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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Doos:
5/25/2016 2:40:43 PM
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*An access point spilling red and black shadowy smoke opens in front of the gates of the Dojo. Maya appears dragging out a couch. A table. Another couch. And a tea set. She sits down and prepares four cups.*
[b]Fighting, fighting, fighting. What happened to the finer things in life?[/b]
[spoiler]current status. Open but must bring your own cup. Also. We're in hiding from the intruder. Because its tea/liquor time. No. Fights.
No longer hiding.
[b][i][u]But still no fights. This is peaceful relaxation time in these replies[/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]
Edit: no longer hiding. Angry Assaulttron is no longer keen on fighting our tea time. Please be respectful and strike up a conversation with the guy. I'm sure we could learn a lot from each other.
[spoiler]Details on our hiding. As long as a shadow is nearby. Our group is literally untraceable.[/spoiler]
[b]I SAID NO FIGHTING.[/b]
[b]Alright fine... I get it. Fighting by arguing. Conceded. BUT NO VIOLENCE.[/b]
*glares at Alex and WA-18*
[b]Prior to the tournament. Please come get your amp up teas! Any kind, all kind. We want you all to be ready![/b]
[b]I've been gone awhile.. BUT IM BACK NOW EVERYONE. So per the usual. Gotta start up some tea to bring me back in my mind set you lovely bastards[/b]
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[b]Tuesdays! Makes sure and come by on Tuesday's for your Tea![/b]
[spoiler]Current exotic teas
Corichea
Forsketta
Hasuthuca
Yurseuga
Grazaltha
Gurancha
Torschuerta
Rofitteras
We also have any number of drinks you can imagine.
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English
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[b]Not necessarily... Guy's cool. Especially about that chest hair. But you're the one holding the liquor. Tell me more about you[/b]
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Welp... I was born about 30 years ago, and dipped into an acidic pool to see if I was a god. That's how I got this blood. *picks at a scab, and acidic blood bubbles out* After that, I had the job of pounding skeleton's bones into a powder. for... Calcium shakes for those above me.
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[b]That's one of the reasons, besides Wit, that you left?[/b]
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Not really... I was really little then, so I had nowhere to go. Anyway, when I was 7, I met Wit and Crossbow. Crossbow was the quiet type, you know? One of those people who don't talk much, but when he did, people get hurt. And Wit? Wit was scared of everything, even himself and his powers.
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*A blue and yellow cyborg walks in, sharpening his knife on his arm* "Anything suitable for organisms that don't have a digestive system?"
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[b]I picked up some tea for AI bots, Androids, etc. Get this, [i]Torschuerta[/i] is a tea desgined specifically to be poured into your proxy body on joints, interfaces, and various electrical conduits. It creates an environment within a thin sheam of hard liquid that provides faster synapse response time, snoother joints able to do intense moves that would burn out a normal joint. The list goes on. Best part? Totally human safe as well. Can be applied directly or drank[/b]
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"I'll drink it thank you. How much does it cost?"
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[b] Your story. That's all[/b]
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"My story? And what would you mean by that?"
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Edited by Doos: 3/31/2016 7:14:01 PM[b]Who helped you become a cyborg. Where you're from. Life story stuff[/b] *Pours a healthy serving into the provided cup*
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"The people at my past residence were insane, and there was a little below 500 of those psychos. They tortured me, experimented on me. I've been lots of things, a cyborg is the one I managed to escape in. I'll just say don't use pure metal instruments when conducting a lightning experiment. That was 2 years ago. I heard rumors of a friendly fighting dojo, so I came here." *I throw my knife into the air and shock it causing it to float vertically*
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[u]A large figure walks in and sits in an empty chair. Their body is covered by a misshapen leather overcoat, their face encased in the shadows of a dark hood[/u] Tea. A most profound drink. I shall partake in this activity well I wait for my blade to be repaired. [u]You hear mechanical whirs and clanks as the stranger sits still[/u]
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[b]Oh goodie! What can I get you? I have anything you could ask for. [/b]
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[u]The stranger sits still for a moment, contemplating the question, then turning their head with a whirring grind [/u] The strongest you have would be delectable [u] The stranger returns their head to it's original pose[/u]
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[b]Well I have some [i]gurancha[/i] tea from a village amongst the tribes of the Inner Earth. Pretty strong. Got some Hennessey to mix with it if you'd like. [/b] *head cocked as she ponders the odd actions of her newest guest*
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[u]The stranger shows no response to her showing confusion, but simply responds without turning their head[/u] That tea sounds agreeable. One cup would be fine. [u]You continue to hear quite whirs in clanks coming from within the misshapen leather overcoat [/u]
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*she brushes the oddities from her mind as she pours a large helping into the cup the stranger bought.* [b]So, tell me about yourself. Story for a drink eh?[/b]
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[u]The stranger freezes for a moment in thought, then turns their head towards you[/u] Offer acceptable. Data log -introduction- start: Do not bother asking my name, as I was not given one by my creator. I was made to fight, but pleasantries like this are welcome in times of calm. I know not of my past, nor my future, but I know my purpose. [u]The you notice that the whirs and clanks are synchronized with the speech patterns of the stranger, as if they were being spoken from the mouth of an automaton [/u]
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[b]Creator huh?[/b] *Sips here own tea* [b]So you have your own free will, abstract instructions, or are you massively obedient to the letter?[/b]
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[u]The stranger reaches a hand out and takes his own cup. They bring the cup into the hood of their coat and tip it up, taking a deep drawl from the drink. They then turn their head upwards, as if contemplating something[/u] I do not remember much about my creator, nor their instructions left upon me along with their death. After years of wandering and fighting, I have seen many people pass, and many others fade away into the nothingness of the past, all but a single memory remaining. Everything seems blurry, and yet I can still remember the creators last words to me before their journey into the infinite void known as death. They told me to wander, with no purpose, to find a meaning for myself. I found that meaning years and years ago. I was meant to fight, and to fight those who are strong. But as of late, years of fighting without finding more to life has left me drained of a purpose that I wish to find for my utterly meaningless life of violence. I simply wish to find something worth fighting for instead of randomly striking out at those who challenge me. [u]The stranger returns their head to a normal position and drains the rest of the contents of the cup.[/u]
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[b]Wow.... That's actually pretty inspiring.. sad but inspiring.[/b]
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Edited by Pofeh: 3/31/2016 4:56:41 AM[u]The stranger cocks his head to one side, looking at you.[/u] What Do you fight for? Do you fight for a cause, or just simply to pass the time?
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[b]To further myself. To feed my ego. To provide entertainment. To throw caution and care for my own life to the wind. I fight for a cause every battle. But never the same twice in a row.[/b]
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[u]The stranger freezes again, as if it takes effort to process what you said.[/u] No matter how little the purpose, a purpose is still a purpose. Once my main weapon is repaired, we can fight in a test of combat. I came to this Dojo seeking a purpose, and I may have finally found it. [u]The stranger tilts his head upward, in the process causing his hood to slide off. You see that they not organic, but in fact a modified clockwork automaton. Their head has a strange shape to it, thicker at the bottom, but slowly get thiner until it peaks at the back of the cranium. The front part of the head is clear, almost invisible to all but the most meticulous observer. Underneath it is a mess of gears and springs that spin and whir with every movement. The back part of their head has a silver chrome color to it, reflecting images almost perfectly.[/u]
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[b]Maybe eventually. But today is a day for relaxation. Im glad I could provide you with a drink and company[/b]
