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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/20/2017 2:31:01 AM
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[u][i][b]A Fresh Start[/b][/i][/u]
[b][u]Main Courtyard[/u][/b]
[u][b]6:00 AM[/b][/u]
*It was a cool morning, birds chirped and fluttered from tree to tree, doing whatever it is birds do at six o'clock in the morning. The air was soft and calmly brushed through the area, tickling the trees and the grass which swished and swayed effortlessly in return.*
*The box, the dwelling of an alien creature named Sketch and his family rested next to the gate where it had always been, ivy crawling up the sides. Though his wife and children were often caught leaving and coming back, the original owner of the box had not left for years.*
*The doors slowly opened, sunlight pouring in and landing on a reflective surface before hastily making its way to the eyes of any bystanders in a very painful intensity. A strange creature (if it could be called that,) stumbled out as if it was just pushed and the doors swung closed behind it.*
*It stood five feet tall, but that detail was overshadowed by the 'creature's' head. It was not made of flesh, but rather shiny, polished metal. Angular with no eyes or any sort of optical apparatus. It only had two fins which protruded from either side of its head, equipped with a steadily blinking blue light strips.*
*It wore a black trench coat and had a strange sword with deep ridges cut out of one side of the blackened blade strapped to its back. From what was visible of its hands and feet, they were covered in orange fur, whereas its tail was covered in red, orange and grey fur. Upon closer inspection of its figure, it clearly had a female body.*
*The creature stood still, its head tilting in seemingly random directions as it swiveled from left to right.*
[spoiler]Open, character intro.[/spoiler]
English
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Nyxon was walking by, carrying a log on his shoulder as he spotted Alice as he walked past the box. "Interesting...Who might you be?" he asked, setting the log down with ease.
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*She stops, looking him up and down as he light strips flash faster.* "My designation is Alice-142."
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"Well hello Alice-142, where did you come from?" he asks, tilting his head a bit. He was rather curious, having not met or been around too many machines.
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*She points over at Sketch's box.* "That hoagie over there."
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A man clad in a leather jacket, red T-shirt, blue jeans and combat boots approaches the creature "-blam!- are you?"
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*It turns its body to face him but keeps its head looking off to the side. Slowly, its head swivels to face him and the light strips flash faster. It tilts its head down than up.* "Vocabulary not recognized. Culprit word: -blam!-. Please state meaning."
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[b]"...WHAT THE ZOG."[/b] [i]A booming voice echoed across the general vicinity of the area, as Ripgar Oilblood found himself staring upon the mechanized monstrosity.[/i] [i]The one-hundred and eight inch tall (or nine foot tall) Ork stared upon Alice with malice (those sick rhymes though), only one eye visible as a piece of daedric metal covered the other, glass accompanying it in an eyeglass formation and covering the pupil. His armor in general was incredibly thick, consisting of iron, pieces of Space Marine ceramite, titanium, daedric, dwarven, and ebony plating. He had done some trading with some folks with Tamriel, so he was just as armored as before. Two Daedra horns protruded from his helmet, ebony black in color and coiled in a twisted manner. Three power conduct-like structures protruded from the armor's back, surging with electricity while he stood still. It was very clear that it wasn't there for decorations. [/i] [i]As for his forms of weaponry..[/i] [i]Well, saying that he had a lot of guns would be an understatement.[/i] [i]To begin with the fellow's weaponry - clasped tightly within his thick armored right hand was a tri-barrel machine gun, loaded with three separate magazines, each holding two-hundred .50 caliber rounds. The word "AMAGADON" was engraved into the massive barrel - his original intention was to spell "Armageddon", but Ork literacy got in the way.[/i] [i]Alongside this, were several modified pistols, Blastas, and modified Bolters that hung upon his waist, alongside a massive claw that engulfed the entirety of his left arm. The claw had a field of energy surrounding its jagged talons, although not activated to the maximum. A massive chain battleaxe was strapped to his back, the chain axe bloodied from previous action.[/i] [b]"Was dis? Anotha un' a dem damn Necron bots?"[/b]
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*It stares straight ahead, as if it's unaware of his presence. The two light strips flash faster. Slowly, its head tilts upwards until it is looking up at his.* "My designation is Alice-142. I lack knowledge on the subject you are speaking of." *Her voice was staticky, as if being spoken through a walkie talkie. She stood dead still, even her tail was frozen in a single position.*
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[b]"STOOPID NECRON, FINKING YA CAN LIE TA ME. I'M RIPGAR, BIG MEK O' THA BLOOD AXES YA 'ITTLE METUL MONGREL."[/b] [i]Ripgar snarled and laughed, his booming guffaw ringing across the area as he slung his rifle over his shoulder, before activating his Power Klaw. Powerful energy coursed throughout the talons, as he raised both hands and smiled viciously underneath his helmet.[/i] [b]"I oughta tear ya 'n haf 'n strap ya remaanz on muh armah, filf! Git readeh, ya git! Cauze yur gona DIE todah![/b] [b][u]WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"[/u][/b]
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*He second he says 'die' her posture immediately changes. The blue light strips turn orange and she lets out an extremely high-pitched screech. She draws her sword.*
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[b]"COM' ON DEN, YOU GROT."[/b] [i]Ripgar smashed his foot into the dirt, roaring as he charged right towards Alice. Predictable, but...well, she best get moving, otherwise she'd be crushed.[/i]
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*She is suddenly surrounded by a blue glow and jumps, floating about twenty feet into the air and hovering there.* "Why are you attacking this unit?"
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[b]"B'CASE YUR A GROT. NOW GIT DUWN 'ERE 'N FITE."[/b] [i]In response, Ripgar merely drew his machine gun and drastically began firing, hundreds of .50 caliber bullets enhanced by electricity sent towards Alice. Whatever shielding she had wouldn't last long - she had best get moving.[/i]
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*She suddenly hurtles downward, multiple bullets passing through her before his head suddenly finds itself supporting her somehow 1.5 thousand pound body.*
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[i]Alice didn't exactly find herself upon Ripgar's head.[/i] [i]About when she was two feet away, she felt a conduct of electricity flow through her body, shocking her and throwing her back. Ripgar cackled as his Kustom Force Field was revealed, circling Alice casually.[/i]
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*She stands up, the trench coat smoking slightly.* "Is this unit not allowed to retaliate?"
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[b]"Ya juzt a stoopid mongrel, iz all. Now DIE!"[/b] [i]Ripgar raised his machine gun once more as he continued to unload more dakka (Ork term for firepower) onto Alice, already formulating a genius Ork plan within his mind. He was a Big Mek, after all.[/i]
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*She is surrounded by a red aura again and seemingly falls into the ground, leaving behind a hole.*
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[b]"AGH, DIS SUM WARP CRAP 'ERE. Stupid Necron boyz.."[/b] [i]Ripgar sighed, before eventually turning to the cardboard box.[/i] [b]"...Whas dis? Sum sorta-[/b] [b]EY, THAS 'ERE THA NECRON GIT CAME FROM."[/b] [i]He roared with a ferocity that he had rarely shown before, propping up his machine gun once again.[/i] [b]"'OEVER'S IN DER GOTZ FIVE LOTZ TA GIT OUT 'N FACE MEH."[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/20/2017 10:28:49 PM*The door slowly opens and standing inside is a five foot tall cat/wolf creature. He's wearing a slightly metallic duster but does not have anything else. His face is mostly covered in blue and black markings and between his ears is a light blue tuft of fur. He looks up, seeming unamused as he purses his lips, which were surrounded with greying fur.* 'I hope I won't have to rebuild my daughter ten minutes after sending her into the world for the first time..."
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[b]"YA WUN'T BE REBULDIN' ANYTHANG ONCE I'M DUN WIT THA NECRON.[/b] [b][i]E'll tell ya sumthin', ya rotten, walkin' flea-filled, gobberin', pissy-pants box-livin', baw-eatin' jobby-luvin' freak a' nature-suckin', scabby-nyaff of a filthy shit-filled rug. Ya'r a ZOGIN' MONGREL."[/i][/b] [i]That insult lasted for...around ten seconds.[/i]
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*He shrugs.* "I've heard better."
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[b]"Did tha bettah one include ya mat of a motha gettin' flattened?"[/b] [i]Ripgar cackled, firing rounds into the air randomly.[/i] [b]"COME ON, YA LITTLE GIT."[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/20/2017 11:29:37 PM*He touches the back of his neck and a sword with a glowing white blade forms. He swings it and Ripgar suddenly feels himself pushed out of the way. Sketch steps out of the box and approaches the hole.* 'Are you still in one piece, Alice?' "Yes father." *She floats up out of the hole and lands next to it. He turns back around to face Ripgar.* 'She means no harm, alright? She's here to explore, learn, and meet new people. She only has the sword for defense.'
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[i]The wind was practically negated by Ripgar's shielding, although he let out another guffaw.[/i] [b]"She's a bloodeh Necron. An' she couldn't even put up a fight.[/b] [b]Stupid little-[/b] [b]...Wha was dat?"[/b] [i]Ripgar suddenly looked up into the skies, his seeable eye squinting in confusion - and fury, too.[/i]
