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Great Dojo
yinsukin:
Dojo of Setherol the Calm
Sethrol sighed and said, "Yes it is true. I am sorry to be so insensitive."
The old man walked over to a fallen tank and peeled open the metal with his bare hands. Pulling out a tea cup and another mug, he poured a glass of herbal tea. There was no steam because it was cold. "Here Zhang. Take this as both my apology and a gesture that communicates my desire to see you smile once more. We both know that in this city, everything is malleable."
Sethrol glanced at Jonathan's corpse and pulled out another cup. "His job was to take care of my dojo while I was out. I think we should both celebrate that achievement. Will you help me bury him?"
YOLF:
Dojo of Setherol the Calm
The Source-Melting Hand stared at the offered drink as though it was a particularly mangy cat. A second passed, which it took for him to tame the sullen curve of his eyebrows, but he nodded and carefully took the mug.
"We will see if I have reasons to smile," he said. Before continuing, he took a sip. It was dreadfully cold, but somehow that was just the relief he needed. "I will help, of course."
yinsukin:
Sethrol
After handing Zhang the tea cup, he placed his own on the tank. Then, he placed two feet on the ground behind Jonathan's body, took a deep breath and let out a yell. A fist shot forward ripping apart the land beneath him. A hole opened up.
"You know, I didn't expect to see you at the tournament. Why did you go there?"
YOLF:
Zhang Liu
Zhang Liu looked up from his cup as Sethrol rose, and followed him with his gaze. Realizing the old master was already getting to work, the Great Dojo's executioner took a large sip and set down the drink with a clack.
"You weren't as subtle as you hoped," he said, hastening to his feet. He walked some distance away, to a hidden cabinet he knew lay behind a curtain of vines, and when he returned, began to clean Johnatan's body of blood and rearrange his clothes to clear the grisly spectacle.
"I went there because you did. And... Lashi, I suppose."
yinsukin:
Sethrol
The old man laughed and said, "I suppose in my old age i'm losing my touch." Then he paused, placing a finger to his chin. "No thats not right. I was always terrible at being subtle!"
In the time during which Zhang left, Sethrol squatted down and stared at Jonathan's corpse. It was mutilated by an interesting weapon, a whip. A weapons master could have done this, but it also brought to mind the masked matador who had been building a name for himself recently. That one was at the tournament too.
"I went there because you did. And... Lashi, I suppose."
Sethrol smiled. "That makes me happy. Although I am sorry that you had to see something so embarrassing. Watching an old man experience something so associated with youth must have appeared so unbecoming." Even as he spoke those words, his smile only grew wider. Indeed, the old man had to stifle a chuckle from the thought. "Still, there were many more matches than my own, some stunning, others short and decisively cruel. To think that it was merely an Elizabeth tornament, one dominated by her succubi. Imagine all the wonder's this city still holds."
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