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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/13/2017 2:32:30 AM
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[b]Sanctuary
Trayven Camp Barracks
Sometime After Dark [/b]
[i]"And... Perfect. Well, not bad."
Nat adjusted the last book in the back half of a barracks tent - One that was only half-occupied by Trayven forces, due to others being straight up kicked out by Natalie. She snickered internally when she looked at the blanket wall that had hanged from the cieling, a row of thick black blankets was all that had remained to divide her little section of privacy from the rest of the camp. It was a small pleasure to her, a way to show that while she was affiliated to the army, she stood at a position higher than just the average footman. Or rather, she acted like it, anyways.
The inside of her own personal tent was fairly quaint and small, but it was her own: A two-person bed, a couch, a low table in front of said couch, and a large table with some chairs was all she had in terms of furniture aside from the shelf, but it was enough for her in this second home. She had a radio on the table, which played a tune of Van Halen's "Panama" that was just muffled by the wall of cloth dividing her room from the other half of the tent. She was finally happy with the room and grabbed a book, a copy of some admittedly shitty romance novel, and took a seat on her L-shaped couch with a sense of pride. [/i]
((Open to all. If you need a way to reply, just investigate the music from the tent.))
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/15/2017 2:51:47 PM"I have to admit.." [i]The soft clanking of armor would be heard, as a looming shadow would be cast over the tent. Obsidian black armor was casted upon her being, while tangles of violet hair fell down the side of her face, her hair tied into a ponytail.[/i] "I like it." [i]Isabella said, looking through the books and the novels. It was.. truly interesting, seeing a woman take control of half a tent for a library.[/i] "I mean, it's not an armory or something.. but it is pretty badass."
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[i]"Well I did need some place to sleep, and my old place was way too quiet. Y'know, because the rest of the building was annexed by the army," Nat responded in a semi-joking tone, putting the book face down on the table in front of her. The woman's gaze shifted up to see Isabella, and a faint smile formed on her face at the sight. [/i]
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"Blame Freya. I couldn't have any part in that, I was off fuсking around with.. myself? Yeah, guess it was myself. You'd be surprised: either these lionfuсkers actually hate me, or they're scared shitless. Course, now we're both "lionfuсkers", since I'm a "legitimate" Trayven and I've got a bombshell like you at my back." [i]Isabella chuckled a little, shrugging.[/i] "...Sorry, bit carried away there. Though.. I guess it's good, seeing you getting used to this mess."
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[i]"I wouldn't say I'm getting used to it, as much as 'Exploiting' your troops. Hell, I technically should be getting court marshalled for kicking people out of their rooms." Nat had knowledge of militaristic terms, though it was odd. Why would a girl from Las Vegas know what would constitute a court marshaling? [/i]
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"...Interesting. They'll bitсh to "superiors" and then they'll get moved, I hope. Else, I can try to intervene on my own, then it's all an intimidation game." [i]Isabella nodded a little, leaning a little while she would look throughout the books.[/i] "...You wouldn't be interested in mission, would you?"
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[i]"Sure. What is it?" [/i]
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"Well, you mentioned stealth stuff, I believe, when we last had a convo? Well.. Freya wants to both hold a defense against these Tribune assholes, then attack them in our reality. Trayven reality. But she thinks that she doesn't need a scout.. we do. Think you could maneuver through Ollimand, for a bit? I can come with, and I can get you there in a bit, if you want to get started."
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[i]"It's cool, I'll go solo. Thanks though, I'll take the job." [/i]
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"Good, good. You got transport already? Hell, a horse always works. ...Seriously, horses are better than.. those metal things."
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[i]"Cars? I can just send myself over on a rock or something, thank god for Gravity magic." [/i]
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"That's seriously what they're called, cars? Fuсking hell, that's a boring name. Head in whenever you want to, though. I'm not holding you back."
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[i]"As soon as you tell me what the job is, I'll head out." [/i]
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"Just stick to moving throughout Ollimand, alright? We need info on these Tribune assholes if they're actually there. Because then there's a storm coming if they [i]are[/i] rolling in already."
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[i]"Aight." [/i]
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An Aussie walked in, his M1 Carbine slung around him, with the addition of a P08 Luger Pistol, and a wrench. He looked like he came straight from World War 1...or 2. He looked around the place, looking puzzled at Natalie. “What the fok even...” Marcus whispered to himself as he approached her.
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[i]"Alright, what are you doing in my room?" Nat inquired, looking up to the man with a curious gaze. She didn't intend to fight him - That quip was enough to tell Nat he was no threat, rather he must have been really confused. [/i]
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“Um...I might’ve taken a wrong turn; was just looking for some damn food and a place to rest. Someone told me how to get to a restaurant nearby. Then, next thing you know, some random guy with a knife tried to stab me...that was certantly fun, then I proceeded to run to that place...and here I am, mate. I think.” Was Marcus’s response. “Isn’t this the Dojo?”
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[i]"No, this is the Trayven camp. The Dojo is up the big hill by the middle of town." [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 11/14/2017 2:46:09 AM“Oh...well I’m lazy and tired mate.” He tells Nat, sitting on one of the big chairs in the room. “What are you, some type of medieval type person?” He asked her.
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[i]"Nah -blam!- that. I'm in the group for it, but my radio kinda tells people I'm not a sword and board knight and all." [/i]
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“Ah...was thinking that considering I saw those people ‘round me.” He replied to her, dropping one of his clips on the floor and checked his carbine. “Yeah...you have any food?” He asked, the sound of a roaring stomach being heard right after.
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[i]"Yeah, at the local grocery store. You walk into my house uninvited and ask for food, are you handícapped or something?" [/i]
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“No. Don’t exactly think this counts as money around here, right?” Marcus asked, shuffling through his messy bag of spare clips, and loose bullets, eventually pulling up a crumbled piece of paper. [url=https://murcutt.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/image.png]A twenty[/url] seemingly came out of his pocket, as he gave it to Natalie.
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[i]Nat took and pocketed the money, before she grabbed a box of crackers and passed it to him. [/i]
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He took it, eating a few at a time with his hands. “So...who the f*** are the Travyens? Never heard of them for my what, 80 something days I’ve been sent here?” He asked, chowing down on his craxkers, a smile on his face. “God damn; better than those damn military rations!”
