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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by JayTea:
2/25/2016 12:46:30 PM
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[b][i]A strange figure approaches, his brown duster flying in the wind behind him, his face engulfed in a shadow, cast from a cowboy hat resting stop his head. [/i][/b]"Pardon me?" [b][i]He asks, his deep voice laced by a thick Texan accent. [/i][/b]
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"You come a long way, traveler." *It was a statement, not a question. The figure on the ramparts turns and steps off out of sight. Moments later the gate opens slightly and the figure strides out* "Come to test your mettle?"
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"Aye, that I have. I wish to train, to become the best at what I do."
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*The gate slams shut, brushing the figure's cloak up. Underneath is a glimpse of metal.* "And what is it that you wish to accomplish?"
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"To become the best gunslinger to grace this planet, to hone my skills, to become a master of the revolver."
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"Then you have a long way to go." *The figure reaches under their cloak and draws out a single silver-inlaid pistol* "But you can learn the path here."
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"Aye, and how do I gain entry?" [b][i]He asks, spreading his legs, hunching slightly, and placing one hand next to his revolver[/i][/b]
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"Quite simply, you fight your way in." *The figure's cloak melts away, revealing a woman in a thinly armored exo suit* "You fight me." *She holsters her own pistol, waiting*
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"Hand to hand, bladed combat, or ranged?" [b][i]He asks, his free arm, the left one, turning a stony grey colour, the arm having a form of liquid metal covering it, seemingly shifting at his will. [/i][/b]
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"Any kind. Or all of them at once. I have no inclination whatsoever." *She smiles, watching your arm thoughtfully*
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"Alright, let's do ranged then." [b][i]He says, grabbing the revolver at his side and drawing it with lightning speed, his years of training paying off now. He swerved to the left in order to avoid some oncoming shots, firing two rounds from his gun at her chest. [/i][/b]
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*She, while redrawing her own pistol, easily sidesteps the bullets. Continuing her motion, she spins away from you and fires a single shot at your arm in return*
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[b][i]He swats the bullet away with his other arm, it having grown to be a stony grey colour, the metal hitting the bullet back at the lady, as he fires a volley of 3 shots at her legs[/i][/b]
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*She spins back towards her original side, dodging all 4 bullets. She smiles slightly as she fires 2 bullets at his feet*
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[b][i]He jumps, extending both legs to either side, before firing two more shots at her. [/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Hah!!! How many rounds does your revolver have?[/spoiler] *Shadow avoids the final bullet then as you fumble to reload she places a bullet on each kneecap* "Count your bullets." *She moves faster than you can follow, then then warm muzzle of a pistol can be felt on your temple* "Make every shot count."
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[b][i]He holsters his now empty revolver, turning to the side and facing the barrel, but swiftly turning. He grabs the barrel with his right hand and pulls it towards his left, pushing his left hand against your wrist in an attempt to disarm. [/i][/b] [spoiler]That was the final shot fam, and his revolver is pretty modified. [/spoiler]
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*She lifts her own arm instead, lifting you up as you hold on* "Rule two of gunfights" *She throws you bodily against the ground, shaking off your grip before turning and walking a few feet to watch* "Never get close to a stronger enemy."
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[b][i]He lands with a backwards roll, pointing his stony grey hand to her, and the entire grey coating seemingly slides off, forming an onyx black revolver. He fires a single shot for her chest. [/i][/b] [spoiler]BTW the second revolver is linked to his genetic code, and can't physically be removed. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Figured.[/spoiler] *She stands there, watching with amusement. When you fire, she rolls her shoulder backwards a bit, allowing the shot to ricochet off her armor* "Cool. Haven't done that for a while." *She remains standing there, watching you* "Well?"
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"Well what?" [b][i]He asks, slightly lowering the gun as he looked at her, still ready in the case of an emergency. [/i][/b]
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"You're in. Follow me." *She turns, holstering her pistol. The gate begins to slowly open as she approaches it*
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[b][i]The gun remorphs over his arm, and he follows the woman. [/i][/b]
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[spoiler]You make your own posts now. Feel free to do whatever.[/spoiler] *As he walks in, the door closes and the woman appears to have vanished*
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[spoiler]Aight, thanks. [/spoiler] ((End))
