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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/2/2016 2:37:24 PM
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[b][i]Long Time, No See[/i][/b]
[b]Outside of the Dojo Gates[/b]
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Alex Wilson approached, standing in a full suit of heavily modified X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor. His M134D sat atop his left shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his right. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate.
It had been some time since the Courier had seen the Dojo, let alone set foot on its grounds. Familiar and yet different all the same, the place he had come to really learn to fight was still a cool place to return to. Thinking back, he remembered all of the fights, the wars, the battles, and the legends he had helped forge with others; Cobalt, Salazar, JJ, Zane, Tubbs, Pants, and all the others who had been there. It was strange to see the new wave of people here, the new groups and individuals, all making names for themselves as the next set of legends.
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English
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Sometimes it's beyond your control, dude. Gotta roll with the blows.
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To quote a man, though silly it may be, 'I move , for no man.'"
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Holy shit balls you're back
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Never left
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[b]A familiar man walks out of the gate, his Buster Sword sheathed on his back, and his Gunblade sheathed on his lower back. While he looks different, the presence is familiar to the veteran.[/b] "Well I'll be damned, long time no see."
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Dat BOI! OH SH*T WADDAP! [i]Wilson shouted.[/i] Good to see ya, Zane. Like the new gear. Still never understood why you people like swords, but eh.
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[b]He cracks a smile[/b] "Hey man, blades are more personal! What kinda crazy shit you been up too?"
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Killing people, looting things, upgrading armor and gear, the usual sh*t. [i]he replied, crossing his arms.[/i]
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[b]He lightly thunks Wilsons armor[/b] "Seriously, this thing is more impressive then a year ago. What did you do to it?"
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Different set. Enclave-made X-01 Mk. VI, modified it with Venom tech. Changed the armor pattern out and put in a new power system to amp the shielding. Changed out the M2 for a minigun, the old Ma Deuce wouldn't mount on the newer armor. Other than that, not much.
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[b]He laughs[/b] "The one armor that my blades couldn't pierce, and my Buster Sword is made for crushing!" [b]He steps back, looking over the Couriers various guns[/b] "Man, your a walking armory."
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I try to be. Makes life more fun, got plenty of variety. [i]he said with a laugh.[/i]
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"Ay, that it does! So I take it you won't be staying long?"
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Probably not. You know me, can't sit around forever.
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"Some things never change huh? Be sure to stop by more though, lots of new guys. They might need some training."
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*Snort* "Huh? WhaaaAAAUUUGH!!!" *Some sort of creature falls out of a tree, landing next to him and lying face-down on the ground.* "Owwww."
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[i]His minigun immediately shifts down, aiming at the creature.[/i] Jesus Christ that's an ugly mutie.... [i]his voice was filtered, and mildly agitated.[/i]
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*He stands up and his eyes widen when he sees the man aiming the minigun at him.* "Whoa, whoa, whoa... Please don't shoot me." *He speaks with a strange, unidentifiable accent. He is only five feet tall and he is wearing a slightly metallic duster. He seems to be some sort of cat/wolf creature. His snout is like a wolf's except it is a little shorter. He has a catlike nose as well as bright green catlike eyes. He has large pointy ears and there is a light blue tuft of fur between them that looks a little like a Mohawk. Most of the fur on his face is blue but the rest is slate. He has a long fluffy tail that has blue fur on the top and slate fur on the bottom. On his back is a large, metallic backpack.
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What in the actual f*ck are you? [i]he asked, the weapon remaining aimed down at the individual.[/i]
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"I'm a Sphirinian, what are [i]you[/i]?"
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A f*ckin' human wearing armor. [i]he spat back.[/i]
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"No need to be rude."
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This isn't rude, believe me. It's quite normal.
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"Well I find it kind of rude... Can you put the gun away and tell me who you are?"
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How about this? I keep my guns out because why the hell not, and you ask around between the oldies as to who Alex Wilson is. Got it? Good. [i]Not much of a nice guy.[/i]
