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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/21/2017 4:30:42 PM
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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."
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"lead the way..."
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Marker nodded and turned, walking through the dojo courtyard
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Poison followed, both nervous and excited for what's to come...
