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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/22/2017 4:20:40 PM
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"I was pretty young before the whole sword thing...maybe 19? I've slowly mentally aged over the decades. Maybe early twenties."
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"Were you hot?" Garin looked at the pommel and wiggled his eyebrows.
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The sword sighed. "So I've been told."
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"Hey, that's pretty good." He patted the pommel lightly with his hand as the two arrived at his home. "Welcome to my home, Sword."
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"....Why do I have a bad feeling about going in there?" The sword seemed skeptical about entering.
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He shrugs and heads inside to set the sword down on a chair. There were several paintings hung up on his walls, as well as several wine cabinets and wheels of fancy cheese.
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"Well, nothing bad so far. I was expecting something horrible like you trying to destroy me."
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"...Now how did you get into that sword, lady? After all, swords don't normally talk, do they?" Garin's voice said humor, but his face spoke with seriousness and something that could only be described as rage. "I highly suggest that you tell me."
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"I did this to escape from getting killed....Why? You seem a lil demanding with the whole 'I highly suggest that you tell me' thing. I don't have to tell you anything. You're not my owner."
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"I'm just -blam!-ing with you, Sword. Though I do want to know."
