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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/28/2017 4:15:51 AM
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[b]Jack was in the front lines, having moved up to inspect the bugs after Rafael's parents showed up. Needless to say, it got awkward.
So Jack was the first to see Centrax, and wave him over [/b]
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[i]Centrax's armor was covered in... Blood? It's shiny exterior still withholding.[/i] "Rescue party?" [i]He asked in an almost sarcastic matter.[/i]
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"Yeah! Yeah I guess you could say that. In a way."
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"Well. Good. Raph sent you, yeah?" [i]Centrax wipes a bit of the blood off of him. [/i]
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"I wasn't actually... You know.. Serious."
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"Either way. I'm out. And yet that thing is definitely not opening any time soon. Least from the outside."
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"Perhaps you should have tried keeping it open after exiting?"
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"Seeing as it wouldve closed on me and snapped me in half due to how it works, that wouldn't be best."
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"Huh... Maybe not. Sorry"
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"Don't apologize. Simple matter that you don't know everything of. Name's Centrax." [i]He offers a handshake with his gloved, armor covered gauntlet.[/i]
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[b]The Pilot shook Centrax's hand [/b] "I am Jack Cooper."
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"I say we leave the wraiths to do their job for now. I need to go see my brother." [i]As he said this, the ground shook again, but this time, creatures came from it. Attacking the wraiths around them.[/i]
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"Yeah, we need to get back to them."
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[i]One of the many beasts that is swarming out of the new hole in the ground dives at Centrax, but he extends his fist, a golden blade extending from his hand, stabbing through and killing it instantly. Others that attempted to attacked met similar fates.[/i] "Let me guess, he's simply waiting for anything to even come close to Dojoville?"
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"I believe he is. You could say that."
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"Thought so. He's done this exact thing before. Then later gives an almost stereotypical speech and rains hell on everything in his path. Very.. Fun to watch."
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"Oh... I'm sure it is. Like a grenade in a crowd."
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"I'd much rather compare it to a highly destructive natural disaster ripping through a civilization." [i]Centrax smirks, chuckling from a memory.[/i]
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"So the ground tearing apart? Better worse?"
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"Unstoppable, quick, the very elements binding to his control. And that's when he isn't pissed off."
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"So what're you're saying is that it's worse?"
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"Essentially. But, don't worry about it. He just wants everything to be peaceful and good." [i]He casually kills another beast that tries to attack from behind.[/i]
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"Is that so?" [b]Jack gunned down a beast as it jumped towards the two [/b]
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"Indeed. All he's ever fought for real is to better everything. Though he's got a lot of work cut out of him. The poor sod doesn't know when to take a break." [i]As Centrax continues to swing his blade, a small spectral dragon forms, it follows the blade, executing its own attacks on beasts.[/i]
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"How many of these BASTARDS are there?" [b]He gunned down a few more and the mag clattered to the ground as he reloaded [/b]
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"Hundreds if not thousands. Basically mass produced. Still better than the guy they serve." [i]Centrax actually shudders a bit at the mention of Malren, but he tears apart another one with his bare hands.[/i]
