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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Orn:
9/11/2016 9:29:55 PM
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[i][u]The Death of a God[/u][/i]
"[b]WITNESS ME, DOJO! FOR I AM YOUR RECKONING!!"[/b]
[i]The Nameless King's deep voice boomed from the heavens as the God himself slammed down from the sky, electricity coursing from his muscles as he rose from the crater he had caused as he landed. His Dragonscale armor had been shined, his 11'4 foot long swordspear coursing with bright yellow lighting. The golden crown he wore stood out among the strands of ash protruding from his headdress, the gold gleaming brightly in the sunlight.
He would destroy the Dojo. It was time to end this.
Once and for all.
Of course...he had to consider her.
What if she was coming? What if...what if she could stop him?
No. That wouldn't happen. It would be impossible.
He was the son of GWYN. A GOD. He was unstoppable. He was immortal.
The King roared as he began his approach, each step he took shaking the barren dirt beneath him.[/i]
[spoiler]Open.
Yes, the King dies.
No, he will not die to you.
He will die to someone rather...special.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]Slowly and confidently walking up to the Nameless King, was a muscular man in.. pajamas. The white and blue striped clothes hugged the tall man's body a bit.. too much, showing off his abs and.. biceps.. And.. Idk. Jason stopped about five feet before the Dark Souls boss, groggily looking up, his head slightly tilt to the right. He then took a deep breath, tapping on the stone pavement below him with his flip flop. [/i] "Oi. What the bloody 'ell is this here CRAP?! People are tryin' to fückin' sleep. Well, I am, anyway.." [i]The.. interesting man ran his left hand through his very messy and unkempt bed hair, a displeased look on his face.[/i]
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[i]The King simply looked down upon Jason with a rather disturbed look, evident by the look of disgust seen in his obsidian black eyes, and the fact that he had tightened his grip on his golden spear as well. He was genuinely confused about why the man who approached him was wearing pajamas, of all things. What of the so-called warriors of the Dojo? Where were they? It didn't matter too much to the King. He figured Jason was some sort of deity or god that hadn't revealed himself just yet.[/i] [b]"What the hell are you doing, fool?! Kneel before me."[/b]
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[i]Jason looked up at the giant before him, his bushy eyebrows tilted rather angrily, his left blue eye twitching while his hands clenched into fists, knuckles going white. [/i] "First you interrupt my sleep.. Then you call me a fool while demanding me to bow?! ARE YOU FÜCKIN' KIDDIN' ME?! With all due fückin' respect, you fück, GO FÜCK YOURSELF YA GODDÄMN PIECE O' SHITE ON THE SIDE OF A ROAD!" [i]The man before the Nameless King then took a very deep, shaky breath, his hands slowly relaxing as he calmed himself down.[/i] "Now, you.. Guy with the terrible hair.. Apologize."
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[i]The Nameless King simply stared down upon Jason more, silently looking at him before signing heavily. He shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. He seemed to actually enjoy the whole situation, especially as it escalated to the point where Jason had cussed out a god.[/i] [b]"You truly are pathetic, worm. Do us both a favor and end yourself."[/b] [i]The King began laughing rather loudly, not noticing the figure that had suddenly appeared into sight behind him. It had a feminine posture, wearing a suit of knight armor consisting of carbon, ceramic, kevlar, and steel, alongside red and ash grey cloth, which was slightly burning at the moment. A 6'7 metal lance suddenly formed within the figure's hand, the weapon coiled and burning with red flames. She began to silently approach, the King still laughing loudly.[/i]
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[i]Jason noticed the figure sneaking up on the Nameless King because a giant flaming sword is pretty noticeable, and decided to warn the fück even though he was a total prick, [/i] "Dude, bro, stop being a dick. There's someone sneaking up on you with a giant coiled sword. She looks like a knight. Weird 'cause it's fückin' modern ages." [i]Jason's eyes were very much focused on the knightess behind the Nameless Prïck, his eyebrows furrowed in curiousity. [/i] "DUDE STOP LAUGHING, THERE'S SOME KNIGHT CHICK GONNA STAB YOU WITH A COILED SWORD THINGY!"
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[b]"Ahaha-Wait, what?"[/b] "You f*ck." [i]The Nameless King turned around, a look of terror engulfing his face. Why he feared a knightess was unknown, unless they had met before. The knightess began a charge with the lance, pointing the molten tip right at the Nameless King, who was simply backing away from her as if he feared her.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/12/2016 6:18:10 PM[i]Jason growled, charging forward and, instead of pushing the King aside, jumped before the sword like an actual retard, a faint grin on his face as he he yelled out, [/i] "WHY IN THE FÜCK AM I POTENTIALLY SACRIFICING MY FÜCKIN' LIFE FOR SOME PRICK?! AND WHY IS A KNIGHT TRYING TO STAB HIM?! I MEAN, HE'S A DÏCK BUT THIS IS OVERKILL!" [i]The man in the striped pajamas sure as well was stupid. Or brave. Maybe both. Or.. hell, is there really a difference?[/i]
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[i]The knightess suddenly stopped, her feet sliding on the ground as dust blew up from behind her. Tilting her head, she held the coiled lance to her side, the tip of the weapon molten and burning hot, something that some would hopefully wish to avoid. The Nameless King growled at her, rising up into the air slowly, his feet pushing him off the ground as he silently stared at the woman, who had begun circling the two slowly, still gripping her weapon and silent as well.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/13/2016 9:30:53 AM[i]Of course, Jason's right arm was made out of two very hard materials. Ceramic and adamantium. It could take a hell of a beating.[/i] "HOLD ON! Who in the 'ell is this 'ere chick and why is she attempting to stab ye?" [i]Jason asked the Nameless King as he twirled on his feet, keeping Anri in sight at all times, his forest green prosthetic hand clenched into a fist, and ready to fire.[/i] "'Nd how the hell are ya floatin' in the air like a balloon? An electric balloon.. With bad hair. And a shit personality.. I still don't know why I saved you! May be 'cause I enjoyed the conversation a little.. Either way, I ain't lettin' ya die so let's kill this chick."
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[i]The chick, as Jason had referred to her as, or Anri, looked slightly surprised at Jason's words. She figured that he had no idea of what the King had done recently, and what his true intentions were. She was actually trying to defend the Dojo. By killing the Nameless King, who was...attacking. Lowering her lance for a moment, Anri tilted her head as if actually confused.[/i] "Um...he's going to kill everyone if you don't stop him. You...know that, right?" [i]Anri was speaking to Jason about the King's true intentions, her voice peaceful and kind. The King had remained where he was, about to charge towards Anri.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/13/2016 11:16:08 AM[i]Jason was simply just awoken by all the noise the Nameless Ässhole had made - without even having heard what he had said. Jason simply shrugged. [/i] "Oh really, now? Is that why ya came outta nowhere and tried to fückin' stab the prïck? Well, he is a bag o' dïcks.. You've been.. kind-er than him. Ya know what? Just 'cause ya sound nicer and haven't yelled at me.. [i]He threw his hands in the air with a shrug, walking over to Anri's side before turning to the Nameless King of Dïcks. [/i] "I'll help ya." [i]Yep. The Irish Texan but at the same time Russian dude decided to help Anri for those very simple reasons. [/i] "I ain't got me stuff, though, so I won't be as useful as I'd like."
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[i]Snickering slightly, Anri shook her head as she began speaking once more, actually somewhat grateful that Jason had switched sides.[/i] "You could probably run into the Dojo, get your things, and get back out here. The fight would probably be over, but...you could." [i]Growling with rage, the Nameless King still waited in the same place, black obsidian eyes staring at his two opponents hatefully, his grip tightening on his spear.[/i]
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[i]Jason just shrugged as he extended his open right hand at the shaft of the Nameless King's spear, planning on at least yanking it away so Anri had a window to attack.[/i] "Nah, lass. The best weapon a soldier has is himself." [i]And with those words, Jason's hand launched, accompanied by a loud bang. The open hand flew through the air like a goddamn rocket, a black rope-like thing string leading from the hand to Jason's arm.[/i] "And I also got me prosthetics to count on, ya know?"
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[i]Unable to react, even though he had years of training, the grapple thing latched onto the King's spear, tugging it away from him slightly as he roared in rage. [/i] "I guess. Thanks." [i]Anri immediately charged, aiming the tip of her blade at the Nameless King's waist, who was still trying to tug his spear away.[/i]
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[i]The metal hand's grip was very strong, fingers clenching around the shaft like a vice (oh baby) while the metallic rope was attempting to reel the hand in.[/i] "HAHAHAHAHAHAH! I GOT YA NOW, YA FÜCKIN' DÏCK WEED! EAT SHÏTE, YA GODDÄMN FÜCK! YA DON'T INSULT LI'L OL' JASON!" [i]The very vulgar man yelled at max power, his voice echoing through the Dojo and being heard from probably the other side of the planet. [/i]
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[b]"YOU INC-"[/b] [i]The King could say no more, as Anri's blade penetrated through his armor and tore through his flesh, the tip protruding from the god's very back. He gasped in pain, falling over as Anri tore the sword out. She raised the blade up, the flames magnifying around it until it became a literal greatsword, the fire shaping it to look as if it was actually one.[/i] "...Off with your head." [i]Before the Nameless King could even raise his head, Anri suddenly slammed the blade down upon his neck, slicing it off completely. The god's body fell to the ground with a thud, his head rolling away as blood spilled upon the barren earth at Anri's feet.[/i] "Well. That was easy." [i]The knightess chuckled to herself, watching the King's head roll. His hand let go of the spear, and it slowly made its way to Jason, as he was still grappled to it.[/i]
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[i]Jason chuckled grimly, enjoying the sight because he's an edgy bastard. He loved seeing blood, head roll.. Especially if both things belonged to some prïck. [/i] "No need to thank me, lass. 'Course, I'm not saying ya couldn't have done it without li'l Jason.. But I made it easier, methinks." [i]Jason said with a proud undertone, a grin on his face as he watched the sword spear very reeled in, the process now going pretty quickly since there was no resistance. Once the hand clicked into place and the fingers were still tightly wrapped around the spear's shaft, the Russian slowly raised the weapon, weighing it horizontally in his hand with an approving nod and groan. [/i] "Maybe cut off just a li'l bit from the bottom to make it more useable by someone my size.. This shite'll be fine and real dandy."
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[b]As he began his approach, footsteps were heard. Eventually, a Legion hit squad ran up to him, two Centurions and the Legate himself. The Centurions both had gauss rifles, very powerful weapons. The Legate, however, was much better armed. On his hip was his red hunting revolver. On his back were two weapons, his sword made of scrap metal, and his gauss rifle that had painted skills wearing NCR helmets on them. On the Legate's fist was a ballistic fist. He wore his shining, metal armor.[/b] Legate: "Halt, Profligate. You will not pass."
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[i]The Nameless King suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking down upon the ones that blocked him off from entering the Dojo. The ex-god's grip on his golden spear tightening, electricity coursed through his arms as he spoke, a rather dark and intense tone to his voice as he stared right at the Legate with black obsidian eyes.[/i] [b]"And who are you to prevent my access, scum?! Kneel."[/b]
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"You dare call the Legate of the mighty Caesar's Legion scum? I should have you skinned where you stand. Leave, Profligate. You will be beaten into the dirt. You are not worthy of entrance."
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Edited by Orn: 9/12/2016 11:50:39 AM[b][u]"NOT WORTHY OF ENTRANCE?!"[/u][/b] [i]The last comment that the Legate had made had angered the King...quite a lot. Electricity flared from his body rapidly as he rose up, roaring in pure rage as he raised his spear above his head, a look of utmost fury on his face.[/i] [b]"You DARE?!"[/b]
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"I do, in fact, dare. Now leave, Profligate, before I have a cross made especially for you to lash you to it." [b]The Legate was clearly enjoying angering the King, it was quite funny.[/b] "You do not belong. Even if you get past me, there are tens of others can each slaughter you with a thought."
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Edited by Orn: 9/12/2016 8:06:02 PM[i]The King only growled, before raising his spear up and then slamming down upon the group, roaring with pure anger as his spearhead was heading straight for the Legate's chest.[/i]
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[b]The Legate had drawn his sword when the King raised his spear, and brought it into a defensive stance, knocking the spear off to the side. Meanwhile, the two Centurions shot the King with maximum charge rounds.[/b]
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[b]Suddenly, the sound of a non-cannon fires. The king looks around, trying to find where the sound came from. But then he was knocked to the ground by some immense mass. [/b] "BULLSEYE DICKHEAD!" [b]The deity rolls across the ground, his hat falling off. He gets up quickly, picking up his hat and brushing it off before putting it back atop his head.[/b]
