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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by FlimsyRoastBeef:
8/15/2016 3:14:56 PM
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[b]A man approached the Dojo, carrying an old revolver in a leather holster, and a sword that seemed to radiate a dark energy. He reached out his arm, and a chair materialized. He sat down, waiting for someone to talk to. He didn't seem evil, or good, depending on your definitions of evil and good. He seemed like the person that would choose the option to kill everyone if it was the right thing to do. The "right thing" depending upon your perspective... [/b]
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Loser
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Edited by Cazberry Pie: 8/20/2016 2:28:42 PM[b][i]The gates open slowly as a tired-looking man, mid-twenties, walks out of the dojo. His hair is a dark gray, his skin light olive. His left eye is bright green, but the other eye is the strange part of his head. The skin around the right was completely burnt off, a 3-inch diameter showing the soulsteel underneath. The eye itself was a mechanical, completely red sphere, which acted as a camera, attached to the man's brain. He wore a black, sleeveless shirt, and black jeans, a brown belt with many pockets to store small items strapped to his waist. His arms were completely mechanical, up to his shoulders, and while his legs were hidden by his jeans, it was clear that they were mechanical, as well. In his left hand, he holds an E12 clarinet with size 6 reeds. The tired man looks up to the new face arriving at the dojo, sighing. He had other things to worry about, but that did not mean he could blow off his duties. So he nodded, his dark gray hair blowing in the calm, east to west breeze.[/i][/b] "I take it you wish to enter?" [b][i]He asks. His voice was intelligent, like that of a scientist's. It was clear that he wasn't much of a fighter, but would fight for the right reasons. And he would fight well, as in, polished, smooth, and gracefully, unlike many he knew. He was not a bloodthirsty beast, but a refined researcher with a gun or two.[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Aw, hell naw...[/spoiler] Yes, I do. [b]He stands up, sword drawn.[/b] Are you ready? [spoiler]Omnus, right?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Damn, you pay attention.[/spoiler][b][i]The man nodded, pulling a 2x2x2 inch cube from his belt. The cube rebuilt itself into a large, soulsteel claymore, which radiated a demonic aura.[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Thanks, I guess...[/spoiler] [b]He stands in a defensive position, waiting for an attack.[/b]
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[b][i]The man smiles, and laughs a little.[/i][/b] "Swordplay isn't exactly my forte," [b][i]He says as his mechanical legs pound into the ground, launching him forward at around 65 miles an hour. He twirls when he reaches his opponent, using the momentum to increase the force his sword would strike the opposition with.[/i][/b]
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Edited by FlimsyRoastBeef: 8/20/2016 3:49:36 PM[spoiler]Now, tell me if this is OP.[/spoiler] [b]A wall forms between you and him, and you crash into it at 65 miles per hour. Damn. The wall shatters, and sends him flying backward, (him being me) your speed reduced to 30-40 mph. [/b]
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[spoiler]Nah, that's not OP. It makes sense.[/spoiler] [b][i]The man stops for a moment, his arms slightly dented. He takes a wrench from his tool belt, and begins repairs.[/i][/b]
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Edited by FlimsyRoastBeef: 8/20/2016 3:54:11 PM[b]While he is repairing his arms, HE charges you, slashing repeatedly and furiously.[/b] [spoiler]Thank you[/spoiler]
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[b][i]Luckily, while his human, green eye was looking at the subject of his repairs, his red mechanical one was watching his opponent. After all, only an idiot would leave themselves unguarded during a fight. And so, as his opponent attacked, he moved back, his mechanical legs dealing with the backwards movement just as easily and quickly as they could with forward movement.[/i][/b]
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[b]He leaps forward, supercharged particles forming from his gauntlet. They are flung at you, turning out to be nano-machines.... MUAHAHA... [/b] *breathing*
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[b][i]The man didn't change directions in time, and the nano-machines (whatever those are) struck him in the chest, sending him flying back, creating a lot of dust. From the dust emerges a completely repaired Omnus, who coughs.[/i][/b] "Goddammit, I [i]just[/i] finished repairs, man." [b][i]He says as his sword rebuilds itself back into a cube, and he grabs two knew ones out of his belt. He smiles as both of them rebuild into revolvers, and his robotic eye targets the man's weak points. He fires each revolver twice at his opponent, his robotic arms easily controlling the recoil. The bullets travel along a predetermined path, decided not by his arms, but by his mechanical eye. One bullet flies towards his neck, another his forehead. Another towards his abdomen, and the last towards his heart.[/i][/b]
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SH- [b]A wall of titanium forms, but not before one strikes him in the abdomen. You can hear him slide down the wall... Coughing... Dying... [/b]
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"Hey, you alright?" [b][i]Omnus calls out. He wasn't a violent guy. So he reached into his belt for a cube, which rebuilt into a pink grenade. He pulled the pin, chucking it besides his coughing opponent. It exploded in pink powder, completely healing his wounds.[/i][/b]
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[i]Shit, it didn't work...[/i] *coughs* Thanks... [b]He vaults the wall, pistol drawn. He fires three shots, heading towards your belt.[/b]
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"Oh hell no," [b][i]Omnus says, a shield building itself on his right arm. The shield was painted golden, with a wolf insignia in the middle of it. Where Omnus got the idea for this kind of shield, he had no idea himself.... The shield moved to his belt, blocking two of the bullets. However, the third one struck one of the pockets on the belt, and a cube fell out of it.[/i][/b] "Dammi-oh, never mind," [b][i]He said as the cube struck the ground. When it did so, it rebuilt itself into a massive Phalanx Sentry Turret. Omnus grinned as he hopped into it, and pelted his enemy with bullets.[/i][/b]
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SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! [b]He slipped behind his wall, taking a few shots with him.[/b] YOU'VE GOTTA RELOAD SOMETIME!
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[b][i]He simply stopped firing, waiting for him to reappear.[/i][/b]
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Hm... [b]He puts up his hands, and suddenly a grenade forms and is thrown your way. It explodes, and destroys your turret.[/b]
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[b][i]When he sees the grenade, Omnus pushes himself out of harm, his robotic legs launching him out of the way.[/i][/b] "That took months to build...." [b][i]He grumbles as he flips a cube out of his belt. This one turns into a machine gun.[/i][/b]
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[b]As in a Halo style chain-gun?/ He climbs his wall and pulls out his sword. [/b] Hey... No guns. [b]His hand is open, and if you try to fire that gun.... Consequences. [/b]
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[b][i]As in a machine gun. Omnus sighs, the machine gun rebuilding back into a cube.[/i][/b] "Man, I've been wanting to use that thing...." [b][i]He says as he brings his claymore back out.[/i][/b]
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Good. [b]He runs at you, changing direction every few meters.[/b]
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[b][i]He shrugs as he slowly backs up.[/i][/b] "Guns are the only thing I've got, man," [b][i]He says as he readies his blade. He'll make sure to block his opponent's attack at all costs.[/i][/b]
