me show off." He smirked.
