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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/14/2016 2:25:12 AM
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[b][i]Courtyard A1[/i][/b]
[i]Ronin stood in front of the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes scanned over the flowing cobalt water and the depiction of the stone Phoenix, and a chuckle escaped his lips.
The guy who used nothing but fire, they dedicated a fountain too. At least there were torches, he supposed it counted for something.
Ronin looked around, shaking his head at the scenery. There was literally a Starbucks inside this place, and Wilson along with Blackjack had been here? He amused himself with Wilson's hulking for sipping from a latte.
It made him wonder what kind of Warriors were actually here, if it was as infamous as he'd been told. Maybe he'd actually find an exhilarating challenge here..[/i]
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*As Ronin looks around at everything, many of the people being large and muscular, a new, interesting type of man stands looking at him. He is rather thin, and, only reaching 5'10, doesn't seem that strong. But something about him makes you second guess yourself. Maybe it's his blazing crimson eyes. Maybe it's the twenty or so throwing knives on his back. Either way, he just stands there, occasionally looking at you*
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[i] Ronin glances at the man, uninterested and not really second guessing anything. He'd seen just about every type, and the throwing knives didn't interest him either. His son carried more than that, and kept them in a more practical place than his back. [/i]
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*He notices your disinterest and gives you a challenging glare as he places his hand on his back. His palm glows slightly as a four and a half foot long dark blue katana broadsword mix forms in his hand. When fully formed, it ignites in ominous emerald green flames which dance around the blade. He looks at you while drawing a line in the dirt with the tip of his blade, as if saying "Cmon. Try me."*
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[i] Considering he had a mask on, and he wouldn't have seen the look of disinterest, the guy must be pretty insecure, Ronin thought to himself with a scoff at the ridiculous blade the man held. Like a Japanese smith tried his hand at a claymore. Ronin turned his head back towards the fountain, a gesture that said he wasn't worth his time. [/i]
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*The man sighs, kinda pissed at the guy* Hey asshole! If I didn't make my self pretty damn clear, I wanna fight you!
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"Oh, you made it abundantly clear. I just don't jump at the chance to fight someone carrying a cosplay sword." [i] He says with a sneer in his voice, metallic and hard through the mask. Like razors on ice.[/i]
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What is it with everyone and Cosplay!? I'm normally a nice guy but I hate someone not taking up my challenge! Now, are you starting or should I?
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[i] He shrugs, glancing sideways at the guy through his mask, popping the white and gold katana loose in its sheath with his thumb, not taking the blade out.[/i] "Challenger makes the first move, if I recall the Rules of Engagement." [i] He says sarcastically. [/i]
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*Sarcasm or not, he starts running towards you, in a slight zigzag pattern until he is close enough to slash at you. He begins to do so, then seems to dissipate into the ground, reforming behind you and slashing at your right leg*
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[i] Ronin smirks and whirls around, his katana already out and swinging upwards, batting his opponents sword upwards and driving his shoulder into his chest, following it up with a sliding side kick into his gut. [/i]
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*He jumps back slightly after being hit, then forms an iron ball the size of a basketball and slams it into your stomach*
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[i] Ronin brings his sword vertically across his body, a wall of hardlight trailing the blade as It moves through the air. The iron ball slams into a solid wall of hardlight, and with a flick of his blade, sends the wall rushing towards his opponent. [/i]
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[i]"One, two, three, four, there's a Ronin time stepping at my door. Five, six, seven, eight, that's something I can appreciate."[/i] [b]A mechanical voice says from behind, the sound of military boots approaching.[/b]
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"Don't quit your day job to become a rapper Lordan. It's better for everyone." [i] Ronin says with a smirk, turning around to face a familiar face.[/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 9/14/2016 2:51:59 PM[b]Damien chuckles, in his familiar attire... Black ceramic plates armor... Two swords... Sniper at the back. A handgun and magnum at his hip. He read like an open book, but only half the hidden pages were showing. Lance already knew that he kept an automatic rifle on his back... There was likelihood it was just somehow hidden.[/b] [i]"Awh come on. Good stuff. Besides, I ain't going around calling people by their last names, now am I?"[/i]
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"No, I am. You should consider yourself special, I only do it to half the people I know." [i] Ronin says with a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. Lance was dressed the same old stuff Damien had seen before, standing tall, at about 6'2", clad in his form fitting, pitch black armor. Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. At the Lance's hip lie his three katanas, but just like Damien, Lance was no one trick pony. The first is a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. The second is more at home, completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. Devoid of color. The third and final blade is rather drab; an olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. And of course, A traditional Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very form just reeked of power and capability. It was almost hard to not be impressed by the confidence in him. https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F https://imgur.com/a/SXcJq[/i]
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[b]Quite opposite of Lance, Damien held a meager, lazy disposition, his posture poor, his body long and lithe... His all ceramic lined carbon fiber moved with every little twitch, the under fibers being quite elastic.[/b] [i]"Special...? Pfft. I'm sure you say that to all the armored men who come by here."[/i] [b]He grins under his glass interface, cracking his knuckles with loud pops, as he shuffles his boots slightly. There was always something about him... Not the sense of lethargic disposition, but the overwhelming sense of a brooding and calculating killer hidden under layers of the most puzzling mindset. It was like he was trained to be an enigma, unable to be read properly...[/b] [i]"I guess I should start calling you May. I'm sure that gets all the ladies."[/i]
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"You'd be the first, that's for sure." [i] He says with a chuckle, his eyes glancing up and down Damien. It was true the man was difficult to read, almost impossible. But Lance was quite good at it and had plenty of practice. He knew he didn't have Damien figured out, but he was getting there.[/i] "So, why is it that you're here exactly?"
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[i]"Assholes need lead in their faces. That kind of thing."[/i] [b]He chuckles as flicks a small rail coil from his belt and twiddles his thumb around the small wires. Such a small thing... Instantaneous power.[/b] [i]"What about you? Come to pray to the Martyr?"[/i]
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"Just got curious really." [i] Lance dips a hand in the fountain, watching the cobalt water flow over his armored hand before withdrawing it.[/i] "They made a fountain, in the name of a guy who called himself Phoenix and torched people for a living." [i] Lance shakes his head with a laugh. [/i] "Oh the irony."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 9/14/2016 11:29:48 PM[i]"Maybe he didn't want to be thirsty..."[/i] [b]Damien remarks, his noise sensors flicking forwards like a cat's ears as if to say he was just holding steady pace to the conversation... Half paying attention... If anything... He could be half asleep.[/b] [i]"Y'know... Of all the 'things' I've seen around here... Your one of the few that's unmistakeable. Kudos."[/i] [b]He says, putting away the small coil and adjusting his belt which rattled with the two blades at his hips. Neither was properly visible, and they seemed folded inwards as if they could bend... Easier to carry that way.[/b] [i]"Question is... Are you just gonna be here to stare at water?"[/i]
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"Is that your slick way of asking me for a fight Lordan?" [i] Lance says, perking up at the mention of a fight. So far he'd found no one that piqued his interest there, but Damien? Oh yeah, Damien would be a good match. [/i]
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[i]"May... Do I look passive aggressive to you?"[/i] [b]Damien chuckles and pulls a small black knife from its sheath right above his left collarbone.[/b] [i]"But hell, if you want your ass kicked that badly... Sure."[/i]
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https://imgur.com/a/udMsa [i] Lance grins under the mask, passing his hand through the air, ending up holding a standard Tanto knife, strapping the sheathe to his thigh.[/i] "I've been looking for that for ten plus years, let's see if you can make my day Lordan." [i] He says with a smirk, and without warning, blasting forward in a spectacular show of speed. When he gets in front of Damien in what seemed like the blink of an eye, he holds the knife in a reverse grip and sends a flurry of slashes at his face and chest. [/i]
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[b]Damien didn't move, in fact, he stood perfectly still...[/b] [b]Lance felt a tickle crawl down his spine as a sudden blast of four thousand volts shot off Damien as his energy shielding blasted on... Sending him back... Not to the ground or high into the air, but just enough for Damien to slide back as he crackled with blue sparks.[/b] [i]"Oh please... Don't trifle me now, Samurai."[/i] [b]Damien smirks under his helmet, pulling out his semi-auto custom handgun, blue laser sight targeting Lance quickly as he fired hyper density uranium depleted rounds.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/19BYgjd.jpg[/spoiler]
