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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/7/2018 4:41:40 PM
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After a three day journey back to the Celtic isles, Zane would arrive at the Pants shop. When he walked in, the old man seemed to be almost excited.
“Ah? You’ve returned...come, come.” Ralphie said, raising the entrance to his desk so that Zane could go back into the vast library of cloth.
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[i]Zane remained still.[/i] "Wont be staying long. I've decided I'm not buying the pants."
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“Huh? Why? Didn’t you get it?” Ralphie asked, confused.
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"No. Too much evil was bred from that machine. I destroyed it, Instead deciding on getting my magic back the hard way."
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Ralphie was silent. He closed the entrance to behind his desk, keeping Zane out in the main area of the shop. “Then our business is concluded. You can leave now.” The old man told Zane angrily.
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"Oh don't worry I am. However if I find out that those other two pairs have malicious powers, I'll make sure your business is shut down." [i]With that he walked out the store.[/i]
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Zane entered the near empty street now. If was late, and the shops around the area seemed to be closing down. The tournament was over, and it seemed that Bedlam had won. A light snow began to fall from the sky, resting on the stone paved road. [spoiler]End it with your next reply. [/spoiler]
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[i]Zane shivered slightly from the cold, his body quickly adapting to keep him ward. He snapped his fingers, a tiny flame quickly forming before being snuffed out. He chuckled to himself as he headed back to his boat, and prepared for his trip back home.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 1/7/2018 7:12:59 PM[spoiler]Les fin[/spoiler]
