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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/30/2018 8:15:06 PM
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[b]Back to Basics
Dojoville, Sometime Around Noon[/b]
The hot sun beat down on his head, reflecting off his already light skin and turning Adrien into a living lamp from his brightness. His sunglasses managed to keep the sun out of his eyes well enough, though there was a thin crack in the top where his glasses and forehead failed to meet that sent rays into his blue eyes, causing him to squint slightly. A funny sight to any onlookers on the street, if one took humour in that sort of thing. Adrien looked down at the watch on his wrist, reading the time. About one in the afternoon, he still had some time before the bank closed for the evening. He made haste, maneuvering down the concrete sidewalk and into the glass door of the Dojoville Federal Bank.
Getting to the back of the line was quick, but waiting until it dwindled down to just a handful of people in front of him was agonizing, a painstakingly slow experience he wouldn't wish upon anybody. His hand moved into his jacket as he stood behind the last person in line, and he felt his bank card in his hands. Once the man in front moved out of the way with his cash, Adrien smiled to the banker on the other end. She looked fairly young for a banker, maybe twenty six, with flowing brown hair and an only slightly crooked smile on her dark-skinned face.
It took a few minutes to get it overwith, but Adrien had gotten the last of his money from the bank - Two hundred dollars or so, that was all he had. He shoved it in the pocket of his jeans with a sigh of annoyance. He knew his credentials weren't enough to get him into a high-paying job, especially having just moved to the city and all, but he needed to find work. When the opportunity arose, he'd look - Until then, he just kept on walking down the road, seeing the sights as he grew accustomed to his new city.
((Open. New character, gonna try to flesh him out more in RP.))
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Luckily for him, she turned, entering a coffee shop not too far down the way. It was small, family owned, and usually family owned meant good service, over mega corporations. It was some weird name, something about a Hero's Inn.
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[i]Adrien already figured it had a name like that, but even Hero Inn managed to catch him off guard with the cliche-ness of it. He made his way up to the woman, slipping beside her. He tried his best to come off as if he wasn't just following her the entire way, but he wasn't the best actor. "Fancy meeting you here." [/i]
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She grinned again glancing down to look at him as she stood in the line. She spoke then, a youthful voice, filled with equal parts joy and sarcasm. "I guess it is indeed. Couldn't stop staring, eh?"
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[i]"Yeah, sorry about that." Adrien scratched the back of his neck and looked off to the menu ahead. He was already here, so he figured he'd get something to drink while he was. "It's just that you dress so normally, and nobody else here is even close, you know?" [/i]
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"I noticed that too, people here are just weird in general, don't really like it. But I'm stationed here, no room to complain really." She shrugged. "Think I might get a sandwich."
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[i]"I'll probably just grab a coffee." Stationed? Adrien didn't figure her too much of the military type, though the rules of this place were different than the rules he went by in America. If this was how the military dressed, what was their casual wear? "So you're in the military or something? You said you were stationed, what branch?" [/i]
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She gave a quizzical look then, but realized what he meant. "Right! Yeah. I'm not in the military that is for Dojo, off world, keeping a supply and embassy in check while we work with another big shot empire." She spoke so casually about it, calm as ever at the moment.
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[i]"Oh, that sounds pretty cool. Whats your military from, is it a private sector one or a nation?" The only experience Adrien had with these was a few ones back home, so he figured it was a fifty-fifty shot of her either being in some space nation's army or a type of PMC. Either way, he barely knew they were out here, given how the police force are in the city. [/i]
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"Diplomatic nation, couple thousand lightyears away. Here on trade and alliance with the other empire." She stepped forward in line then, a few more before she would order.
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[i]Adrien stepped forwards as well, behind her in line yet beside her in person. "Whats the nation called?" [/i]
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"Formally, we hail from a small system called Asgard, ask we took that as our name. But, usually its ONSC or Rubicon. Office of Naval Space Command is what the government is."
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[i]"Asgard? Like, the Viking gods' home?" [/i]
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"Yeah, system is called that because of the size of the planets there. Home world is twice as big as this one."
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[i]"Damn. That must be big, is it a full planet?" [/i]
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"Fully colonized? No, one major continent is however, planet is big enough to support a massive population." She stepped forward again then.
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[i]"Is it habitable?" If they were a large nation, Adrien would assume they'd colonized their planet already. Seems logical, in his eyes. [/i]
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"Obviously. Along with the main moon of the planet. Nation colonized both, we have installations and stations on other planets in that system as well."
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[i]"Alright. So what's got a big nation like that poking its head out here? Isn't it a far flight?" [/i]
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"I would say how we get here, but that's confidential. We are here though because of trade and allied help." She shrugged, saying it far too casually.
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[i]"Ah, that makes sense. So, do you guys have any local recruitment stations?" Adrien wasn't a combat guy, but he definitely needed a job. If they were hiring, then he'd take the first job he could. [/i]
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"Yes and no, I can vouch for you however.
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[i]"You'd do that for a stranger?" [/i]
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She grinned. "I mean, your a better investment than the entire planet so far."
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[i]"I'd definitely agree," Adrien said, trying to sell himself a little bit. He figured he'd make himself sound like a good fighter - When in reality, he barely knew how to shoot. "So how do I go about actually joining?"[/i]
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"Got a phone? I gotta pull a few strings first."
