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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2016 12:23:07 AM
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[i] Desmond sneered and cracked the door ever so slightly, the hinges making no noise because he made sure to oil them every night. Not paranoid..just ridiculously prepared. He called the Ka'kari to his skin, the oily black, liquid substance rising through his skin and covering him like a second skin, ultimately turning him invisible. He slipped out into the hallway, walking silently to Chloe's room and whoever else was there, with pistol in hand. [/i]
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[b]There were five men... Or... Beings... Four wore long cloaks that hid their entire bodies, red lines glowing along the rims and sleeves. The final, tallest one, wore a more military style jacket with a hood. It too was black with red lines, but strange black particles drifted off of the material slowly. He had very pale skin with sharp red eyes and pointed nose, his lips cracked with age, and his face wrinkled with years of scowling. Yet [url=https://i.imgur.com/UUWWf7u.jpg]he[/url] had a sort of youth to him. Beyond that, strange war paint around his eyes and parts of his chin, making him out to be a sort of on-hands warrior.[/b] [i]"It's too quiet..."[/i] [b]One of the hooded figures whispered, turning to look down the hall, his face and features covered except for long hands with grey flesh extending past his sleeves.[/b] [i]"Then check the hall if you are so inclined."[/i] [b]The tall one spoke once more, tapping against Chloe's door once more. No doubt, they were of the same species.[/b]
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[i] Desmond didn't necessarily have any probable cause to hurt any of them. He didn't kill on suspicion, and that's all he was right now. But it didn't make him put the gun away or become visible. For now, he stayed out of their as to not bump into any of them accidentally, and watched the one at the door. If things went awry, at least two were dying from bullets to the back of the head before they even knew what happened. [/i]
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[i]"Hmm..."[/i] [b]The robed man eventually began to pace down the corridor, his metal shoes glistening ever so slightly under the bottom of his attire. A golden crest sat around his neck and hung loosely, something depicting a tower or tall building...[/b] [b]He passed Desmond, unaware to his presence, stalking down the hall until he rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.[/b] [b]Meanwhile, the rest and become restless, and now the tall one seemed... Unappeased.[/b] [i]"Enough of this..."[/i] [b]He quickly held out his hand, the door suddenly breaking apart into thousands of red squares before disappearing altogether. He quickly stepped in, the other three simply watching...[/b] [i]"It's empty..."[/i] [i]"Where else could she be? The Sense brought us here..."[/i] [i]"It's been wrong before..."[/i]
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[i] Desmond didn't think they were here with good intentions. The symbol around the guy's neck though..it looked familiar in a way. The robed sort of looked like Chloe's species, but it wasn't a good omen they were busting down doors. Chances are they were there to take her back home..whether she liked it or not. Desmond didn't say anything, except creeping into the room past the other three and to the side of the robed man. Blocked by the view of the doorway from the three in the hall, but directly to the left of the robed man. He felt the barrel of the gun pressed to his temple abruptly, Desmond suddenly becoming visible. Without a shirt and a large gun in his hand, Bowie knife strapped to his thigh, he was quite the sight. Especially because his entire chest was coated in a slick, glossy black substance. [/i] "Now why are we busting down doors? Didn't someone teach you how to knock?" [i] Desmond said low and menacing, the gun against the man's temple only accentuating his point. [/i]
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[b]The man let out a sigh, the tall one stepping back out from the room, the door reforming behind him, his eyes sweeping over Desmond judgementally.[/b] [i]"Why are you pointing a firearm at a stranger's head? If anything... That's the more pressing matter."[/i] [b]The man growled, his hand extending forward as Desmond's gun suddenly became... More light. In truth, the tall being had just removed Desmond's bullets, the metal casings suddenly floating around his hand casually.[/b] [i]"We knocked..."[/i] [i]"What does it even matter to you? We aren't disturbing anyone..."[/i]
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"No, but it sounds like to me you're looking for someone who doesn't want to be found." [i] The black substance stretched down Desmond's arms, covering those from shoulders to fingertips as well..[/i] "And blasting their door down isn't exactly a polite entry." [i] Desmond growls, lowering the pistol. He couldn't shoot it..but he could still smack the shit out of him if need be.[/i]
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[i]"I didn't blast it..."[/i] [b]The man remarked, making a sweeping motion with his hand, causing square shaped particles to drift around as if to mimic the ability he had been using.[/b] [i]"Now, it'd be best to move out of our way... We are busy people and you are in the way."[/i] [b]The tall man folded his arms behind his back, his red stare digging into Desmond in a challenging manner. The robed men said nothing, the fifth one eventually returning, looking between Desmond and his comrades.[/b] [i]"I miss something...?"[/i]
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"Only you're man here being a bit rude. Trespassing and all that. [i] He gave the robed man a droll stare.[/i] "I could truly care less about how busy you are. Now, what do you want with Chloephina?" [i] Desmond said, taking a step towards the man in a challenge, even though he had a few Inches on Desmond. But backing down wasn't something he did. Ever. [/i]
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[i]"Ahhh... I see it now. Lover? Guard? Silent observer? Oh how the tables turn."[/i] [i]"Ignore this guy... He's no threat."[/i] [b]The tall man nodded, his head raising up to look forward slowly moving forward to bypass Desmond. Whatever intimidation he was trying to use wouldn't work on these men...[/b] [i]"So... I missed something... Every time."[/i] [i]"No... This cretin is not a something."[/i]
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"This cretin, is about to kill you." [i] Desmond said quietly, stepping sideways and blocking the man's path with a hard shoulder. Even with a knife and the Ka'kari, he had faith he could take these five. He'd done better. [/i] "What do you want, with Chloephina?" [i] He asked once again, eyes forward and still in the man's way. [/i]
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[i]"She has abandoned her home in a time of need, if you must know... Her parents are important, and miss her very much."[/i] [b]The man looked down at Desmond, his eyes narrowing as he lifted a hand, the floor beneath Desmond suddenly shaking until it disappeared, sending him down into the pipeline.[/b] [i]"Do try and keep quiet..."[/i] [b]The man continued the others following behind slowly as he moved. But the more the robed men moved, the less they seemed like warriors. Perhaps religious leaders... They seemed to walk like monks, just something in their steps. Peaceful, if not mindless idiots.[/b]
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[i] Desmond scoffed at the attempt. He was Ka'karifer, and he was Talented. That was only because of the Ka'kari but..that was besides the point. He reached out a hand as he fell, a ghostly apparition of a hand extending out from his and latching onto the floor edge. With a pull and a burst of telekinesis, he swung himself up and landed on his feet, Bowie knife in his left hand and M45 in his right. [/i] "Ok. We can play like that." [i] A drop of black substance leapt from his hand, molding itself into the shape of a .45 caliber bullet that deposited itself into his pistol. Raising, aiming, and firing in one fluid motion, he shot directly at the man in the back of their little congregation. The Ka'kari had a lot of applications..and making weapons was one. [/i]
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[b]The man's hand swung out, like a jab of lightning on a crisp summer day, catching the bullet before crushing it. Whatever he was, he was not simply strong... He was powerful.[/b] [i]"I don't not fight men that have enough cowardice to hide behind the barrel of a gun."[/i] [b]The robed monks quickly backed up in fear, moreso of their large leader than Desmond... But they didn't want to be a part of this...[/b] [i]"Now... Begone before you make me rethink not killing you immediately."[/i]
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"No problem. A blade works fine." [i] Desmond said, lifting the Bowie knife and launching himself impossibly fast at the man. He swung the large knife in an arc at the man's face, half expecting him to disintegrate his blade..but he was counting on that.[/i]
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[b]That's where Desmond was wrong. This man... Rather... This warrior, merely brought a hand up to block it, the pale white flesh of the fingerless glove connecting with the blade like metal on metal.[/b] [i]"A trained fighter can make his very being harder than iron... A trained seeker can make his mind split the air around him... But a trained zealot, they can do all things through the Sense... Dearest Cretin... Lay down your weapons... Last chance..."[/i] [b]The man seemed to almost be amused by Desmond, the war paint around his eyes wrinkling as his face contorted into a forced smile.[/b]
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"Pass." [i] Desmond said, as the black substance on his arms swarmed downwards onto the Monk's hand where it had grabbed the knife, the substance burning extremely, like acid had been thrown onto the man's hands. Acid made from the sun.. it was hot. [/i]
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[b]The man made no motion of pain, despite the searing anguish in his hand... He had trained for this... 23 years of his life put into this work... It had aged him quickly... He was young, but looked like an old army officer...[/b] [i]"Interesting... You are willing to kill a man who hasn't wronged anyone but the blockade in his way... I guess if I don't stop you here... I die."[/i] [b]There was a sort of wisdom to his words, like he knew this was do or die... But he was so calm... So complacent...[/b] [b]Then, he moved his hand, letting go slowly as the skin melted and seared from the acid. But he seemed... Unphased. Quickly, he swept his hand across the air, a wall of red lines suddenly passing in front of him. Priorities first... The Commitments came fist.[/b] [b]He stepped back, quickly motioning to the four men, slowly following behind them as he bought time for them to escape.[/b] [i]"Come now... To place where we can't harm others... I will not stoop to your level."[/i] [b]The man continued to back up down the hall, still facing Desmond as the floor slowly reformed. Looked like his ability to change the environment only lasted so long, and Desmond's sidearm slowly regained its weight. Whoever he was... He wasn't a villain... He cared about life... If anything, he resembled Chloe... Gentle and quiet demeanor... The difference was his will to fight.[/b]
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"I'm willing to fight you because your meddling in someone's life where you have no right to." [i] Desmond said, feeling the weight of the bullets in his pistol once again. Ok, so his matter manipulation had a time limit.[/i] "My willingness to kill you, depends on you."
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[i]"I'm sure we both know only one walks away..."[/i] [b]He responded, suddenly slipping out of the nearest exit doorway and into the empty courts... The robed monks had all congregated nearby to watch, their Inquisitor something if a spectacle in battle.[/b] [i]"A warm day..."[/i] [b]He remarked, the sun beating down as his skin began to burn and smoke... But he paid no mind. The Elune's weakness... Sunlight... Their sensitive skin something of a fault... But he... He was different. It burned slowly, not like a fire, more like a slow boil.[/b] [i]"Come at me..."[/i]
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[i] Desmond moved then, with impossible speed. It most definitely had something to do with the black, glossy substance coating his body. He lunged towards the monk, slashing the knife in a criss cross pattern at the man's face. This time though, Desmond had coated its blade with the Ka'kari..[/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor followed with the speed, albeit more calmly, his hand moving once gain to meet the blade, this time, red lines shoot across his skin so that an explosion rang out once the knife connected, and Desmond was pushed back.[/b] [i]"How naive... To think I am unprepared because I am different. You may as well cower behind your gun once more."[/i] [b]The Inquisitor's arm lit up with the red pattern, a long red blade like formation forming around the bottom portion like a razor tonfa.[/b] [i]"Once more..."[/i] [b]He was not going on the offensive, rather, keeping his distance and learning about Desmond.[/b]
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[i] Desmond sneered, and with that..he disappeared.[/i] "Fight something you can't see." [i] His voice rang out, resounding all around the courtyard but not in one specific location..[/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor scowled, his eyes staying focused forward as he made a slight motion with his hands, dark red lines snaking down his legs as they crawled across the ground in all directions...[/b] [i]"Even now, humans prevail in their weaknesses... Damn be the name of your mockery. Lowly race."[/i] [b]But... He had protection. Desmond would meet a body full of pain if he dared tread one of the lines... But rather than stand still, the Inquisitor began to move forward, the lines following him as he went.[/b]
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[i] As soon as the Inquisitor moved, a resounding "crack!" Erupted from near the top of the courtyard, on one of the bordering buildings. Desmond, not having his rifle; had used the Ka'kari to make one reminiscent of his .408 Chay-Tac. An entire rifle, made from the same oily black substance. And that .408 round was flying straight for the Inquisitor, speeding through the space at a ridiculous speed that would allow it to hit far harder than any other .408 round. After all, it was meeting no air resistance. The Ka'kari based round was devouring everything in it's path, air included. If it hit the Inquisitor, it would chew through him too. All the while Desmond was still invisible.[/i]
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[b]The Inquisitor didn't have time to react, but he didn't need it...[/b] [b]As the bullet closed in, the lines stretched up in a blink and caught the bullets, frying it into thousands of tiny red particles.[/b] [i]"No honor..."[/i] [b]The Inquisitor promptly turned in the direction of the noise and outstretched a hand so that a few of the strange line could slither across his fingers and launch out towards the spot.[/b]
