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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/11/2018 10:57:35 PM
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[spoiler][i]this is open, but is meant for the faction representatives. But anybody could join [/i][/spoiler]
[i]it was a dark and Rainy night. Raveon was standing outside, his trench coat was soaked. He had a rain jacket but it was covering up his patrol beckon, so it didn’t get wet. He needed that beckon. His entire career as a privet investigator was failing. He had no money and no clients. soon he wouldn’t even be able to pay his rent. So he spent the rest of his money on a brand new beckon, programming it to broadcast to anyone who needed help, he was hoping for a rich faction agent to hire him. Now came for the worst part, waiting in the cold rain for anyone to respond [/i]
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Luckily, his karma said yes. And he was greeted by several loud thanks, a low dull metal sound coming closer behind him. When he turned around, he came face face with someone towering over him in a gun metal gray armored suit. Although the armor made the figure slightly taller, whoever it was topped out at roughly 7"6. Then he noticed the walk, feminine, a woman. A giant woman. The helmet shone with a soft blue color where the visor was, light reflecting off of it from a nearby source. Although she walked right by him, an icon on the right shoulder. A bear inside a circle, mouth outstretched in a roar. The words "RUBICON" engraved in the circle.
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“Uhhh.....hello” the elf investigator says to the giant woman
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The woman didn't shift much, a slight movement in her helmet. "Yes?" She spoke in a more firm, harsh tone. Most likely either busy, or either her usual tone.
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“Are Young here to respond to my beacon?” He asked
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"Your the cause of it?" She stopped then, turning on heel to face the stranger.
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“Yes, why else would someone be standing out in the pouring rain. Well I actually like rain, it really sets the mood. Rain and night and jazz and a good detective story, perfect. Well anyways I caused the beckon.” The elf explains
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"There's other reasons people would be out in the rain as well, other than for a beacon." The soldier stayed still, rain plunking off the armor and is undersuit.
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“Well I created the beacon, and your are here for the beacon. So what problem have you that privet investigator Raveon can solve” he asks
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"I don't have any problems. I have scouts and people or i can solve the problems myself. Are you looking for work?"
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“I am looking for work” he says
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"Then I can offer. But this is no normal job, you would be a soldier, or an informant."
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“Although I’m not a soldier working for some army, I can fight. Also I exceed at stealth and espionage.”he says
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"Informant or scout then. If you agree, you'll be indoctrinated into my armies and serve a greater good as a neutral faction in everything."
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“Uhhhh......ok, I’m just here for the money m. I really need to pay my rent.” He says
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"If you sign on you go where assigned, and you get on average a well stocked tent. Information is valued where I come from, so you'll live above average from the rest. Assignments and tasks will be given frequently, scouting operations and the like."
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[i]”wait...wait what?. Sign in. I’m not going to join a army because some extremely tall lady tells me they have good intentions. Besides soldiers give me the chills. Yes I would do some missions for you, but I’m not a soldier” he says [/i]
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The woman shrugged. "I didn't say you would be one, I didn't say it was good intentions all the time. But you an offer for a job. Beggars can't be choosers."
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[i]”how about this, you give me a job. I do that job and be late once it’s complete. After that I don’t need a spot in your army and I don’t need your tents and all the add ons I’d get for joining. And if you need my specialty’s again, you seek me out. Deal?” He says [/i]
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"Your in no position to haggle or try and make a deal. I'm no common soldier or mercenary. You wanted a job, I offered, and you refused. So, good luck" She put two fingers to her helmet and gave a sort of salute, then turned to leave.
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Then, someone approached, carrying an umbrella. The young woman was blonde and wore the Wings of Sacred Dawn robes.
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[i]” nice wings you got there. May I ask who are you” the investigator says[/i]
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"Phoebe," she spoke.
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[i]”and what does mrs. Phoebes want with Raveon? I could use a really good case right now.” [/i]
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"I'm trying to find someone baned Sarah Grey. Not the one that's from this timeline. But the one from my timeline."
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There was the faint sound of wind as a breaze of a purple mist flowed into the form of a humanoid, utterly vantablack, with two glowing magenta eyes. "Are you the investigator?" It spoke with a uncanny voice, sounding like a thousand whispers speaking in unison.
