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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2016 5:04:37 AM
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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]
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Edited by Will: 11/16/2016 7:25:25 AM"There's no honor in taking a life, and there's no honor in dying. Honor, is a pathetic concept that is used by idiots to rationalize why they kill, or how they fight in order to kill someone. Murder, is murder." [i] The lines hit nothing, striking the concrete. Another shot sounded off, on the complete opposite side of the courtyard, speeding towards the Inquisitor once again. But instead of black..this one was green.[/i] "There are no rules for murder, no boundaries you can't cross. At the end of the day, someone will die, and the other will live."
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[b]With a sweep of his hand, the bullet arced around him and collided into the nearby dirt.[/b] [i]"Then we shall play this game for eternity..."[/i] [b]The Inquisitor's arm slowly faded to normal, the ground around him slithering and moving as if agitated by the mere wind. The Commitments had long since taken shelter behind walls and windows to watch their Inquisitor, but they had faith...[/b] [i]"Because you seem to think there is no greater good. I fight for something beyond myself... You cannot say the same. The Empress will see the light... And I will be the one to reveal it to her."[/i]
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[i] The spot where the bullet hit the dirt exploded in a ball of flames and inferno, scorching everything in the immediate area. Meanwhile, Desmond's voice rang out once again.[/i] "A higher purpose?" [i] He laughed, a sneer in his voice.[/i] "There is no higher purpose. No arbiters of right and wrong, there is only the perfection we attain by becoming weapons. As strong and merciless as a sword." "Of course I fight only for myself, because there is nothing else to fight for. Life has no meaning. It's a place marker to show who's winning, and we are the winners. We're always the winners, even though winning has no meaning. We win because it's an insult to lose." [i] Desmond reappears a few feet in front of The Robed man, sneering with two black handguns, made of the substance of the Ka'kari.[/i] "The only thing that matters in the world, is yourself." [i] He raised the two pistols, leveled at the man's face.[/i] "You won't be revealing anything to her, because you are going to die here." [i] Desmond snarled, before letting loose a hail of bullets. [/i]
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[i]"Your contradictions are astounding. You say the only thing that matters is yourself, yet you are defending a girl who believes the complete opposite... But I suppose you really are just a guard. The Chloephina I know would never fall to your level."[/i] [b]Tired of Desmond's bullshit, the Inquisitor swipes his hand, the bullets suddenly sledding backwards as red lines slithered across the ground towards Desmond.[/b] [i]"You seem to think that life is meaningless... And perhaps you are right... But you won't convince me otherwise. For the sake of my people... I will be successful."[/i] [b]Then, the man launched upwards, only to drop down behind Desmond, two large holes now in the sky to mark gateways e had opened. Then... The lines, swimming around Desmond like a murderous trap.[/b] [i]"I will not have a venomous insect poisoning our flower."[/i]
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"This venomous insect isn't afraid to bite." [i]Desmond said, a rather..demented smile crossing his lips. The Ka'kari slithered down his body, covering him eventually head to toe in the black, oily substance. Where his eyes were, pools of green fire danced. He was the epitome of a walking shadow, except for the faint, defined outline of his body and muscles. [/i] "I, am the face of Retribution. I, am Kàge." [i] He whispered, more to himself then the Inquisitor. With that, he launched himself towards him, strangely disregarding the lines..[/i]
