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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/5/2017 2:24:05 AM
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“I was curious as to what was going on here?” Cain would ask. “I’m aware this is a military encampment of the sort, but I am unaware of what it stands for.”
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"We're called Nokomis, in the most basic sense we're a PMC." [b][i]She said.[/i][/b] "No, we aren't just mercs who're gonna work for any criminal who throws us a credit or two. We work legal, we work effective, and we make sure the bad guys are scared of us." [b][i]She said laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Nokomis is the wrath of the life giver. And what one giveth with one hand, they taketh with the other."
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“....life giver?” The ashen haired man would ask, scratching the top of his head. “Who’s that, exactly?”
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"Eh, it's a whole myth that the company was kind/ built on with the golem. They were originally made by people on earth in a place called Africa, they created these creatures to help them fight off invaders. They said they were given life by their equivalent of Mother Nature, or as they called her, Nokomis. Now we use the name and the golem to give the impression we're an unstoppable force of nature."
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“A good slogan AND intimidation tactic.” Cain would compliment. “So, you are all here on a mission then?”
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"We were hired to deal with those assholes, though generally after one job on a planet more spring up so we tend to stick around for a bit." [b][i]She would say. It was the truth, she had seen many planets before: frozen solid ones to those that burned with the heat of a thousand suns[/i][/b] "Its nice in a way, Get to travel and see many different worlds. Same respect though, sucks cause you can greatly anchor in somewhere."
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“...Right.” Cain would response, almost with an unsure tone in his voice. “Well, it seems like you won’t be needing any help. That said I’m willing to assist if need be.”
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"We've usually got any jobs covered, but hey, we're always looking to hire if that's what you mean. If you can fight and are willing to go through the work to become a fighter, and obviously physically can, we welcome you with open arms."
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Cain would look around the camp one more time, as he he was sizing it up. “Yes, I’ll manage.” He answered. “Tell me where you’ll need me.”
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"You aren't just hired on the spot pal. Besides, I'm not the boss. Then again, I'm pretty sure Plate's around here somewhere..." [b][i]She said, looking around for someone, though it seeming to see him[/i][/b]
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“Plate? That’s an...interesting name.” Cain would comment as he looked around as well, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.
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"Nickname a good few of us have for him. Long story short, someone tried to kill him, threw him out of a building and nearly killed him, and they had to put a shit load of metal plates in his head to hold his skull together."
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“I...how would they fit plates in his head?” Cain asked, confused. “Were they small plates? Like...appetizer dishes?”
