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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/9/2017 5:36:10 AM
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[spoiler]So, Jason is using:
-USEG RML (held in his satchel)
-USEG HGA1 (held on his back)
-SCAR-H STD (held in his hands)
-Energy-Saber (held at his lower back)
-Fun-time mystery grenades (held at his belt)[/spoiler]
[i]While one might have expected an angry outburst from Jason at the fact that he was facing another ungodly annoying foe, he simply remained calm and collected, even if he had preferred to fight Victoria or JT... they would've been fun, at the very least
This wouldn't be. It would be quite annoying, in fact -- definitely.
He wasted absolutely no time, instantaneously taking aim at Bedlam with his SCAR-H STD, releasing a burst of five 7.62x51mm bullets at him, the rapid bangs being the first thing to break the autonomous silence, while the bright muzzle flash illuminated Jason's black power armour, the dark arena leaving him to blend in with the shadows ever so slightly.
As far as his other weapons went... he held three cylindrical, matte black cannisters at his belt while the hilt of his currently deactivated energy-saber sat at his lower back. His last of four weapons being the USEG HGA1, loaded with the same two matte black cannisters as usual, matching with the main body of the flamethrower. His satchel sat at his left side.[/i]
English
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Instead of doing the more tactical thing and running, Bedlam flew forward with a yell. His appearance being that of an orange gi with his black hair spiked up. Two of the rounds found themselves cutting through some of his left arm, but Bedlam kept flying forward, right fist raised. With incredible speed and strength, Bedlam threw his fist at Jason's chest.
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[i]When the fist flung, sickly green gas would explode outwards from Jason's belt, one of the grenades having been activated as the Russian deftly dodged the fist by dashing to the right. The gas blanketed a good ten meters in a circular shape around him and Bedlam, and Bedlam... ...well, his eyes would start to sting, tearing up as agonising pain filled him. The first breath he took would make his lungs and throat start to burn and hurt, while the effects only got worse the longer he was exposed. It was tear gas, no doubt about it, Jason's helmet filtering his breathing. Of course, that was if Lam didn't magically have immunity to the gas.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 12/9/2017 4:08:34 PMBedlam chuckled inside of the gas, the pain filling him with pleasure as he was forced to shut his eyes...but he still was somehow completely capable of seeing everything. "Fun gas." He unleashed a rapid attack of kicks aimed at Jason, all of them having the equivalent force as Jason's own kicks. With his smaller frame and the closeness of the two, he had an advantage. Considering both his smaller body making a smaller target and his agility not hindered by thick armor, were rather important.
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[i]Actual bullshit.[/i]
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[spoiler]What? Dude, no sh*tposting in fights.[/spoiler]
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[i]Jason only chuckled as she dashed backwards, both amused and pleased since Bedlam apparently lacked brain cells and stayed in the gas, the effects would only worsen and worsen through both the fact that he inhaled it and the fact that it was absorbed through the skin, until... His muscles seized up as the gas disrupted the signaling between nerves and muscles, causing a neuromuscular block and flaccid paralysis. Every single muscle in his body lost feeling as the nerve gas worked its magic.[/i] "It is."
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"Why don't you breath some in too?!" The gas just spread across the arena, far more than it should as Bedlam burst out of the gas, aiming another punch, but this time at Jason's helmet. He seemed far far faster than before. "I'd hate to be selfish and keep it to myself!" After the punch, he'd just keep flying forward with punches and kicks at extremely close range.
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[i]And yet, Jason kept up, his ocular cybernetics kicking in, making it so that each and every one of Bedlam's punches and kicks took minutes to fly. Combat-Stims lifted his subconscious blocks, heightening his strength and speed both as the servos and artifical muscle bundles in his arms and legs - and his armour, too - tapped into his energy core.[/i] "Thanks for the offer, but I'll decline." [i]He elegantly and deftly wove through the attacks, manipulating where the two moved with his dodges and his dashes, guiding Bedlam... simply in nothing more than a circle. Jason's SCAR-H hit the ground as he tossed it aside, skidding a little from the careful throw so it didn't just clatter into the ground. He smirked, his eyes taking on an unseen twinkle. With a hum of machinery waking up from its slumber, the Russian activated his Energy-Saber, a three feet blade of plasma extending without a hitch. The heat and the blade were each finely contained, hilt held in his right hand. He immediately started his counter, twirling the sword around in the middle of Bedlam's flurry of attacks, more or less aiming to turn him into a quadriplegic, because plasma "burning" at fifty-thousand degrees Fahrenheit didn't mix well with flesh...[/i]
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Bedlam caught the blade in his hand with ease, smirking as the plasma seemed to seep into his skin. Without waiting a single moment, he pulled Jason forward by the blade and aimed a punch with his other hand into the elbow armor. "Plasma? Really!?" The young man wasn't nearly as slow or weak as his opponent seemed to think. His speed easily matched if not surpassed Jason's and the lack of thick armor only made him more agile.
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[spoiler]I was given permission, before you flip shit.[/spoiler] [i]Jason only grinned wide when his blade was grabbed, Bedlam's fist hitting nothing more than an energy shield, making it flare up in navy blue. The little kike had locked himself in place, and that was just absolutely perfect in every single way, while the Ruski could've gotten out at any point, because the thing with Energy-Sabers was that the blades could be deactivated. Without as much as a noise, a perfect copy of Jason appeared behind Lam, floating an inch or two above the ground, unseen and unheard. A loud bang rang out as its right fist flung at the back of Bedlam's head, the sound barrier quit literally breaking at the speed it went, air surrounding the fist and the forearm for the absolute instant it flew. [/i]
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[i]Interesting.[/i] At the last second, without even looking back, Bedlam's head simply moved a little to the left and out of the way as if he had anticipated the move. [i]If only he understood what he was doing...[/i] Bedlam spun around with a kick aimed down at the copy's head, his speed exceeding even that of the clone. [i]...this might've been more fun.[/i]
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[i]The clone easily moved as fast as Bedlam, going even faster than Jason, who had still been keeping up. Its right forearm blocked the kick, shin getting stopped there where the ankle began, while the copy didn't move as much as an inch. Immediately, its left fist came crashing down on Bedlam's kneecap, aiming to shatter it. Jason, in the meantime, had backed up, his attention focused on puppeteering his copy, since that thing was significantly more capable than him.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 12/10/2017 6:41:48 PM[spoiler]This is too serious. Some fun has to be thrown in.[/spoiler] Bedlam had used his other leg to kick off of the copy's chest, causing him to fly through the air and land on his feet a small distance away. The young man shifted his feet into a wide stance as his body began to shake. "Miyo! Anime no chikaraaaaa!!!" [spoiler]"Behold! The power of anime!" ....at least that's what google translate says[/spoiler] The young man yelled, an aura of energy surrounding him. For some reason no one would attack him while he's like this because anime logic, I guess. ~~~An episode later~~~ Bedlam's hair turned a bright yellow and grew down past his shoulders. In both of his hands were katanas and in his mouth he bit down on the handle of a third weeb sword, giving him the ability to triple wield because that's for some reason a thing. I dunno how the Japanese thought that made sense, but I guess it's just to look cool. Anyway, Bedlam rushed forward with his swords raised to battle Jason once more! He was determined to win and become the Hokage of his village.
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[i]Whatever, I'll... let you have your dang transformation. The Stand only cocked its head to the side in a most genuine confusion, while Jason was heard groaning in annoyance off somewhere to the side and the back, busy twisting his thumbs as he controlled his puppet. Regardless, the copy charged off as well, its right fist reared back as it shot towards Bedlam like an arrow. It was a most durable Stando Powah, so the katanas would no doubt shatter on impact, while the clone would be devastating in its punches, annoying kike or no. Its golden faceplate caught a glint of sunlight, making it shimmer as it threw its punches, the sound barrier breaking for a second time.[/i]
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Bedlam's enhanced speed allowed him to deflect the punches with the sword in his left hand and the one held in his mouth, while his right sword attempted to slash at the Stand with its long blade. Surprisingly, the blades were extremely durable and showed no sign of breaking. [i]I shall bring honor to my famiry![/i] The weeb with katanas kept charging forward, his blades moving too fast for the eye to see.
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[i]Yet, the copy kept up, the swords still very much visible to the eyes as it... really wasn't human at all. The slash was its cue to go on the defensive, right hand nonchalantly batting the blade aside when it came swooping in. Bedlam's charge would inevitably come to a stop as the Stand remained rooted in place, its arms a blur as it blocked and deflected whatever was thrown at it. Jason, in the meantime... was literally just lunching, drinking a nice vodka and eating an even nicer sandwich. He didn't like interfering when his copy was fighting, and dealing with a troll really took some energy.[/i]
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Bedlam jumped back after a minute of continuously attacking the stand. [i]Let's get all Naruto on his *ss...[/i] He made a strange hand signal, creating a shadow clone of himself beside him. The clone flew after Jason while the original leaped back toward the Stand to continue their fight. "Believe it!" The two Bedlam's attacked their targets, their smaller size still making them more agile than their opponents.
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[spoiler]the -blam!- is a gi[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gi -a lightweight two-piece white garment worn in judo and other martial arts. A gi typically consists of loose-fitting pants and a jacket that is closed with a cloth belt.[/spoiler]
