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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/20/2017 2:51:16 AM
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[i]Jason was literally on the verge of replying to the strange man when he passed out again, only to "wake up" in a new room. Going by the singular window and lone briefcase, he assumed the job he accepted to be an assassination of... someone, though that was a guess. A wild guess in a wild dream, eight eyebrow rising up in curiosity and confusion both as he did nothing more than stare for a little.
Slowly, he started walking towards the briefcase, dress shoes lightly tapping on the wooden flooring, echoing throughout the empty room. He paused when he stood before the briefcase, carefully laying it down on its side and on top of the windowsill-thing it was on, flicking open the little locks after. He lifted the lid, peering inside with curiosity shining in his eyes..[/i]
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[b]Inside, however, was not a gun. It was a handheld telescope, looking very old. It was brown on the body of it, with a gold trim around the edges. It was oddly light, and looked polished. It appeared to be wooden, or maybe even some sort of rough metal. Perhaps his goal was less violent than he originally thought.[/b]
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/21/2017 6:22:13 PM[i]Jason sighed quietly, gently picking the telescope up and out of its case, making sure to handle its seemingly old frame with care, lest he accidentally break it. He blinked his two silver eyes in mild confusion, taking a glance out the window before he lifted the telescope up to his eyes, peering through it and out the window without another thought. He wondered what he'd see, and what the job he took was supposed to be.[/i]
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[b]Yet again, everything began to fade away, and he began to slip into unconsciousness. Slowly, all his thoughts turned to a single word, and that word only. Patience. He then woke up in a dark, quiet room. He was standing, and was wearing only a pair of thin pajamas. He felt someone standing to either side of him, like they were in a line. Someone spoke down the line, and a whip being cracked was heard.[/b]
