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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/21/2016 4:30:55 PM
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[b][i]Spoilin' for a Fight?[/i][/b]
[i]At the gates of the Dojo, the familiar hulking metal figure stood, observing. His heavily modified T-60F armor and X-01 MkVI helmet were painted a gunmetal grey, they eyes glowing a reddish color. Blood was splattered across his mask, and a blue phoenix had been painted onto the chestplate of his armor. Two belts of .50BMG rounds crossed his chest, and a gunbelt crossed his waist, holstering two revolvers. A large combat knife sat in a boot sheath on the side of his leg, and an M1911 sat in a shoulder holster on his left. A long, tattered American flag hung from his shoulders, gently swaying in the wind. Atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha-male deathclaw, atop his right, a machine gun. His shoulder-mounted M2HB sat in a safe position, and all other firearms aside from one were holstered. Alex Wilson had heard about this building tension between the Dojo and the so-called Extragalactics. He had been a part of both, having friends in both places. He wanted to know what was going on, and more importantly, he wanted to know who started it. In his hands, an old sawn-off lever action rifle, a .45-70 Gov't. The weapon was a relic, beatifully crafted from wood and metal, plain and not too showy. He intended to cap whoever had decided to -blam!- everything up.[/i]
[spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]
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*She stops laughing, looking at you* "You..... Ah, mortals. You have to make sense all the time."
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N*gga I kill people for no reason. Don't say I make sense.
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"But killing people is fun, so it makes sense." *She grins*
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Eh. It serves its purpose.
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*Shrugs* "So what's up? Got bored?"
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Bingo.
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"Atta boy!!"
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[b]You seem to hear a voice but you cannot seem to spot the origin of it. Almost as if it were coming from everywhere [/b] "Howdy." [b]The voice has a cold ring to it.[/b]
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Wanna come out instead of bein' a bitch, or are you gonna talk to me in my head for the rest of the day? [i]His sarcasm laced his aggravation.[/i]
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"Listen here jackass. I dunno what your problem is. I'm trying to be friendly." [b]A figure steps out of the shadows near you. The only thing visible are his Emerald eyes[/b]
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My problem? You want the book, the movie, or the TV series? [i]He was as much a sarcastic joker as he was a walking armory.[/i] I heard people somewhere were startin' shit, and considering my connections to -blam!-in' everything, I'm gonna sort this shit out.
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"Ain't nobody starting anything mate." [b]The voice remains cold[/b] "Listen if this is about Jared, or whatever he goes by now, he deserved every bit of what he got."
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[i]He snickered, and then broke out into a full laugh.[/i] You think THAT'S why I'm here? -blam!- no, that dude's had it comin' for a while. Saved me the bullets.
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"So. What are you really here for?" [b]The figure seems to tilt his head.[/b] "An alliance? A sort up? What's really going down?"
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Ok, I'm guessing you're new and don't know me. I used to hang here all the -blam!-in' time, threw parties, sold guns, ran illegal things, etc, etc. I heard someone was startin' shit between the Dojo and Extragalactic and I came to keep the peace.
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"Yeah you're dead on. I'm pretty new around here. The only problem we've had with you guys Is Jared. Nothing but some rivalry with the rest of you."
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DON'T YOU CALL THAT PIECE OF SHIT OUR PROBLEM! And I was originally from here, not there. I'm caught right in the -blam!-in' middle.
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"Well I dunno who's he is. And if you were originally from here, welcome back?"
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He was originally here too, with Cobalt Phoenix and myself waaaay back when.
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"Long time back huh?"
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Yeah, little bit.
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"Interesting. Well good luck and I hope to see you around." [b]The seemingly disappears along with the shadows that surrounded him. [/b]
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*A cat/wolf creature wearing a metallic duster steps out of the gates.* "Hello, who are you supposed to buh?"
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I'm the mother-blam!-in' mailman. Used to be pretty -blam!-in' common 'round here til I took up a job with some mercs and did some crazy shit.
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"Okay, okay, sorry, don't get mad at me for not knowing you..."
