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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/1/2016 9:17:13 PM
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[b]The silence of the firing and flash reduction made Damien a ghost... And by the time she arrived at the pillar, he was leaning against another pillar not far off, reading a newspaper upside down.[/b]
[i]"Question for you. How much gold are you wearing?"[/i]
[b]He asks, looking for something on the paper that was seemingly in a stupid spot.[/b]
[i]"Like karat wise. It looks expensive. You royalty?"[/i]
[b]With a flick of his wrist, he launched a small knife in her direction, the blade twisted and serrated. But something was off about it... Damien didn't seem like one to just chuck a knife.[/b]
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[i]Only dodging the knife by sidestepping suddenly, Olivia only began to approach Damien, holding out her spear and twirling the golden weapon.[/i] "The entire suit is gold, really. Well...not really. I'm expecting this to be an illusion, but..." [i]With a click of a dull grey button, the metallic tip of her spear became covered in a layer of plasma, and Olivia immediately propelled herself towards her target while jabbing at him in the process. She was expecting him to be an illusion, a trap, or...something of the sort.[/i]
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[b]Damien grumbled and shot up, his speed matching her. He knew that she outmatched him up close. Range was his ally right now.[/b] [b]Hanging in the air, two small panels had unfolded from his back, the thrusters spitting out bright blue flame like a jetpack. He hovered there before propelling himself off the pillar and rolling to the ground, pulling his sidearm and firing more antimatter runner rounds at Olivia. They were rushed shots, most missing, others going through her shielding and making dents.[/b] [b]It was clear he wasn't out to cause immense pain or damage. They were just sparring after all... But the bullets were merely denying the soft metal layers.[/b] [i]"Nifty spear. I'll have to get me one."[/i] [b]He jokes, getting to his feet, backing up as he tapped something on his wrist... Now he needed time.[/b]
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[i]Olivia, on the other hand, only remained silent as the shots nailed into her, both stunning her and slightly pissing her off more and more. Instead of going with a melee tactic, she suddenly sheathed her spear and drew her slug-firing, fully automatic shotgun with thirty slugs in the magazine, beginning to hold down the weapon's trigger. Several supercharged plasma rounds began making their way towards Damien, and it may have become clear that Olivia simply didn't care anymore.[/i]
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[b]Damien grumbled and shot backwards as shells pelted his armor and tore down his shielding. His thrusters swooped him backwards just in time to avoid mass damage, rolling into the safety of a pillar.[/b] [i]"Live rounds, eh...?"[/i] [b]Damiem shook his head in disappointment and held his wrist up, the sides unfurling as three longs barrels began to poke up. Damien would wait out the live fire... Shotguns were damn dangerous at this range. He knew his weapons. Shotguns had an effective range, more than most people gave them credit for...[/b] [i]"Tell me when you run out of ammo...!"[/i] [b]He shouts, prepping another attack... Hoping the pillar would survive.[/b]
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[i]Olivia didn't let up, slowly getting closer and closer as the rounds tore through the marble pillar in a rather vicious manner. About twenty shots later, the sounds of the shotgun clicking as if it was out of ammunition could be heard, alongside Olivia cursing in apparent fury. She sprinted towards one of the pillars, hiding behind it to reload her fully automatic weapon.[/i]
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[b]Damien clicks something on his arm and peeks out of cover just to fire an explosive bolt at the pillar Olivia took cover behind. He quickly retreated to his previous spot, pulling his sniper from his back, loading in another antimatter rubber casing.[/b]
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[i]The marble pillar collapse, although Olivia was able to immediately sprint away from the destruction that it caused as it fell to the shining stone floor. She turned back to where she had last seen Damien, raising her loaded shotgun and proceeded to aim it at where he had hidden himself away at.[/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/3/2016 7:52:34 AM[b]Damien swore under his breath and kicked on his thrusters, boosting himself upwards towards the top of his pillar, clinging on as he changed barrels. Time to try something new.[/b] [b]With a snap, and gentle rattle, a small canister suddenly lined towards Olivia... Sparkling purple fumes spewing out of the top... [/b] [b]Damien wasn't about to cause physical harm... But Ronin had taught him his first lesson of the dojo. Mental harm wasn't off the table. Soon, purple haze filled the room as Damien coughed and sputter at his own gas. He designed this shit to get through all kinds of gas filters and fibers... And so it effected him as well... Onset hallucinations quickly taking over his mind... He just had to hope Olivia had a frontal lobe and working lungs.[/b]
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[i]Olivia indeed had both, but nothing could truly prepare her for the hallucinations caused by the purple gases. Suddenly coughing loudly, she held her shotgun in her right hand while placing her left on the pillar next to her, in order to be able to keep herself from falling over. She began shaking her head, closing her eyes under her helm and listening closely for Damien's reaction to her sudden stop in combat. This didn't stop the hallucinating effects, but she was still attempting to concentrate and get through with it as soon as possible. [/i]
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[b]Damien let out some mechanical coughing before falling silent... [/b] [b]From her point, the haze seemed to dawn a new form... Inside the clouds, images of corpses and mangled bodies began to swarm in an out of existence... It was hard to tell if it was the gas... Or something else... Reality began to blur and spiral out of control as the violent images continued to swarm Olivia...[/b] [b]Damien on the other hand, was having a less gruesome experience, but a horrible one nonetheless... For him, the gas took on the form of long fields of grass, dotted with thumb size grasshoppers. Damien crouched low and simply stared at the insects... Horribly disgusted.[/b]
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[i]Under the gold and titanium helm that she wore, Olivia's electric yellow eyes widened in horror as she began backing away from the terrible scenes of gore, taking heavy, shaky breaths and beginning to sweat as she stared upon the hallucinations. Her ridiculous fear of gore was taking over, it seemed, and Olivia felt as if she was about to both throw up and scream.[/i] [i]The knighted eventually backed into a marble pillar, where she closed her eyes and began silently praying, out of some amount of fear. She wouldn't be too capable of combat after this.[/i]
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[b]Hours seemed to pass under the gas, but any clock would have said only a few seconds had slipped by...[/b] [b]The purple haze eventually lifted, Damien in the center of the room, laying on his back staring up at the ceiling... His helmet folded back. He looked pale, and his eyes were glossy.[/b] [i]"You wanna call this one off...?"[/i] [b]He called out, his voice shaky. Probably what he got for using his latest prototype in battle...[/b]
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[i]The knightess didn't respond, but only leaned back against one of the remaining marble pillars at the right side of the room, her breath rather shaky, as if she was actually scared by what she had seen. It could have been much worse, but the gore certainly made her panic. One of her three biggest fears was intense gore, which the hallucination-causing gas exploited greatly. She only looked down at her armored feet, as she was unsure of how to respond to Damien after what she had witnessed.[/i]
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[i]"I'll go with yes... That one needs to be... Worked on some more."[/i] [b]Damien was in the process of creating a heavy agitant after his fight with Ronin... But he had clearly gotten something wrong. He would've apologized... But his mind was still numb... Instead, giving a slight motion to signify his wrong doing.[/b]
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"Y-Yeah..." [i]"Yeah" was the only thing that the young knightess said, her voice shaky and stuttering. She was honestly disturbed by the whole situation, as...well, she hadn't really experienced something of this magnitude yet, though she knew that she would.[/i]
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[i]"Well... That settles it. I owe you lunch or maybe a coffee."[/i] [b]He mumbled, rolling to his feet slowly. He didn't mean it romantically, rather just a courteous gesture. He liked Olivia... As far as new people went. Interesting people were always nice to have on good terms.[/b] [b]With a sigh, he wiped his eyes and used his metal glove to flick away the beads of sweat on his forehead.[/b] [i]"Unless you are a robot... Or if you don't care for company."[/i] [b]He seemed to recover quick, but it helped that he had a neural sensors providing low pressure to his brain every few minutes.[/b]
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"...I-I guess I'd like some company...thanks." [i]The knightess only sighed, holstering and sheathing her weaponry after speaking in a hushed, low tone. She respected Damien quite a lot: he had bothered to assist her with a child, and she still couldn't find a way to thank him for it. She hadn't fought that well against him, and nearly broke down at the sight of gore.[/i] "So, uh...should I shut the virtual reality down?"
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[b]Damien shrugged... Clearly still slightly dazed. But he had a solution on hand. Suddenly two large syringe packs blasted from his armor, Star Wars style. Each one contained bright blue liquid. With a simple kick, Damien lobed one towards Olivia, catching the other with a hand. He wouldn't admit it, most of Olivia's shotgun shells had horrible pelted his armor after tearing through the pillar... Some hitting deep.[/b] [b]With a twist of the back end, Damien slid the needle into his shoulder, color almost instantly returning to his face.[/b] [i]"It's up to you... I'm sure it will construct it the same way again if you came back..."[/i] [b]And with that, Damien nodded to her...[/b] [i]"I think it best we rest up first though... Besides... I need to find a way to get money. I'll be around though, so I'll probably find the tall woman with a spear fairly easily... I hope..."[/i]
