originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Yep. Blame Celkym if anything-"
[i]A sudden *whoosh* noise would suddenly whisk over the plain area, as Zara's body would suddenly fragment and crack with a frightening bright energy, before her being would suddenly become ethereal, then disappear in a flurry of cubic particles. The same would happen to Elizabeth, her own form suddenly dissipating as if absorbed and taken by some outside force.[/i]
[i]All that remained was Celkym, as she would nod towards Jason.[/i]
>"Just repositioning. Both of their positions, armoring, and such were dreadful."<
[i]An odd set of words, from a woman who was left out in the open. It was enough that she had given away one ability: transporting individuals utilizing some sort of networking. Whether this included Jason as well, was the question. Of which, this Celkym seemed to bring up.[/i]
>"Would you like to head somewhere else for combat? The Dojo Mountain would surely draw in others.. others whom aren't exactly the most fond of our "Thоt Trio"."<
[i]Weirdass alien lady.[/i]
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[spoiler]*casually replies like two days later*[/spoiler] [i]Jason was just left rather bewildered when the other two T H O T S were teleported or... fuсking removed from existence or whatever. He already groaned within his thoughts at an opponent capable of teleportation since that stuff was just boring, bland, annoying, one-dimensional, and so very easily expected because most of the time it was just used to avoid each and every single attack. Fun. He rolled his shoulders even in his armour, right hand absentmindedly moving back to the safety of his gun, giving it a quick flick back on. Then, he simply made a 'hmm' noise as his SCAR-H disappeared completely, seeming to "pixelate" and fade away with its cord and all, only to vanish completely in a dim blast of blue light that became lighter towards its core, where it was fully white.[/i] "I, uh... Y'all should seriously consider getting a new name, because 'thot trio' just sounds like something thought up by a fuсkin'... twelve-year-old. Your Star Wars bud probably has the mentality of one, but still.... fuсkin' cosplay nerds..." [i]He crackled his metal knuckles on his now empty hands as his sentence trailed off towards the end, becoming little more than a mutter to himself. His silver eyes gave Celkym a once-over or two, before he slowly nodded, coming to an answer he had been mulling over for a while regardless.[/i] "Yeah, sure, let's head elsewhere. I've been itching for some excitement."