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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Royal Blade:
9/11/2016 3:03:24 AM
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[b][i][u]The Dight's own Dojo[/u][/i][/b]
[b]Somewhere with Dojoville sits a gate, and a wall on its sides.
There was a few small booths by the gate, each selling an assortment of items.
Some of these items were small wooden sculptures of dojo members, specifically the Dight.
There was a small group coming up, tourists most likely. They looked upon the gate with awe and rushed to the booths, buying whatever they could.
From with the gate, come three Knights. Teriar, Hamilton, and Jeremiah.
The crowd goes wild as the gates open, Hamilton and Jeremiah holding the group back as Teriar approaches a person.
He had his usual furry shoulder pads and dual wield swords on his back. [/b]
"You coming?"
[b]He pulls the person into the gates and Jeremiah as well as Hamilton follow.
The gates close and the crowd seems upset as we begin down the path.
You are that person [/b]
[spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
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[b]Magrim stretches [/b] "Very."
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BrandRobKusBramd - old
*As Mag stretches Mortar tackles him, holding his arms down and keeping his knee on Mag's gut* -
[b]Magrim [/b] "Congratulations on your win."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar raises a brow* Really? You're a skilled warrior, and I'm a demonic millennial. -
"Exactly! Congratulations. Would have lost." [b]A grin dances across his lips, showing how he knows you were gonna win either way [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Alright. But if you simply let me win I'm gonna punch you in the teeth. *Mortar slowly gets up off of you* -
"How am I gonna beat you? Ex god?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Eh... I'm much more vulnerable when fighting, you just gotta learn me -
"Practice makes perfect
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Yeah, I guess. -
"I look forward to round two."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
As do I mag. -
"Now. You can stick around. Speak to some others. Or you can go. Your choice"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
I'll stick around a little, see who's here, thanks -
[b]Magrim nods, getting to his feet and walking away [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar looks around at all the Dight. He never really met any of them, they all came when he was dead, so he starts walking around, hoping to introduce himself properly* -
Edited by Royal Blade: 9/12/2016 7:31:48 PM[b]There was a man with a blind fold, speaking to man in a Mask. The mask showed a face of curiosity, as if they were telling stories [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar, being the curious bastard he is, slowly walks up, trying to hear what they're saying -
[b]The Blindfolded man speaks [/b] "So the guy says to the girl, I'll love you five ever. And she died."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar stays silent, wondering why he said five ever* -
[b]The man in the mask speaks [/b] "What a sad story. He wouldn't love her forever. Because he was going to love her five ever." [b]The Blindfolded one nods[/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar turns and begins to walk away, looking for someone who he wouldn't interrupt their conversation* -
[b]There was a robot, meditating in the sun [/b]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*He decides to walk up to the robot* Um, hello sir -
[b]The robot motions for you to sit down across from him [/b]
