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1/5/2018 6:01:55 PM
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The man looked older than the cockney, well-aged into his 40s at a guess. But for an aging man, he seemed to be fit enough. Nothing compared to the countless supersoldiers and modern gladiators of the Dojo, but fit for his age at the very least. He held up his free hand to show he meant no harm. "No offence meant by it, lad. But you woke up looking all sick, and I was wondering if it was because of all that black you're wearing." He pointed to the black garb of a Yharnam hunter that the man wore. "Black attracts sunlight. Not a good thing to be wearing on a sunny day like this. Even with that hat and all, you're just heating yourself up more."
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  • "Better safe than sorry. Hunting is a nasty business, it is." He shrugged "But a good dose of blood usually does away with that ailment." The man then crossed his arms, and cleared his throat "Anyhow, what's yer name?"

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  • Edited by Chinkronomicon: 1/5/2018 6:10:30 PM
    "Hunting?" he asked aloud. The man didn't look like a hunter at all. What kind of hunter wore Victorian-era clothes like that? He cleared his inner questions for a moment. "The name's Mason Cartier. I'm new around here, just opened up a cleaning store right down the way. Y'know, since everyone's always killing and fighting each other here. It's amazing how nobody thought of the idea before I did." His eyes drifted cautiously to the hunter's blunderbuss. He didn't even know if the man in black was mentally stable, considering the Dojo's inhabitants.

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  • "Victor D'Angelo, at yer service." He gave a mock bow. "And Cleaning? I think that's not a bad idea. My waist coat n'all is pretty dirty, but it comes with the job...and its perks." After a split second wondering where the man's gaze was, he laughed "Oh this li'l beaut'? Don't you worry yourself about this, I don't think I'll need it."

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  • "How very," The first word that came to his mind was primitive. Perhaps it was enchanted, or just looked old in appearance? Or maybe it was exactly that, an oversized blunderbuss. The Dojo had no shortage of oddities that amazed him. "vintage," he settled on, nodding towards his weapon. "Well that's good. I haven't seen too much fighting since my day," he laughed. A half-truth. He could still probably put down anyone if they tried rushing him, thinking the cripple couldn't do anything. "You ought to drop by the place then. Billhook Cleaners, right down the way."

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  • "I'll keep it in mind." He said, grinning. "Though I'm afraid blood is rather hard to clean. Just be careful, and try not to get it on or in yer body. Enough of it will give ya too much of a taste for it." "Though, now that you're here, could you be a dear, and point me to the nearest inn? Somewhere cheap where I can get food, drink, a bed, and maybe a woman.....if there are any around here." He said, knowing battlefields had precious few beddable women. "Though I doubt it."

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  • Stroking his chin, he snapped his finger in realization. "I had a customer that said he ran an inn. The Good Knight Inn, I believe, somewhere around here. As for women..." He gave Victor a sideways glance. "You'd be surprised about the diversity of this place. I'm sure there's no shortage of them. After all, this is no ordinary... Dojo." Mason said the last word very strangely, as if unsure if the word even applied to the strange setting they were in. "And no need to worry about the cleaning. My methods are pretty advanced. Cleanest you'll find here in my opinion."

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  • "For both our sakes, I'd hope so. The Old Blood is nasty stuff." He said with a devilish grin

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  • [i]The Old Blood?[/i] Mason made note of the strange term, reminding himself to research it later. "I'm pretty new around here. As someone who's a local, how's life in the Dojo? Like how do you deal with the constant fights and all that?"

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  • Edited by GRUNT OVERLORD: 1/9/2018 10:14:21 PM
    "mate, I just woke up here. I'm not from here" He said

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  • He looked surprised. "My pardon then. So is this how folk end up here? Just wake up on a bench in the middle of nowhere?" he mused aloud. "No matter. I don't know how much help I can give you, friend, other than pointing you out to the nearest inn. Like I said, I'm new around here as well."

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