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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/17/2016 12:26:53 PM
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[spoiler]Character intro[/spoiler]
*Strangely enough, the Dojo is pretty quiet today. That is, until one man walks up the path to the dojo, walking stick in hand. He eventually reaches the massive gates of the dojo, very tired and out of breath. A lack of abilities can do that to a man. He knocks three times on the Dojo gates, and decides to look around as he waits. He notices the small graveyard at the lake, and decides to see if anyone he knew is buried there, whether it be personally or someone he read about in history books. When he goes over there, he slowly reads through all of the graves. The last one he sees seems to make him really surprised. His eyes widen. His jaw drops, he backs up a little. The grave belongs to Mortar.*
No, no. No. No. He's not dead, he's just not!
*He seems to know Mortar more personally than he knows the other graves. You can't help but look towards the graveyard, towards the man*
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*He looks in your direction and yelps, stumbling backwards and falling on his back. He scrambles back up* P-P-PLEASE Don't hurt me! I'm unarmed, see? *He pulls out the insides of his pockets to show nothing in them*
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"What the hell...are you doing?!" [b][i]Isaac practically yelled, his temper showing.[/i][/b] "Who are you, damnit!"
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I-I'm Carl, Dan- Mortar's brother! Please don't hurt me!
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[spoiler]Damn, son.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] what?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Its his brother. Damn.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yes. He has siblings from both of his families[/spoiler]
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"Mortar's brother?"
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Yes! Wh-who are you?
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"...Isaac."
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Well... Issac... C-Can you put the gun down please?
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[b][i]He holsters his revolver.[/i][/b]
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Thanks... Why did you... Why did you wanna shoot me like that?
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"...Thought you were defiling the graves of one here..." [b][i]He looks over at Theresa's grave, sighing.[/i][/b] "Nothing romantic. But she was a good woman. Truly..."
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*Carl sighs* I know loss like this, burns a hole in your gut that you can't quite get rid of
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"Yeah..." [b][i]Isaac sighs.[/i][/b] "I've been around, but...Theresa?" [b][i]He chuckles.[/i][/b] "Too honorable...too kind...too selfless."
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Certainly braver than the losses I've faced. Let's see, Both parents in a car crash, my grandfather to lung cancer, both of my grandmothers to heart attacks, and my sister to underage alcoholism, and... How did D - Mortar die?
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"...From what I've heard? Fighting Lieutenant Ornstein's brother, Smough. He feels awful about it...don't get angry at him. Please. I've dealt with several deaths...all of the people that have tried helping me get away from bounty hunters?" [b][i]Isaac sighs, saddened.[/i][/b]
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I can't get angry at him if I tried, most of you are so intimidating that I'd be more scared. But a man who feels that guilty about a loss of a friend that he caused Should be more respected than ashamed by others angry at him.
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"Damn right he should... Sorry about being intimidating. I didn't know what to think..." [b][i]Isaac crossed his arms.[/i][/b]
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No, you were wanting to protect the graves
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"Yeah..."
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So I take it Mortar was respected here? I felt bad for him when he was a child. He had to go to a Catholic school, and it's not really good if you look like a spawn of Satan. There were days when he would lock himself in a chest, and sit in it, curled up in a ball, refusing to talk to anyone.
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"Yeah, he was. People liked him. A lot. Hell, Orn and Smough respected the hell out of him..."
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Well that's good to know he did better here... I think it's best that he ran away, living in his own built up his self esteem
