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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/25/2016 5:44:38 AM
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[b][i]Return[/i][/b]
"Time flows as a stream, only in one direction, never another way. It does not care for life, it only does it job. It is not evil, yet it is not good. As time goes on we move on from places, people, those we call friends may become enemies, and those we call enemies may become friends. Time is not our enemy, but it is not our friend. Time is simply... time." -Unknown
The wind blew gently, not that he could feel it. His thrusters held their thrust rate, propelling him through the air at an extremely high velocity. He observed his surroundings as he flew, noting the trees and the flowers. His suit systems were nominal, it was a beautiful day.
"Sean how's it looking."
"ETA less that four minutes sir."
The A.I. spoke to him, he nods inside his helmet lightly, smiling.
"It's been a while sir.... why the sudden change of heart?"
The man chuckles.
"Well... call it a nostalgia flashback, but I found one of my old weapons."
Sean chuckles.
"Which one sir?"
"'Ranged Split'. It would fire a sniper rifle shot that could turn into a shotgun slug and shoot pellets everywhere.. damn cool. I made it here, in my first shop ever."
Sean responds.
"I'm glad you came sir, I might not have been created."
The man laughs, but stops when he sees the structure up ahead.
"We're here."
He says as he begins arching downwards.
"What's the entrance style this time sir."
"I think you know the answer."
He responds as he arches farther but slows, slamming into the ground and kicking up dust right in front of the gate. He held them in the classical 'Iron Man' style, one one the ground with one behind him.
His helmet compacts down to reveal his face, the brown hair and the ice blue eyes. Ryker Evans, owner of Evans Arms Manufacturing, billionaire, philanthropist, father, and many other names, had finally returned to the place where it all began.
He had returned, to The Dojo.
[spoiler]Aaaaand were back. Felt good to write Ryker again, and it feels damn right. [/spoiler]
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[b]The heavy wooden gates of the Dojo slowly creaked open to reveal Garin Fohrik, renowned bounty hunter and magic user, among other things. He leveled a .308 revolver to your chest, and asked...[/b] Do I know you? Should I know you? Because I don't.
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Edited by cyberattaq: 11/27/2016 7:28:51 AM"Ah maybe you do maybe you don't. I might have made that revolver on your chest. I'm Ryker Evans, owner and creator of Evans Arms Manufacturing." He says with his usual egotistical and charismatic smile. "Some know me and some don't, word can only spread so fast..."
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[b]He studied the revolver in his hand, looking for the signature of the maker.[/b] By the Divines, it seems you did. [b]He smiled, and tucked the revolver away into his coat.[/b] My name is Garin. [b]He offered a gloved hand, and old tradition that remained in use today.[/b]
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[spoiler]Finally Jesus Christ that's the third time I've used that and you're the first person to give me a little feeling of importance XD[/spoiler] Ryker beams, shaking the mans hand. "Ah Garin, as I said, I'm Ryker. How's she treating you?" He nods towards the gun.
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Pretty well. It's saved many lives, and taken more. [b]He chuckled lightheartedly, smiling.[/b] But enough of that. Even if you are an old member, you've gotta fight me if you wanna get in. [b]He spun the revolver around like an old Western outlaw.[/b]
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"Ah... yes.." Ryker says, his smile fading.
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Mhm. [b]Garin seems to be ecstatic, as a huge smile is plastered onto his face.[/b] I haven't fought someone in sooo long. It's good to finally get some action.
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Ryker nods. "Alright then... He backs up a couple steps, preparing himself.
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[b]Garin holsters the revolver, and unsheathes two Gilitite katanas.[/b] I may be good with a gun, but I'm even better with a sword. [spoiler]Gilitite is basically stronger than Lego's made up shit [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]alright[/spoiler] Ryker doesn't pull anything out. His helmet comes up, Sean observing and assessing the situations. "Two swords sir, as you can see, he's experienced, they're dangerous. Advice maintaining distance or using sword." He spoke inside the suit, Ryker listened. "You ready Garin?" The voice sounded like it was coming through a PA system, metallic.
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Always. [b]He got into a defensive stance, his right foot forward.[/b]
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Ryker smiles. Quickly he holds his hand out and red energy blast flies towards Garin extremely fast. It was scorching hot and very powerful. "I hope that doesn't hit him." He says to himself.
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[b]Garin moves his swords together so that they form a sort of a shield, then sidesteps. The blast slams into the shield-sword and is reflected back at Ryker.[/b]
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He flicks his hand and it flies into a tree off to the side. He smiles. He draws his sword. It expands out from the hilt, a blue line racing up the blade, it was super heated plasma, and would cut through nearly anything.
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Some coughing could be heard as the dust settled. Snow had been napping in a hammock not too far away.
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Ryker looks over. "Oh... I'm sorry for disturbing you."
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She coughs. "Nah, its fine.. Who are you exactly?"
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"I'm Ryker." He says as his helmet folds down, revealing a man of probably twenty five years old, with chocolate brown hair and ice blue eyes, they studied her as he flashed a smile. He was extremely charismatic, his teeth pure white.
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She folded her ears back as a breeze picked up. "What's with the face?"
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"What it's just a smile?@ Ryker says with a laugh.
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She shrugs. "You did something with your eyebrows." She sips on a straw connected to a coconut. (i dont even know)
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"Oh it was nothing..." Ryker says with a chuckle.
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She sips obnoxiously, putting on sunglasses.
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He didn't entirely know what to do. "So what's your name?"
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She stops sopping. "Snow."
