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8/3/2015 12:05:37 AM
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It is a small room, blank of any details except piping. In a corner, a group of about 4 young men with motorcycle outfits stand around an older man who cowers, crouched. One of the men yells and barks at their cowering acquaintance, looming over him and pointing a long red metallic object at him.
"[b][i]You better give us the stuff, geezer! You want this thing in your fuçking throat?!"[/i][/b] the oppressor barks, his victim flinching away.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 8/3/2015 12:15:41 AM[i]The figure looks to them, and says nothing. On each of his arms, four sharp blades extend from the gauntlets, and a blade each extends over his hands. Rushing, he swings and rips the aggressor's throat open, and kicks him to the ground. As the others move to assault him, he braces with his forearm, blades out.[/i]
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((Oh god, I had a pretty big story arc for the aggressor. Sigh...)) The other motorcyclists swing their metal pipes at you, surrounding you 3 to 1.
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[i]He slams the first in the stomach with his blades, and kicks him away. He disarms the second, and cracks him in the skull with his own pipe, hard enough to crack it. He stares at the third, and makes the "Come at me" gesture.[/i] [spoiler]Felt like making a sort of vigilante. [/spoiler]
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The third stares with wide eyes before running out of the room, hyperventilating.
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[i]The man drops the pipe, and looks to the old man, offering him a hand.[/i]
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[b]you see a woman run after the fleeing motorcyclist[/b]
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[i]The cloaked figure follows, sprinting fast enough to pass you. He jumps and tackles the other biker to the ground.[/i]
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[b]She throws you off of him with a telekinetic blast[/b] "He's mine"
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 8/3/2015 3:31:52 AM[i]He backs away, and stands, looking at you, confused.[/i]
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[b]picks the biker up by the thoat[/b] "Somebody's about to get flayed alive"
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[i]He looks back disgusted and angered with you.[/i]
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[b]laughs[/b] "What you scared that's a normal reaction" [b]drags the biker away[/b]
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The old man flinches away from him. "No," he says dryly, "get away from me! Take my drugs, just stay away from me!" He reaches into his coat and throws KAP-8 pills at you.
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[i]The figure looks at him strangely, and offers him the drugs back.[/i]
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He ignores you, whimpering as he faces the corner.
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[i]The man tosses the drugs and leaves, deciding to follow the other biker.[/i]
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As you go back through the doorway, a metal pipe strikes your face at blurring speed, knocking you onto the ground, dazed. The surviving Gear Boy jumps out from beyond the doorway. "Surprise, bitch!" he screams, and brings his pipe down for another strike.
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[i]Blocking the strike, he kicks the kid in the stomach sending him into a wall. Standing up, his gauntlet dagger slides forward, and he slams it into the kid's neck.[/i]
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Blood spurts from the stab, and his eyes nearly pop out of his sockets as he goes limp, dead.
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[i]The cloaked man drops the body, and leaves.[/i]
