originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]The man in the suit simply smiled, gesturing to the crowd. He was small in stature, and seemed like almost nothing to the screaming man. The gathering cheered at your promise, for those who they had lost, revenge would be near. The man spoke again.[/b]
Even residents of the dojo see what's wrong... Look around you!
[b]He points to a woman in the crowd, looking at the massive man at the front of the crowd, with the just as large guns.[/b]
She had just been married.
[b]His finger moves to a man.[/b]
He lost both his child and wife. Tell me. How can we fight back against gods, who killed half of us in their twisted version of fun?
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"Now," [i]Jason began, turning around to look up at the smaller man, head hidden behind a helmet, two grey-silver eyes peering through a golden Plexiglas visor. [/i] "They're jus' fuсkin' pricks. Point meh ta 'em 'nd I'll add 'em ta mah hitlist, cuz I ain' havin' aneh o' tha' shiet, eh? Oh, no, fuсk tha'. Though, I assure ya; da Dojo folks don' do tha' shiet. Da folks who do are asses. Asses ta be fed ta da hounds 'nd torn ta pieces." [i]His voice was a lot more calm and.. normal now that he wasn't trying to reach and entire crowd - though it was nonetheless powerful and booming, with a rough edge and a mechanical accent to it.[/i]
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Edited by Atom: 11/26/2016 9:17:29 PMUh... Sure. [b]The man wasn't exactly sure what you had said, but it certainly was in his favor. He gave a raised eye brow and smile before speaking again.[/b] I assume you'll have no trouble doing the deed, eh? [b]His voice had hardly changed, besides his volume, it still had the sharp, cutting edge to it. [/b]