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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
3/27/2016 12:35:08 AM
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[b][i]Deep inside the confines of the Dojo, a man stands. The figure is relatively new to this truly strange location, yet faintly familiar to some who may have spoken to him. The crisp air of the early spring wind brushes past him as he strides, sending his lightly shaded brown duster flying behind him, only returning to its original state in between gusts of wind. He strides forwards, his darkly coloured cowboy boots emitting a clanging of metal when his spurs hit the cold floor, leaving a strange pattern of footsteps in the thin layers of dust, barely able to be seen by the human eye. The lights beat down on his cowboy hat, casting a deep shadow over his face, a single cigar protruding from the emptiness, a feint trail of smoke flying into the air above him. At his sides, a pair of silver revolvers lay, resting in their respective holsters. Resting by a sling on his back is a shotgun, the lights reflecting off the onyx black paint. His hand rests a stony grey, matching nothing on him, causing his right arm to stand out amongst the cowboys outfitting. He comes to a halt at a single, wooden bench, and he gently rests on it, taking a seat and glaring out at the Dojo. Now that he had free time and most of his other chapters in life had concluded, the man decided he would spend his days here primarily. [/i][/b]
((Open.))
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"Same shit, you kept your powers. And once a god always a god."
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Some of my powers Once a god, now mortal because of Wit. He's a good guy, but I had to save him somehow.
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"A god with feelings, how odd." [i][b]He said, the tone of sarcasm showing heavily in his voice. [/b][/i]
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Hey! *said slightly annoyed by your tone* I'm not a robot!
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"No. But I've known some who had met gods before, and if I can say one thing for certain, it's that they could not give a damn about anyone."
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Well, I guess I'm just a little unicorn
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"Yeah, special snowflake."
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Can we fight now?
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[b][i]He lets out a deep sigh, while he briefly thinks the request over. [/i][/b]"No magic, no bullshit, just fists. Deal?"
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Okay *sword disappears* You sound a lot like nalli.
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"Who? Never mind. And I may because I've seen some shit, and frankly I'm too damn old and tired to put up with magic." [b][i]He stated, before he stood from his bench, stepping out a few feet and getting in a ready stance. [/i][/b]
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*readies* Would the elder like to go first?
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"Not my style to take first hit. Just go easy on me, I'll probably break my back before I break anything on you."
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Underestimation Okay *pops knuckles*
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"You going to take a hit or just stand there? Because back in my day, we actually hit our enemies!"
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Fine, fine *moves quickly to your position, then slides and tries to trip you*
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[i]He jumps over the slide, planting both feet on the mans face. If he was younger, he would have cleared him entirely. [/i]
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*holds up arm to block, then sweeps with left leg* Smart bastard
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[i]The weight of the cowboy pushed on the arm, only driving it further into the mans face, and he stepped off, spinning around. [/i]"Experienced bastard, mind you."
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*recoils* Okay, you said no bullshit, so..." *finds a known pile of something off the ground and hurls it at your face* "...this is horse shit*
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[i]He swerves his body to the left, the.. Strange substance, gliding past him. But it wasn't without harms, as he managed to hurt his back in the process. [/i]
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You okay? *not waiting, dissolves into the ground, reforms behind you, and kicks you in that spot* Because you aren't now.
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[i]The spin had caused him to readjust his back, and the kick had missed him juuuust as he readjusted his back, snapping it into place. [/i]"Chill you dick, can't you see you nearly broke an old mans back?"
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Late 30s man's back I kinda thought that this would be more like David and Goliath. *walks backwards, and waits*
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[i]He readjusts his back, and stood in a ready position. [/i]"I apologize that being born in a test tube gives you some bad bones, and faster aging. I'll likely die by the time I hit eighty."
