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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/18/2016 8:22:10 PM
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"There was a tribe called the Dead Horses that turned on the Legion. That was one of their members. Sneaky Profligates."
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[b][i]She nodded, taking note. She went back to attacking the dummy, not really seeing (heh, phrasing) the point of it.[/i][/b]
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[b]After a little bit of hitting the dummies, the Legate speaks.[/b] "Good technique, Recruits. Now, get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow."
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[b][i]Cassie puts the machete down, but doesn't head towards her tent.[/i][/b]
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[b]The rest of the Recruits leave.[/b] Legate: "Why are you not going back to your tent?"
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[b][i]She shakes her head, looking at the sky. She had not slept for over a year.[/i][/b] [i]Insomnia[/i], [b][i]She wrote on her paper.[/i][/b]
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"That is unfortunate. Would you like something to eat, then?"
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[b][i]She nodded, her eyes not leaving the sky.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate led her to a large tent, and then to a long, wooden table.[/b]
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[b][i]She sat down, smiling.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate stood near, and a plate and a bottle were put in front of her. The plate had pieces of Brahmin meat on it, and the bottle was filled with water.[/b]
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[b][i]She ate slowly, deep in thought.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate waited.[/b]
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[b][i]She finished, and sat, waiting for the Legate's orders.[/i][/b]
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Legate: "I have sent some supplies to your tent, in case you decide to go on an expedition. I would suggest you see what I have sent you."
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[b][i]Her eyebrows rose at the word "see", and she smiled.[/i][/b]
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"Oh. Well... Go listen at what I sent."
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[b][i]She grinned, getting up.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate left the tent.[/b]
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[spoiler]Fin?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Fin[/spoiler]
