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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/8/2016 11:12:00 AM
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Eh, I was a normal civilian up to a couple months ago.
*She circles him once again, determined to get the blade back*
English
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[b]He throws the sword towards her[/b] [i]"In light of this new evidence. I'd like to try and teach you." [/i]
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*She catches the blade* Please do. That would help greatly
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[b]He sheathes both his swords.[/b] [i]"Show me your fighting stance."[/i]
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Okay... *She gets in a ready position, it is a little awkward in some places*
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[i]"Oof. We have much to fix." [/i] [b]He moves your leg backwards slightly, for it was to far out [/b]
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*She lets you move it and tries to fix her awkward position*
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[b]He grabs your arm, squeezing it slightly [/b] [i]"Tighter grip on your sword, not to tight to cut off circulation however." [/i]
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*She tightens her grip, you would think she's crushing the handle*
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[i]"Little Bit lighter then that. The thing about being a swordsman or woman is that you have to find the right sword. The right feel."[/i]
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*She loosens up a little and nods* Yeah. I thought this as well, but they certainly Didn't. I know they wanted anything in my hand to be a viable weapon. A stone, a blade, even a Dixie cup somehow became lethal.
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[i]"Does this sword feel right to you?" [/i]
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*She swings it around a little* Not really, but I didn't have much of a say in that. So long as I had a weapon that I only used to defend myself Caesar wouldn't be pissed. And he chose the one that can't kill allies for me...
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[i]"Hmm. I know a place where we can go. Follow me."[/i] [b]He begins walking [/b]
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*Erika follows Kross to who knows where*
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[b]He leads to you the greatest place on earth. The Bar of Blades.[/b]
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*Erika continues to follow Kross* Hey, what Is this place?
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[i]"This, Erika, is what I believe to be the first bar that opened up in dojo. The first one mixed with weapons that is."[/i] [b]He opens that double doors, entering the bar. Behind the counter are nearly a dozen different swords and bottles [/b]
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Swords AND drinks? Remind me never to get drunk here. *She looks in awe at the many swords around the room*
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[i]"This isn't all there is either. There's more in the back. But for now, feel free to look around." [/i]
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Of course. Thank you sir. *Erika looks around, occasionally taking one off the wall, holding it, swinging it around, and putting it back*
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[b]Kross pours himself a glass of wine, watching her [/b] [spoiler]You can make up your own weapon if you want [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Okay...[/spoiler] *She picks one up and swings it around. It appears to be a four foot cutlass, the blade is a strange purple color, with a black line wrapped around it. She swings it around and looks around. She then walks up to you* This one seems good.
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[i]"Ah. Excellent choice. It's an excellent blade."[/i]
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It appears so... *She swings it around a little, a strange purple mist floats off of it*
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[i]"Now then." [b]He reaches for the blade [/b][/i] [i]"Actually -" [b]He pulls away [/b][/i] [i]"I think you're trust worthy enough" [/i]
