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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/18/2018 3:51:17 AM
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She raised a brow in suspicion as she shook his hand.
"Yeah? I'm Lyndis, but you knew that. I'm sorry, but I'm rather hesitant with political people like you. You probably understand why with how...well...corrupt and manipulative your lot can be."
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"Miss Lyn, my family has built a fortune upon these lands. In the most dire times of the people, my father and mother stood forward in the Darimon name and helped rebuild lost homes. They reconnected families, they saved lives. I never wished to be here, now. But it is my duty to serve the people as my parents once did. I can assure you, if there has ever existed a man who would not betray you, it is I. I keep my word. All you need do is ask the people!" He gestured around, the crowd breaking into a wild applause.
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"Mhmm. Well, that sounds good, but I'm an action kind of person. Words mean little unless you show me some actions that prove them. I don't dislike you, Malcom, but I do worry about people like you."
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"All I require is a chance to prove my capabilities. For example, there has been a bandit group in the woods as of late. They've taken to terrorizing some of the civilians in the dojo. If you grant me the manpower of say... Seven of your agents. I could wipe these bandits out. Make the woods safer. "
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"Pff. You underestimate my agents. Sure, I'll give you seven. Considering they've been through literal hell and back multiple times with the sh*t we've fought they'll easily take care of some bandits."
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"And... Why don't you accompany us Miss Lyn? Perhaps seeing my leadership in action might convince you of my intentions?"
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"That's overkill. Wait, you're going to be leading it? I thought a government man like you would stay back...huh. Yeah, I'll come along." Lyn shrugged.
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"I will lead it as a Commander. A Commander fights by the side of their men, do they not?" Malcolm concluded, giving a sly smile. "Will that be enough to perhaps convince you of my intentions? I only wish the best for Dojoville... For Tatakai. And for the Infinity Corp."
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"One mission won't convince me of sh*t, but it'll be a start. I'm glad you at least fight by your men's sides like I do. Nothing I dislike more than the people that command without stepping foot on the field."
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"Yes... I've never understood that myself either. They call themselves a Commander, and yet are too afraid to charge into battle alongside their men. It's a shame." Malcolm shook his head in disapproval, but quickly turned it into a nod. "And yes. I understand that one mission perhaps may not be enough to convince you of anything..."
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She chuckled and smiled at him in a friendly manner. "Good. No worries, I'm not usually so...tough. It's just that this wyvern was a real b*tch. The damn thing kept f*cking healing n'sh*t every time I cut it until I eventually tired it down enough that it couldn't heal anymore."
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"I wasn't aware Wyverns could heal.." Malcolm mumbled, staring at the dead corpse as the crowd started to disperse around them.
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"Some can...most can't. Mal, can I call you Mal? Well ya see, creatures around here never make sense. I saw a giant rabbit that breathed fire and shot out explosive eggs from its bum the other day, okay? That's why I feel the need to hunt these damn things."
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"Believe me, Miss Lyn. Your work does not go unappreciated in the village. With your hunting of monsters, that Witcher Alric has no income to find here."
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"Witcher? I knew nothing about any Witcher. Ah well, whatever. I always figured that with the hunting of monsters my agents would be fine with fighting off anyone that attempts to take over, but maybe I should make sure they actually can. Y'know, the right equipment and stuff."
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"If you are in need of equipment, perhaps it would be beneficial to open trade with some of the other factions on world? The Trayvern forces, Rubicon, the NTR, the Alliance, The Frontier Militia..." He named off several factions. Clearly, he had many ideas for what to do with the Infinity Corp. How to bring them to that power he had mentioned earlier.
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"Ugh. I don't like those guys so much, they're so sketchy and usually out for themselves with too much of a vigilante like mind. That's why I've always been hoping this place would set up a true democracy and demand to have these factions actually get in line or bugger off. When I say democracy I mean actual democracy, not a republic like the old US of A on that planet Earth."
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"That is one of my goals in my campaign." He brought out a small pin, handing it to Lyn. [i]Malcolm for Dojoville Rep![/i] "It's one of the reasons I'm here today. Grant the people a voice, and they will speak. I obey the will of the people. And using this voice, we can truly start towards the path of a nation."
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"I don't exactly have any pockets to keep this..." She handed back with a giggle. "Thanks though, it's a neat pin. Hey, want to go and actually sit down somewhere to talk about this sometime? I'm not sure if standing here is the best..."
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"Ah of course! Where are my manners?" He gave a light smile, before suddenly brightening up. "Perhaps I can interest you in lunch tomorrow? After we take down those bandits, of course."
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"Yeah, sure. I don't see why not. You can get in contact with me through Infinity Corp. right? Well, we'll figure it out. I should probably go and dispose of the corpse."
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"Of course, of course. Please, don't let me keep you. It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Lyn. I look forward to tomorrow." He took a step to the side, motioning so that she could walk past him.
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"See ya, Mal." She picked up the tail before continuing to drag it god knows where. [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
