originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]The Simulation.[/u][/b]
Poison made his way through the hallways of the dojo, constantly having to ask around to get his next move...
After a few hours of straggling around, he came to a room named only "The Simulation"... Poison shifted around for a bit, until saying, "Screw it..." And walked through the doors...
He was almost blinded by the pure whiteness of the room, and in his confusion, tripped over an item on the floor and fell to the ground...
"oOof", Poison mumbled, along with a few unintelligible curses... He picked himself up and picked up the item on the ground...
It was an assault rifle... One he had never seen before, he grew excited at his find until he switched the side and saw the burnt wires and mechanisms hanging out...
Poison shrugged and slung the weapon on his back, thinking he could do something with it... When all of a sudden, the whiteness before him transformed into a dense forest...
He crouched down, feeling the foliage, as well as pulling his fusion rifle from his back. He crouched there for a moment, and decided it was safe to get up.
Poison put one hand on the ground to pick himself up when a small drone-like figure flew past, cutting a thin line across Poisons forehead.
Poison immediately jumped up, feeling hot blood trickling down his face. "What the..?" He stated matter-of-factly... He shouldered his fusion rifle, taking aim where the drone disappeared into the thicket...
Poisons finger twitched on the trigger when he heard the familiar buzzing and aimed it towards the sound... The thicket opened up to reveal the drone and Poison, without hesitation, pulled the trigger...
He went over to where the smoldering parts of drone were and grunted... "Is this all ya got?!" Poison shouted into the forest... As if to answer, the same buzzing started, except this time it was so loud, it dwarfed the singular drones buzz...
"Apparently not." Poison mumbled under his breath... He then shouldered his fusion rifle once more and fired off into the noise... He heard a drone fall, and then heard all of them come forward at once...
They stormed out of the foliage like an angered wasp nest, and Poison aimed at a group of 6... A single shot rang out, 5 fell, but one was still keeping up with 1 propeller... It kept going for a few feet when it tumbled off to the side...
The rest came coming, and as soon as they were about to hit Poison, he propelled himself upwards, hitting an unexpected branch with a thud, and came crashing down to the ground...
He landed on the rest of the drones, which was about 8 or so, crushing them... But also obviously tearing skin and muscle alike from the propeller blades and knifes...
Poison tried to pick himself up but was met with stars...
And then blackness as he passed out...
Poison awoke resting on the right wall next to the simulation doors... He immediately reached up to feel where he thought a scab would already be forming but only felt smooth skin...
"What?" He proclaimed realizing his skin and muscles were healed as well... He picked himself up and read a sign next to the door: "All injuries sustained herein will be healed as soon as the simulation ends"
Poison shook his head and said, "should've read that before walking in...", A slight hint of amusement in his voice...
[spoiler]Open only to RoyalBlade[/spoiler]
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The barrel of Marker's smg could be seen poking out of a small hole that was in the bridge...
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"Great! You gonna hide now, Marker? You scared?" Poison taunted and stood still, his robotic arm gripping the trigger... Poison aimed, and shot with pin-point precision 5 shots straight towards Markers SMG's Barrel... Poison then limped 5 yards farther, and his face burrowing with pain, stood still, where the twisted ankle didn't give out as much pain as while moving...
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There was the sound of a small thump, the SMG falling from its position
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Poison stood still, he didn't want to waste any more bullets until knowing what Marker was up to...
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There wasn't any movement, just the thump he had heard...
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Poison still waited, not wanting to make a move and screw up through it, though he did shout, "You okay over there?"
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There was only silence from Marker's end.. Perhaps something had happened
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 4:47:31 PMPoison cautiously limped towards the bridge, his finger on the trigger, expecting a trick, he moved around the bridge to catch a glimpse of Marker...
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Still no sign of him, it was clear that he must have been on the bridge itself, As Poison couldn't see any signs of him
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Poison got to his stomach and started crawling along the bridge, trying to see where Marker was... His finger still on the trigger... [spoiler]it is a curved bridge, like slanting upwards then downwards right?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yes sir![/spoiler] As Poison reached the tip of the bridge and looked down, he only saw Marker's SMG. However, the pilot was nowhere in sight
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Poison got to his feet and rushed to the SMG, Picking it up and slinging it on his back, now he was confused... A warrior only drops his weapon if he's hurt... He looked under the bridge and still saw no sign of Marker... He again shouted, "Marker?!?!"
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And then he heard it. The sound of slashing water, and he barely saw Marker run alongside the wall of the bridge before he jumped off, Drop kicking Poison and sending him to the ground. Marker lunged on top of poison, and the tip of a hand gun rested on Poison's chin, Marker's finger on the trigger "Holy shit that was awesome!" Marker laughed, getting up off of Poison and holstering the pistol, offering Poison a hand
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Poison took it, saying "yea it was!" He then got a mischievous smile and said, "after that little trick, I think I deserve both of the SMG's... Besides, it's already on my back, and I'm too lazy to take it off..." Poison then glanced at Marker, awaiting his reply...
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"What's your plan with it?" Marker asked, his voice sounding more serious than beforehand
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"I dunno, when I was hiding all that time before u came here, I had quite a few hours a day to work on weapons, and I have a few that I've cooked up and I don't want to you know, work on a gun I'm going to use frequently..." Poison said, seemingly oblivious to Markers seriousness... "I already have a few ideas, foolproof ones that ive implanted successfully into many different types of weapons..."
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"If I find out you sold it on the black market, you're a dead man. Do what you will with it. We won't miss them."
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Poison looked hurt... "Why in the world would I sell a weapon like that on the black market for some underserving little kids grubby hand to get ahold of...?"
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"I'm just telling you. I don't think you would. But it's a mandatory warning I have to tell people about their weapons."
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"Hehe, you're fine... Now, uhh... What's next?" All signs of Poisons hurt had diminished by the end of saying that...
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"You're been tested. I've seen your skills. But I want to see how you are at stealth. So I'll contact you when the time comes."
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"Alright, you done for the day or do you wanna try to look me up in the records...?"
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"Yeah, that's what you wanted, right?" Marker asked, looking at him
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"Yes! I need to know more about my formal life, I know I can't get my childhood back, but I need to know my accomplishments, or..." Poisons gaze wavered before continuing, "crimes..."
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"Come on. The dojo has a library where we keep some of our Archives."