originally posted in:The New Dojo
*As he waits, he notices a strange man watching him from the distance. The man was 5'10, and rather thin for a guy who looks to be in his early 30s, but also has some sort of energy coming off of him, an aura of strength if you will. He wears a black skin tight cotton shirt and pants, and black leather combat boots. A crimson sash is slung across his body, attached to it a white plasma sniper. His face looks rather normal, a scarred but handsome face, a crew cut, and some slight stubble, but his blazing crimson eyes make him look... Different. Creepy, almost. He doesn't move, just watches the figure with intrigue.*
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[b][i]The mysterious stranger's hands shot towards the figure and aimed precisely. He remained silent, before firing a single shot from either of his handcannon. The shot from Joy looked to be coated in flames, and the shot from Despair appeared to be coated in void. The screamed towards the figure with deadly velocity and accuracy.[/i][/b]
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*And yet the shot from Despair seems to miss as he dissolves into the ground, reforming behind the stranger and kicking him in the small of his back, then slashing at his arm*
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[b][i]The kick pushed him forward, disorienting him, before he quickly took on a fire like form and evading to the left before reappearing and firing a barrage of shots at him with both guns.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar jumps back, recoiling slightly, but regains his strength and slashes across the figure's face*
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He dove backwards, the sword grazing his cheek. Wilhelm shot at Mortar as he dove back.
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*He tries to slice the bullet in half like a badass, but fails and jumps back. He dissolves into the ground and reforms behind the man, tackling him and disarming him*
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[b][i]The man was disarmed but his body began to cover in purely crimson flames.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar, who is completely fireproof, doesn't care as he punches the man in the face*
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[b][i]The man raised his flame shrouded wrist and tried to block the punch from Mortar. His hood fell off, revealing a man in his mid thirties. He had jet black hair, and he looked fairly young. His left eye glowed white with a void-like pupil, while his right eye was black like the night, with a bright, sun-like pupil. He gritted his teeth, his jawline tense.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar looks at him while he forms an iron ball under the man. He then jumps off as it explodes*
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[b][i]The man was launched forward, the fire shrouding his body flaring as he was flung by the explosion. He landed on the ground with a thud, groaning. The fire on him flared, growing brighter, as flame like hands tossed his guns back to him. He didn't fire at Mortar, though he kept his guns in his hand, and watched him.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar watches the man, a slight smile crosses his face* You're not a bad combatant
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[b][i]The man flashes a charming grin.[/i][/b] [i]"You're not so bad yourself, y'know."[/i] [b][i]He put his guns into his holsters, and bowed.[/i][/b]
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Thanks. Y'know, if ya wanna join, you can if ya want. You didn't even have to fight me unless you plan on fighting other members
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[i]"I see. I accept the offer."[/i] [b][i]He nodded. He pulled his hood over his head, shrouding his eyes in shadow.[/i][/b]
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Great. *he holds out his free hand to shake* Mortar. You?
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[i]"Wilhelm."[/i] [b][i]He shook his hand firmly.[/i][/b]
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Well, nice to meet you. *He lets go after a moment and turns to face the Dojo* It's a great place, isn't it?
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[i]"Indeed."[/i] [b][i]He said, the Dojo standing before him.[/i][/b]
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*Mortar sighs a little* Let me show you to your dorm.
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[i][b]Wilhelm nodded, following Mortar.[/b][/i]
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*He walks up to a large building that looks like an apartment complex. He walks up to the entrance and holds the door open*
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[b][i]Wilhelm stepped through, waiting to follow Mortar.[/i][/b]
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*He walks through the doorway and up a few flights of steps. He then goes down a long hall until he stops at one specific door. Room 213*
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[b][i]Wilhelm stops in front of the door.[/i][/b] [i]"I take it this is my room, then?"[/i]