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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/14/2016 2:44:04 AM
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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]
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"Energy shielding? Come on Lordan, grow a pair." [i] He says with a smirk, and in a blur, draws his white and gold katana Savior. He draws it across his body vertically, forming a wall of hardlight trailing from the blade that the rounds slam into, shattering the wall in a shower of light. [/i]
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[i]"Trust me... You don't want to see my pair."[/i] [b]Damien reloads his gun in a flash, this time loading in a specialty round with red tips. This time, he walks backwards as he fires the rounds, small blasts of light filling the air as small flash bullets explode mid flight.[/b]
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[i] Lance's lenses in his mask immediately darkened, shielding his eyes from the light. Once they were done with, they lit back up, Lance sheathing the tanto and reaching behind his waist, drawing a .500 Magnum. [/i] "Surprise, this samurai's packing." [i] He says with a grin, firing off six of the massive rounds at once towards Damien.[/i]
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[i]"Well... That's a pretty gun... But that's only going to do so much dear May."[/i] [b]Damien chuckles as the bullets cascade off his shielding in bravado... Each one frying like a small bug.[/b] [i]"Besides... I'm packing even more."[/i] [b]Damien quickly pulls his sniper from his back, cocking back the release and turning on the rail coil.[/b] [i]"Let's play..."[/i] [b]Suddenly, Damien splits into two... Then three... Then four... Holograms, five Damiens in total... Each quickly taking aim and firing... Each one actually shooting a solid bullet. These weren't just regular clones... These were 3-D digitizations.[/b]
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[i] Lance grins, standing fast against the projectiles. His mask retracts back, showing his face that hadn't aged a day.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/0TjwO "Absorb." [i] He mutters, his icy blue eye glazing grey, liquid like shadows trailing from his eye socket and down his cheek, his form shimmering once the rounds hit him and disappear. [/i] "Return." [i] He says, the same liquid shadows flowing from his other eye, the rounds erupting from his form back at the middle Damien, the original he was sure, considering they hadn't moved. He knew he was playing with fire by using seals against Damien, but what the hell?[/i]
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[b]Damien rolls his eyes under his helmet... He was the designated master of seals... More so... He was the silent speaker, able to use his without words.[/b] [b]With a swipe of his hand, the projectiles freeze and turn to small knives, each of his digitizations taking one and rushing forward at Lance, sloppy formation, clearly intentional.[/b]
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[i] Lance rolls his eyes. Figures, he thought to himself.[/i] "Are my seals literally any use against you, or should I just stop trying now?" [i] He says with a grin, making his revolver vanish and drawing his second sword, the Dragon Blade, in his left hand with Savior in his right.[/i] "You may be a pro with seals, but now I'm gonna teach what the World's Greatest Swordsman looks like Lordan." [i] He bent slightly at his knees, one sword poised out in front of him while the second rested on his shoulder. [/i]
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[i]"Unless you've got a seal I've never seen before, you might be out of luck, Damien remarks, unfolding a blade from his hip and pulling the sheath off.[/i] [b]It was a blood red blade, glistening like freshly poured crimson. Electricity sparked off of it as it seemingly dripped with red sparks, humming slightly with energy. The Crimson Muramasa... Given to him by and old friend.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/EzH6ou1.jpg[/spoiler] [b]Damien crouches low as his digitizations close the gap and bring their black knives towards Ronin...[/b]
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"Nice sword." [i] Lance comments interested, before his Dragon Blade sparks with blue plasma on the edge, Savior humming a faint blue. Lance attacks the first clone, batting away the small knife and sinking his katanas into his gut, before extracting them and whirling to face the next one. [/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 9/15/2016 3:34:25 AM[b]The two remaining bump off each other and slide low, slashing at Lance's feet as Damien types away at something on his arm, small thrusters extending from his back as he slowly lifts up into the air.[/b] [b]Slowly, panels on his wrists fly open and three consecutive barrels extend out, the far right on each one giving off a faint blue as Damien hovers in the air and suddenly let's out a volley of flame towards Lance... Hundreds of degrees pouring towards him and the remaining digitizations.[/b]
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"Ok, Iron Man." [i] Lance mutters, stabbing his swords into the ground to block the cuts before they came to his legs, spinning and kicking a clone in the face with a savagely aimed boot, and in the same spin, pulling his swords and double slashing the last clone across the back. [/i] [i] Lance straightens up, holding the Dragon Blade vertically. The blade hummed, and the metal seemingly took on a liquid quality, almost like putty as it stretched down and out, covering Lance's form with a wall of steel attached to a hilt. [/i]
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[b]Damien chuckled as the heat began to become excruciating... The temperature rising quickly... Even his wrist chambers glowed red with the extreme heat. The flames took a deep blue color, speckles of yellow firing up as well.[/b] [i]"Gonna have me a fried Ronin... Oven temp."[/i]
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[i] Suddenly, the wall of steel shrank back to its normal katana size, Lance holding it in his left. Raising his right, his forearm glowed blue as the flames began to blast towards him.[/i] "Hydro." [i] He says, and a massive amount of water blasts forth from his hand and the area around it, quickly overtaking Damien's flames, clouding the area with a massive amount of steam. [/i]
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[b]Damien's visor picked Lance up through the cloud with ease. He landed with a clank and drew a small grenade, quickly popping the clip and throwing it into the steam.[/b] [i]"Hey Samurai... Y'know chemistry? Take a wild guess how this pure sodium is gonna react!"[/i]
