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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/18/2016 4:47:36 PM
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[u][b]Time: 21:54
Location: Dojoville
Title: For the Führer![/b][/u]
[i]A man slowly walked the path of Dojoville, each step making a gentle thud whenever they hit the stone pavement beneath him. He grinned beneath his midnight black, skullshaped helmet, blood red eyes shimmering dangerously in the moonlight.
In the German's armoured and gloved hands, were [url=https://imgur.com/Ezktwwy]two midnight black MG42's[/url], the paint glimmering in the moonlight. The two guns were decorated with crimson red swastikas on the barrel, the trigger, and the each side of the black leather wrapped grip. The two rope thingies slowly moved back and forth with every step and, when the soft mountain wind brushed past them, same for the two belts of bullets that were wrapped around Jack's waist.
Slung diagonally across the man's chest, was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MP44_-_Tyskland_-_8x33mm_Kurz_-_Arm%C3%A9museum.jpg]Sturmgewehr[/url], the paintjob being the same as the one the two heavy machine guns have, a large drum magazine being the only.. visible modification.
At the man's right thigh was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Parabellum_1586.png]Luger P08[/url], the paintjob, of course, being the same as every other gun's. Midnight black with crimson red swastikas.
Diagonally on the Näzi's back, with the butt sticking out from behind his right shoulder, was a [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:SPAS-12_stock_folded.jpg]SPAS-12[/url], this gun having no modifications at all. Just the same paintjob.
The German stopped walking, slowly looking around himself and at the very curious crowd that had surrounded him. Jack growled as he raised the two heavy machine guns, some people stumbling away. [/i]
"YOU FOOLS!"
[i]The man sneered at the crowd, his right eye twitching as he pressured both triggers without a warning. The two weapons started spewing .50 cal bullets, each bullet tearing through someone, blood splattering the ground and buildings as the projectiles tore through people, leaving giant holes in their wake.
With screams of fear and surprise, the people started running, pushing one another out of their way in a hurry to get away from the murderer, only to fall prey to the many bullets the man was during. [/i]
"DIE! DIE, YOU VERMIN! FOUL ANIMALS! CAN YOU NOT SEE WE GERMANS ARE THE SUPERIOR RACE?! DIE, DIE, DIE!"
[i]Locust yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice loud and raspy, a very thick German accent lacing his every loud and angry word. A deep, delightful laugh followed, the German's posture heaving as the laugh turned plain maniacal.
The creaks between the stones in the pavement were filled with the blood of corpses by now, mounds of dead, mutilated people laying to the sides of the street, blood pooling beneath them. [/i]
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FOR ZE REICH, VERMIN! FOR MEIN FÜHRER! HEIL HITLER! HEIL HITLER! HEEEEEIIIIL!"
[i]The man screamed as he lowered the guns, the rain of bullets stopping as smoke drew from the fire orange barrels, bullet casings laying in two piles; one to each side of the German.
The man chuckled to himself, guns raising again as he continued his trek, everyone having fled inside by now. Each of his steps created a soft splash as he put his feet down in the thick layer of blood that covered the street. Jack loved it all. Every. Single. Bit. [/i]
[spoiler]Open as all fück. [/spoiler]
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[i]As soon as the Názi mentioned turning into a cat, of all things to turn into at the moment, Irina's eyes suddenly widened as she slightly grinned, looking up at Jack with a wild glint of slight excitement in her piercing blue eyes. It was a little known fact, but Irina actually somewhat liked cats. In truth, she loved cats, and Jack's strange ability to turn into one sounded amazing to her, really. She nodded with a happiness not before seen, the grin widening with every nod she performed.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/22/2016 7:07:45 AM[i]Said Näzi curiously raised his right eyebrow, peering at the lady before him, his left eye closed halfway - though both blood red eyes were shimmering with curiousity. [/i] "Ein Katze, hmm? Well, as long as you don't expect me to purr und act like a pet, ja?" [i]Jack said to Irina with a chuckle, his left eye opening completely again. He then took a few steps back while taking a very deep breath. Then.. his entire body started to shift and change, his flesh beneath the armour turning and transforming. Slowly, his body became smaller and smaller.. until he was the size of a lion cub, and the shape of an ordinary house cat - except, he was still wearing his armour.. which had shrunk and shifted with him, still perfectly accommodating his form. He then fücking mewled like a cat, his tail swaying slowly behind him. [/i]
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[i]Irina's usually pale face lit up with apparent joy as she suddenly crouched down, petting the cat that was in truth, Jack. Out of some newfound love, or hell, just because he was suddenly a cat, the Vileblood Huntress immediately lifted him up, holding Jack like a mother would hold a small child, or an infant. She looked around for a moment, now utterly confused, for she had no idea on what to do at the moment. All she knew was that she was holding a Nàzi that just turned into a cat, really.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/22/2016 5:05:32 PM[i]Suprisingly enough.. Locust's voice then whispered from the cat skull-shaped helmet, his voice still as raspy and shrill as always, with the same thick German accent.. pony now it was accompanied by.. fücking purring. [/i] "Listen, ja? We need to get out of here.. If we stay, we would be captured und worse. And, since you are carrying me-" [i]He said, his words being interrupted by a displeased growl.[/i] "I need you to take us somewhere.. Somewhere safe, ja? They wouldn't expect you, probably.. Wait." [i]The armour protecting the cat started to bubble and it slowly flowed away from Jack's body, and onto Irina, forming into a black bracelet around her right wrist. Now that the armour was gone, a massive and midnight black cat was revealed, blood red eyes shimmering in the moonlight. [/i] "Now I am less.. suspicious."
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[i]Irina only nodded towards the cat, staring at the black bracelet for a moment before looking up again, thinking deeply about where exactly she would go at the moment. She was pretty sure that she wasn't welcome at the Dojo at all, considering how much of a maniac she truly was. As for Dojoville...well, she could always find a small room for her and possibly Locust to live in, probably in a tavern or something. Then again, Irina was rather poor, so that idea was out of the window. She could give the Dojo...a try. Irina pointed at the Dojo, which casted it's shadow upon the town, looking down back at Jack for his response. [/i]
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[i]The cat's two eyes followed to where Irina pointed, his head nodding in approval. [/i] "Ja.. That should work.. Warriors from all over collect here, so morality and ze like should not matter.. People could always attack, though.. But then we'll just kill them.. Kill them dead.." [i]A dark, grim chuckle came from the cat.. which was weird, because, well, it was a cat. Then again.. Näzis shape-shifting into cats was pretty weird, too.[/i] "Und I am more than capable of slaughtering any vermin.. Combining our forces, however.. We'll slaughter them all! Now, go. We must get out of here, ja?"
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[i]Irina simply nodded, beginning to sprint towards the Dojo while carrying the cat-Locust, her leather cape fluttering past her as she both ran and cradled the cat in both of her arms, trying to seem as comfortable to Locust as truly possible. She ran over the dead bodies from earlier, leaping over some and sprinting past others, blood covering her boots. After several minutes, she and Locust reached the massive doorway that lead into the Dojo. She looked at who she strangely considered a leader, or as the Názis would have said, a Führer.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/23/2016 1:31:42 PM[i]The Führer stayed silent for the entire sprint, only occasionally mewling like a cat to not raise suspicions.. Though a lass in blood covered boots, sprinting would've already been suspicious enough, I suppose.. Once the two were before the gate.. Jack just stared at it in silence, his blood red eyes looking at the wooden structure. [/i] "Warded with spells, hmm? Well, if we can't get in.. I suppose we'll just have to lure them out, ja? We both cause as much havoc as we can.. Slay the foul vermin, lure the other little bugs out. Ja, that's our plan. Or do you have a different idea?"
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[i]Irina only nodded approvingly of the supposed plan, slightly grinning as she looked up at the massive walls that surrounded the Dojo, and served as an exterior for the place. Nothing too exciting ever really happened here, and the ones that did react to any chaos...well, they weren't much compared to some enemies Irina had faced over the years. She looked back into the cat-Führer's blood red eyes with her own light blue ones, awaiting her next orders.[/i]
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"Irina; set me down." [i]Locust ordered, his crimson eyes reflecting Irina's face.. Except twisted and morphed.. The midnight black bracelet around Irina's wrist then flowed down her hand, growing and shifting once it came into contact with Jack's black fur. Soon, the Näzi cat was completely encased by his suit of armour. [/i] "Unless you want to be cradling an adult man.." [i]The cat grumbled, still displeased by the way Irina was holding him. He, truly, preferred to just.. walk around the place. Being held made him feel weak, as if he depended on the one carrying him.. He didn't like it at all. [/i]
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[i]Irina only nodded, setting Führer Locust down onto the barren dirt and backing away as she waited for him to transform. In all honest truth, she would be perfectly fine with carting Locust around for a while, as he was the only person in this god-forsaken place that shared somewhat similar opinions and views on things.[/i]
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"Heil my brother!" A old man said, walking up to the street and staining his cane and loafers.
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[i]The German snapped around, his blood red eyes cautiously darting over the grandpa, Jack's guns lifting up halfway. He pulled his right eyebrow up in curiousity, head tilt to the left. [/i] "You," [i]The man begun, a pause following. He then spoke again, his voice raspy and laced with a very thick German accent. [/i] "You belong to ze Reich? Klasse.. Fantastisch.. Tolle!"
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"What? Where am I?" Gramps said to the German, his accent sounding somewhat British, except old. "Who the hell are you?" Chances are the man was senile and didn't know what he was doing. [spoiler]inb4TRIGGERED[/spoiler]
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[i]Tendrils started to sprout from the man's chest, the armour bubbling and shifting. The tendrils wrapped around both of the guns in his hands, pulling them to his chest, and keeping them there. [/i] "You.. YOU AREN'T GERMAN AT ALL! SUBMIT TO ZE GERMAN RACE, FOUL VERMIN!" [i]The Näzi screamed as he pulled the Luger P08 from his thigh, swiftly aiming it at the old man, his muscle density and volume getting higher while his skin hardened - all to reduce the recoil to practically nothing. [/i]
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Sakuret delivered a swift kick to the German's dick. "Are you fücking triggered?" The 'Old man' said, opening his overcoat and placing on two Human Sized Lightning Claws. Electricity danced and sparked between the claws. "I mean I fücking want to play a joke and this shit is what I get, god dammit." Sakuret, using his hand peeled off the flesh from his skin, revealing the wrinkles was just makeup.
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[i]The kick did absolutely nothing to the man - though it did damage the shields slightly. The German growled, his left hand bubbling and shifting, the armour flowing away to show a bubbling red mass of his hand. [/i] "YOU ARE BRITISH! FOUL ANIMAL!" [i]Jack screamed as he started walking back while his left fist transformed. He swiftly pulled the trigger of his Luger, firing a .45 ACP round at General Serra- I mean, Sakuret. [/i]
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The bullet got caught in a explosion mid-air and General Serr-Sakuret ran into a nearby building, breaking the window to get in. "Damn...been a while since I have done that. Really takes one out of me...." [spoiler]Yup. The guy can make explosions. Just not insta kill ones though.[/spoiler] "Now chances are Näzi fücktwat will follow me...except I'm in a empty building... Fück." Sakuret said, in the empty but small room of the building.
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[i]Jack growled, the armour on his left forearm starting to bubble and shift, before seeping away, revealing bubbling, dark red flesh. The forearm slowly started to lengthen, until it was just a little longer than Jack was wide. It also started to extend upwards and downwards, forming a riot shield-like thing, the only viewing thing being the slit at eye height. [/i]
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"Come on out ya fückin' Dog! Chances are you'll just get your arse handed to again!" Sakuret said, clearly trying to enrage him. "Come on out wherever you are! I'm in here!"
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[i]The armour seeped back over the exposed flesh of the shield, protecting the otherwise unprotected flesh from harm. Then, a thick, hardened layer of biomass covered the front of the shield, a grin forming on the German's thin lips. [/i] "I'm coming, filthy bug," [i]Jack growled as he started walking towards the building, his right hand clenched around the grip of his Luger, which currently had nine rounds remaining. [/i]
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Sakuret gripped his Lightning Claws tightly and slowly made his way to the front door. [i]Come on...This will end for us both shortly...[/i] He thought to himself, waiting on the German to enter. [i]Shit the window...[/i] Sakuret thought again, bringing his back to the wall and the claws pointed to his left and right and looking between both directions carefully.
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[i]The German paused about five feet before the door, peering at the closed door in silence. He knew there likely was a trap waiting for him.. why else would this old man be so hellbent on getting Jack inside? The Näzi chuckled, his stance shifting to a more comfortable one while he remained behind his large shield. He then finally spoke up, his tone mocking and teasing, [/i] "Come on out, old man.. Or are you afraid?"
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"OW SHIT! LEG CRAMP FÜCK!" Sakuret shouted as a loud thump hit the ground. "IT HURTS SO GOD DAMN MUCH!" Sakuret shouted again, but in reality this was all a simple trick to lure the German in. Sakuret didn't fall on the floor at all, he simply stomped his boot on the ground to imitate the sound. He was still in his original position, grinning to see if he'd fall for it which was likely.
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"Really? How would you even fall from what I assume is a crouching position?" [i]Jack said with a plain disappointed sigh, the shield shrinking and thinning until it disappeared into his forearm, the original shape returning. He then sighed again, slowly shaking his helmeted head to the left and right.[/i] "I'm not stupid, foul vermin. If you're not coming out, I'm just going to leave and kill some more, ja?" [i]And with those words, the German turned to the left, a smirk on his face. Really, all he cared about was the joy of the kill. The feeling he got when extinguishing someone's flame. Edgy shit. [/i] "So, yeah, have fun there, ja?"
