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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 9:26:37 PM
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[spoiler]Probably. No clue what everywhere is so :/[/spoiler]
"Hmm...? A special kind of -blam!-ed in the head you say? Has a nice ring to it, yeah... Seems just like me." She replied with a giggle, and a childish smile, grasping her scepter tightly within her hand, as if almost expecting a fight to go down, no matter how an explanation went. She decided, that, if an explanation probably wouldn't solve anything at all, she'd just have to skip it, and get straight into what she assumed both knew was coming to them anyway.
"I assume you don't actually care for explanations. You'll attack me whether or not I explain my reasoning to you, so is it really worth the extra effort? I say no, but you may disagree..." She said, still with this eerie, childlike smile to her. She definitely wasn't all that sane in the head, from the looks of things. And, with her scepter beginning to glow, she simply stared him down, speaking with a confident undertone.
"...well, hey. Let's just get to the good part, shall we?"
Her staff emitted rays of light casting down towards all the headless bodies, and they all began to stand up, pick up their head, and fix it on, albeit weakly. They looked dead. Well, of course, considering they were dead, that was normal. But, they were also somewhat alive. Essentially Zombies, really, except they weren't out for brains. Rather, just puppets at the command of this woman.
"Get him." She commanded, and they all rushed him together.
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[spoiler]Nani the fùck[/spoiler]
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[i]JT grinned with a sort of psychotic yet pleased smile; She wanted combat? He would grant it. The Marshal's hands found themselves on the hilts of the weapons at his hips, the pair of jagged swords that gleamed with an aura unique to them, one toxic, the other one alset aflame. He ripped either from the leather clasps that bound them to him and immediately wasted no time, lashing out and bringing his blades across their bodies with brutish strength. He didn't swing to elegantly leave a cut, no, he swung to year limbs from flesh, with the strength to tear a zombie in half easily. His augmented strength helped with it, and his machine stamina made them almost like toys to be played with. [/i]
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"Aw, the dummies aren't doing their thi—" she was stopped in her tracks by something that made her rather satisfied. As each zombie was slain, they'd burst into a blast of dark energy, which was effectively more of a worry than the zombies themselves, as his close quarter combat meant that the explosions would probably always at least just catch him in some places, whether that did much or not. "...never mind. That's what I wanted~!" She held onto her scepter, as she began to fire fireballs of black flame towards her enemy, watching him as he was pre-occupied with killing all the exploding zombies. She didn't seem all that hands on, really, and remained distanced from him.
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[i]The explosions caused JT to fall back, though the close proximity of them all would cause a chain reaction of explosions, eventually making their way back to Zenia. JT had a few dents in his skin, primarily on the upper body, though the fireball was useless to Zenia - It collided with his body and burnt away his clothes, leaving him in leather belts and a bandolier, his metallic body's ceramic plating underneath his rubber skin protecting him, while making colours run. He would stand then, looking over his body to check the damage. When he was done, JT made way for Zenia, quickly raising a foot and slamming it against her chest with the speed of a car racing down the highway, and the strength of a bull charging down an opponent. [/i]
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She was sent flying back, though despite this was still capable of calling upon magic to avoid, well... being as badly affected as this would obviously leave her, with that much speed and power, having the force from firing the fireballs act like the breaks of a car, though weaker, to slow the speed in which she had been sent flying. Then, for the next matter of assault, she spawned a rather giant dark crystal in front of her, and then whacked it with her staff, sending forward towards the enemy a flurry of razor-blade like crystal shards. It seemed she had realised she was facing off against someone she expected to be above her power level, and therefore a serious threat. She needed to get smart about things.
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[i]"HOW FÛCKING HANDICÁPPED ARE YOU!?" JT shouted over the noise of the crystals, which plunked off his metal body like they were nothing. Shards of small metal against steel and ceramic, smooth. JT responded to the attack by closing the gap and gripping her by the throat. His grip was that of iron, clenching her neck tightly with enough strength behind him to crush several layers of steel alone, each channeled into his fingers. He didn't attempt to kill her; He just wanted to black her out, to render her unconscious by choking her out. [/i]
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One last struggle saw her releasing a wave of dark energy in a circle all around her, which, as he was gripping her, would include him. Following this, she ended up blacking out, and falling limp.
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[i]JT still saw her as a threat, so rather than just holding her, he delivered a swift punch to the head. He figured that if she woke up from this all, the ensuing concussion would keep her out of a fighting state. And with that, he brought her to the Dojo, into his personal residence there. He laid her out on the couch, two weights literally chained to her wrists and ankles. He went into his own room and started to redress, which would give her time to awaken if possible. [/i] [spoiler]I am far too lazy to describe the place since it's kind of only going to be used once lmao, so imagine the most cowboy-ey place you know. [/spoiler]
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Eventually, she'd come back into conciousness, looking around. She was scared, but didn't really have the will to fight after having just awoken.
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[i]JT had walked into the room a few minutes later, lasso in hand. He was in another duster, though this one was a much more faded colour, and with much more wear and tear. "Mornin'." [/i]
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"Agh!" She immediately got up and backed away. "Don't rāpe me! Stay back!"
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[i]"Calm down, y'have yer pants on still. If I wanted to do anything, I would've." [/i]
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"...Then what am I doing here, then?!"
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[i]"Answering questions." [/i]
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"Excuse me? I don't have to answer anything."
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[i]"It's like you're asking to get -blam!-ed up." JT pulled the revolver from his hip, and shot the woman's left knee. [/i]
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She grasped it. "What the hell?!"
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[i]Her hands were still chained, making it impossible. "Wanna cooperate now, or am I playin' question roulette?" [/i]
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"What kind of sick game is this?! What do you want?!"
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[i]"Answers you fûcking aûtistic ferret. Who are ya and why'd you -blam!-ing kill all them people!?" [/i]
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Edited by Apple: 11/18/2017 2:19:07 PM"...Well I'm sorry but I don't take kindly to being forced to do things by sick little pieces of crap like you! ...but I'd rather not die, here, so... I'll answer one question. I'll tell you what they did. They robbed from me, so I killed them. And then the others tried to take me down, like I was the bad guy, so I slaughtered them too."
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[i]"Aight, so you were defending yerself by attacking me? When I literally didn't have any weapons in my hands?" [/i]
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"You seemed like you'd do what they all did. I snap easily."
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[i]"Yeah, so questioning makes you snap?" [/i]
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"In that situation, yes."
