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Edited by Chinkronomicon:
5/4/2015 9:58:05 PM
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*a man in a wheelchair rolls himself into the dojo, wearing an unrevealing gas mask and a black coat with grey dust all over it*
English
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Can I help you sir?
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Hello there. I sense I know you.
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*I cautiously approach* Is there something you need, stranger?
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*he looks up and stares at you with strange runes and tally marks drawn all over his gas mask* "Yes, good sir. I would like to know where I am... I seem to have wandered astray from my path. But I digress, I am also quite tired." *gestures to wheels on wheelchair*
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[spoiler]takign care No worries i wont straight up engage..........maybe[/spoiler]
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I have heard of your kind ...........Hunter.....
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*he looks up and stares at you with strange runes and tally marks drawn all over his gas mask* "Hunter? It could be argued that I was a hunter of some kind... No, not a hunter. That still wouldn't have been proper... But I do know of whom you speak of. May you please enlighten me and tell me where I am, good sir?"
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*laughts* the dojo. a palce which can untie been form any dimention or reality in order to eprfect their combat efficiensy. Alejandro Salazar, Artilelry commander, machene man brawler
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*holds out a hand with a strange, mechanical exo-like gauntlet over a gloved hand* "A pleasure to meet you, Alejandro. Now this... Dojo, is a place of fighting you said?" *an inquisitive tone takes hold in his voice*
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Indeed. you will rearely find somethign nromal. here. *loosk at the gaunlet* That seems a beutifull peice of equpment i woudl wear it but. you see. *rips of the Huge me85chanical right arm* I am kinda stuck with only 15% of my human body left
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*stares quietly at your self-amputated arm in hand* "Well, these gauntlets aren't just for show. You see, without them I wouldn't be able to move my limbs properly." *laughs bitterly* "I am grateful for the control of my limbs, as you can see... I am quite lacking in other areas." *gestures to wheelchair*
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I see.. A land mine blew most of them. *poitn shte mchancial boot/legs* a Plasmar granade, destroyed most of my stomach. But no the gorin for my luck Lost the arm to a UNSC scorpion tank. the left arm was ripepd off by a Venus interrogator. my right eye was destroyed by shrapnel. my ears bit off. my vocal cords melted by Nova 6. my heart died toa a ANti armor acid. replaced. geneticly modified skin to sustaint he multipel subtances inside me. an some inner bone rempalcements. You can hurt and dismember me but you gonna need a lot mroe to kill me
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"Oh... Oh my. Those seem like quite the adventures. If most around here are as able as you are, I don't know if I'll have a place amongst you all..."
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dont worry. you should test yourself with someone.
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*laughs bitterly once more* "A fight? Against me? I assure you, a humble cripple is of no importance right now. Much less an able opponent for combat."
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So what will you do you kinda need to fight to be accepted.
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"Well... I sometimes prefer the pen over the sword, so to speak. For example, tell me of something that irks you right now. A problem with an ally, an argument with your superiors. I like to share my insight on these types of things."
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Heh..........yes ths sir H3DY. an anoying but nothign i cant handle
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"Can you tell me of the situation?"
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Not something to worry. He sjust a dick to people
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*ponders quietly to himself for a small moment* "Sometimes... Sometimes Alejandro, people do things they think are right. Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. But one thing is for sure, as long as humans or any sentient being has a mind and personality of its own, someone's bound to disagree with what they're doing." *grows silent once more* "I can tell you now, I am no stranger to doing things people don't like. But sometimes arguments and disputes can't just be solved with fists... Well, metaphorically anyway. But my point is, sometimes words are stronger than any gun, sword, spell or monster."
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they all say that until........ *the arm oepns up and shows off a high caliber ,miigun which i poitn at you* they are on the wrong side of the barrel
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"Cliche. Pulling a gun on a crippled man... I'm no stranger to this, but it still does seem kind of low." *stares dead straight into the mini gun* "Well, go ahead. Do it. Prove your point, because if you don't, I prove mine."
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hem if you want so. *fire a single round*
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*round penetrates my shoulder, drawing blood and hitting dust off my coat* *my gas mask stares at you expressionlessly* "I am no stranger to pain, Alejandro. Before and after my restriction to this wheelchair, I will always face pain with the same vitality. Would you like to say something to that as well? You're only proving my point. You shooting me may seem extremely hostile to others watching, but you may see it as a normal response to my reply. Two sides to the same coin, of I do say so myself." *puts hand to wound and exerts pressure*
