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An unfamiliar youth walks through the door, still a bit dazed and confused. The girl (boy? It's impossible to tell.) approaches the counter, then takes a seat at one of the bar stools, glancing around for the man Stephanie described to him.
Drumming his fingers on the counter, he remains quiet for a few more moments before speaking up. "I was told to ask for someone named RJ?" He says.
Pay no mind to the bloody stain on the front of his shirt, or the large nodachi on his back that is longer than his body. The blood's his, and he's not in any hurry to use the sword.
Drumming his fingers on the counter, he remains quiet for a few more moments before speaking up. "I was told to ask for someone named RJ?" He says.
Pay no mind to the bloody stain on the front of his shirt, or the large nodachi on his back that is longer than his body. The blood's his, and he's not in any hurry to use the sword.