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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/31/2017 4:28:33 AM
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"A Chikage.. and oh, one of the Church's repeating pistols?"
[i]Irina was a heavy weapons enthusiast herself: although she was more satisfied and such by a blade rather than a ridiculous firearm, there was an obvious respect in her expression at the sight of two unique, familiar tools that she had once faced or fought alongside, though never with.[/i]
"...Though you will have to look at receiving more modernized gear. The inhabitants of this place are.. I'll be rather blunt: awful."
[i]At the mention of "the inhabitants of this place", likely the Dojo and those that resided within it's stone walls, Irina seemed to have a swelling disdain, steadily growing for this Dojo. A disrespect, or just a general dislike, for it's methods.[/i]
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Edited by Xeno: 12/31/2017 6:03:59 PM“Modernize? Oh, dear...” Ashley worried audibly and allowed his cloak to overlap his sides once more. He mused for a long while on how these Dojoians could be ‘awful’. He was a firm believer that everyone was redeemable, and all deserve the same respect. Whether or not his good-mannered self would be in for a rude awakening, is yet to be seen. He laughed. “What esoteric weapons does this place utilize? If these awful people have access to powerful gear, color me a worried man. However these people may be, I can trust you to be respectable, my lady Irina.” He choked on his words as soon as they came out; realizing he had called Irina “my lady” once more, he had to apologize. “I am terribly sorry, Irina. My manners escape me.” He was fidgeting now ever so slightly, shifting his weight from boot to boot.
