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Edited by Will:
1/8/2016 1:46:48 AM
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[i]She walks out, and At that moment they see a figure in slim black armor walk by, wearing a ronin mask with three katanas at his side, and a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords on his chest. One katana is a brilliant white and gold, the second is an all black, and the third is a seemingly normal olive green with a dragon head hilt. He walks with an air of power and confidence, yet grace. Like every movement maximizes efficiency. If Death could be elegant, this man is the living incarnate. Red sees him and stops dead in her tracks, Nobody bumping into the back of her.[/i]
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Wondering if it's someone I may know. I'm allowed to worry, aren't I?
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"It's my girlfriend you dolt."
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[b]He blushes[/b] I, um, sorry [b]He looks away, a panel on the wall suddenly seeming very interesting[/b]
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[i]Red speaks up, even looking slightly crestfallen.[/i] "New York, 1899, Valentine, that was you wasn't it? Along with Florida, the cruiser, 1960, that was smuggling drugs out of Cuba, you too?" [i] Ronin practically smiles under his mask.[/i] "Check, and check. Seems like I have a secret admirer." [i] Those statements didn't make much sense to Nobody, considering 1899 was over 110 years ago.[/i]
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How old are you guys...
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[i] Red looks at him.[/i] "I'm 19. Him, I have no idea." [i] Ronin chuckles under the mask.[/i] "I've studied his actions and kills, along with hostage rescues, recon, even his swords." [i] Ronin stops chuckling and straightens up, looking at her.[/i]
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Huh. [b]He puts his weight on his left foot and scratches his head with his right[/b] [b]His eyes suddenly light up[/b] [i]She's as old as me! I actually have a chance![/i] [spoiler]To clarify, the italics mean they're his thoughts[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gotcha.[/spoiler] [i]Ronin's tone gets lower when he looks at Red.[/i] "What do you know of my blades?" Red: "Only that they're the most desired swords in the world, and you hold all three."
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Edited by Forum Therapist: 1/8/2016 9:13:32 PM[b]Nobody shuffles to one side of Ronin to try and look at the swords[/b] You mean he has [i]those[/i] swords?
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[i] Ronin looks at him.[/i] "Yes, I do."
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[b]Nobody looks at him with awe[/b] Damn, that wouldn't have been a fair fight. I would've had to resort to... Uh, how'd you get 'em?
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"Long stories." [i] Red looks at them with slight awe. Ronin glances at the red Ninjato on her back.[/i] "That's Rain, correct?" [i] Red freezes.[/i] "How do you know my swords name?" [i] Ronin chuckles.[/i] "Spoilers." [spoiler]if you get that reference your awesome[/spoiler]
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Hey, I've got time. I could go for a drink. You can't be more difficult to hold a conversation with then her. [spoiler]Unfortunately, no, I do not. I don't get many references.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]its okay haha. It's Doctor Who though.[/spoiler] "I'm not exactly talkative about my past. And don't plan to be." [i] Ronin mentally files away the fact that Nobody didn't even question about Red's sword.[/i]
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Ah. Shame. I'm sure you have plenty of stories to tell.
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"I do." [i] Ronin starts to walk away and then stops.[/i] "Tell ya what, if you tell me what's in that bag of yours, I'll have a drink with you."
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[b]Nobody throws his head back and laughs[/b] Plenty of things. All medicinal. If you mean what I was reaching for, well, that's my ace in the hole. [b]He winks at you[/b]
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"I could just take it from you, but that's no fun." [i] He begins to walk towards the bar and looks back at the two.[/i] "Coming then?" [i]Red shakes her head from the thought that she was having a drink with Ronin, the man shed envied and studied for years.[/i] "Yeah."
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[b]He laughs again[/b] I think we'll get along just fine [b]He walks towards him and pats Red on the back, startling her out of her thoughts[/b]
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[i] They get to the bar and take a table in the back, Ronin nodding at the bartender and she brings them drinks, three glasses of an orange liquid.[/i] "My personal favorite, my treat. Orange juice and vodka." [i]Red sips hers besides being underage.[/i] "You gonna phase the drink through your mask or something?" [i] Secretly she was hoping he'd take the mask off.[/i]
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Never tried orange juice and vodka. Always been a whiskey man myself. But ditto to her question. [b]He takes a sip, enjoys it, and takes a long draught[/b]
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[i] He chuckles and his mask retracts to show a man in his early twenties, medium length brown hair with a single lock falling in his face. He possesses piercing, icy blue eyes that seem to stare through whatever he looks at; eyes that seem like they've seen way too much. Nobody hears Red gasp a slight bit.[/i] "As great as you'd hoped?" [i] He says with a smile, sipping his drink.[/i]
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Handsome devil. I can see why Red admires you. [b]He smirks and has another sip of his drink[/b]
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"She admires me for other reasons." [i]Red rolls her eyes, having regained her attitude, although she's still impressed.[/i]
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So how long you planning on staying here?
