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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Thot Slayer Emps:
12/30/2016 7:53:53 PM
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[b]The New Moon.[/b]
[i]It was midnight, snow crunched under the boots of the approaching figure in Dojoville. [url=http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/yahargul_set-equipped.jpg]He looked around, face obscured as moisture emitted from his helmet, his breath. In his hands was grasped a rifle and a peculiar blade.[/url][/i]
The rifle was clearly old, as it was a some sort of flintlock type. Built as a rifle that chambered steel or quicksilver rounds with a bayonet attached, this was a Trick weapon as well. The peculiar blade was a curved greatsword with a bone-like handle. There was another bone-like handle except this one was longer and connected to a hinge.
He continued his approach in the barren village, his helmet occasionally shifting to look around.
Ghiaccio's visit to Yharnam certainly did reward him. Not to mention the dragon blood he had.
[spoiler]Open. No, it's not a Hunter.[/spoiler]
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He sees a young man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes drawing the town furiously.
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The face under the hooded helmet squinted at the sight. "Possible foul tricks being played on my mind...no matter, this false 'illusion' of an abandoned village will cease!" He said, slinging the flintlock-like rifle and reaching for the bone handles. Then he connected them together to create a scythe, flipping the hinges with a loud click. He then held it with two hands, approaching the artist.
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The artist looks up from his drawing. "Who are you?"
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"A man. A hunter of foul beasts." He said, approaching even further, scythe is tightened.
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"Well, I'm clearly not a beast so you can put the scythe away."
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"I'd prefer not to." He replied, his grip only tightening further upon the shaft of the scythe.
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"Uh huh. Dragonforce Bahamut." An eight foot tall red and black draconic humanoid complete with wings, horns, and tail, appears and interposes itself between the two.
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"Another Stand User hmm? Palesnake." A humanoid Stand of a height and build similar to Ghiaccio's was summoned next to him. It is sparsely clothed in black, with a mask covering its face to the bottom of where its nose would be, in a piece that rises above its head by half its height in a row of peaks, like a crown. Its light skin is marked by horizontal stripes of roughly an inch's height, with "GΔCT" repeatedly written on every other stripe.
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"This shall make for an interesting battle."
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Sah dude. How ya doing? [b]Tubbs walks up to him[/b] Say... have I seen you before? Nah, probably not. You just look like an old friend. Anyways, how ya doing? Wait, I said that already.
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"Old...friend?" He said, his face under his mask contorting into a sick smile. "Do tell about this...old friend."
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Nah it's not important. Just someone I used to know. But, who're you? [spoiler]that could've gone a lot different without that apostrophe in who're[/spoiler]
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"Ghiaccio."
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Waddup fam!
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"Mm..'Waddup' indeed. You got any weapons you're willing to part with? I'll trade you."
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Nah man my weapons are my babies.
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Edited by Skatch142: 12/29/2016 1:02:42 AM*Feminine voice "Who you?" *It came from about seven feet behind him and a little to his right. A lone aardwolf had wandered up behind him. A faint orange aura surrounds her body and faint orange tendrils seemed to extend from her and disappear.*
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The figure pointed his Reiterpallasch at the aardwolf. "Speak, foul beast. The arcane clearly comes from you, so talk!" He said, pulling back the hammer on it. It was currently loaded with a quicksilver shot, designed to kill Beasts. He also gripped the curved great sword tightly in his other hand.
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*She lets out a terrified chirp as her ears tilt back in fear. She spun around letting out a whimper.* *Aardwolf "F-Fowl beast? Where b-beast?" *The 3-foot long, 1-foot tall hyena-like creature trembles with fear. Clearly she did not understand that she was the one he mistook for being a magical beast. Her fur was tan and she had black stripes over her body. She shivered as she hid behind his legs from whatever she thought what's behind them.* *Aardwolf "P-Protect me!"
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The man turned around, looking down at the Aardwolf, a rather sick, twisted grin upon his face. It will be [i]his hunt.[/i] "No. You are the foul beast that must be hunted. I saw those tendrils, the Arcane clearly flows from you." He pointed the rifle right down to its head, finger on the trigger. This was a grand facsimile created by Ghiaccio, just for an excuse to kill things and hide his identity.
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*Aardwolf "N-No!" *She backs away, trembling with fear. The aura suddenly starts glowing brightly as the tendrils become clearly visible.* *Aarwolf "Gah!!! Orange is back!!!"
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"The Arcane might be trying to defend you hmm?" He said, pointing the rifle to her right hind leg and firing it off, the Quicksilver shot would be intended to cripple it.
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*The tendrils suddenly wrap around her and glow extremely bright, the bullet ricocheting off of them.* [spoiler]You're literally attacking the one character I made to be attacked... Well, I didn't make her to be attacked... I made her to be cute and pitiful...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Pity is the last thing this guy has.[/spoiler] The man got aggravated at that and thrust the Rifles Bayonet forward in an attempt to stab its back.
