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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Stitch:
12/11/2017 2:51:45 AM
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[quote][u][b][i]INSTINCT[/i][/b][/u][/quote]
"Yo ho and a bottle of rum~"
"No! Pl-"
[b]-BANG!-[/b]
"Dead."
Bedlam leaned on the doorway, sipping from a bottle he had stolen from behind the counter of the bar.
[u]Why? We just cleared out a bar for what reason?[/u]
[i]It was fun and free drinks.[/i]
He tossed the pistol at the limp body before walking back into the main room of the bar, finishing his drink and throwing it over his shoulder.
[u]It didn't have to be like this...[/u]
Bedlam slowly walked into the middle of the room before suddenly standing still with crossed arms, staring at you as you walked in.
"The bar is closed."
[i]No, it did. It's in our nature.[/i]
[spoiler]Open. Do as you please.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Gonna warn anyone that wants to fight him that he's kinda hard to kill.[/spoiler]
English
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"Eh, fine by me don't typically go to this bar a whole anyway. By the looks of things someone's been busy killing time."says Xexa [i]it was Xexa that walked wearing her typical black cargo pants, a blue t-shirt and light grey hoodie over that. Her electric blue hair was currently down except for her long bangs which were pulled out of her face. She looked at the scene that she saw and strangely wasn't bothered by it. Cause she only came in when she heard the gunshot so for all she knew it was some kind of disagreement so she wasn't going to get involved in that. So she glanced back to him with her bright fushica eyes looking at him for a brief second before starting to turn towards the door. [/i] "Dont worry i wont say a thing hmm.. im gonna go see what mischief i can get into elsewhere. I would offer for you to join me but it looks like you're having plenty of fun already."says Xexa
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"BEDLAM!" Alpha's voice barked "CALM DOWN!" For once, her voice didn't have a note of drunkeness to it. She had her Tranq gun raised, the flash suppressor/silencer at the end aimed at his head. "Now tell me what the -blam!- is going on?"
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Bedlam raised a brow at Alpha before chuckling and sitting down at a booth with a grin. "I'm just living...nothing too big going on with me. How about you? Did you get back together with Death?" He smugly smiled over at her.
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"[i]Imma need a hundred thousand dollars in my hand right now - right now, right now, right now![/i] [i]-Motherfuсkers wanna talk about-[/i]" [i]Click.[/i] [i]The booming, black beat box would pause with it's soft click, it's bearer simply holding the thing in one latching arm. And indeed, it's owner was something else, for he was.. an Uruk. The seven-foot tall, hulking body that was garbed in shining, decorated golden armor and fine, shiny dark black leathers would have to stare down upon Bedlam, his facial expression that showcased a yellow grin being the only given away part of his face, other than his gleaming, greedy yellow eyes. The helmet's base had two wings protruded from it's center, one upwards, the other slanted back like a horn.[/i] "Thought there was a fight, s'not like I care for this rabble's shrak. It's not already over, is it?"
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Bedlam looked around at all the dead bodies before looking back at the Uruk. "Sorry, but I think everyone is dead. You just missed the last one."
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"Damnit." [i]The Uruk would sigh a little, entering as he kicked a body a little. A faint twitch from the drunken, bleeding man, before the Uruk's face would widen with a terrible, golden and yellow grin, as he then brought the box down upon the slowly returning, wounded individual. A sick *Crunch!* resounded as the man went limp, his skull caved in, brain matter dripping from the wound. The Uruk threw the box down, shrugging to himself.[/i] "First I get chased by a crazy prophet girl threatening to brand me. Already got me a brand! Now, this. Ugh. Name's Dúsh. You call me Douсhe, and I'll.. well, you're alright, so I might crush your stones if you know what I mean."
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"Mhmm. The name's Bedlam. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dúsh. You seem to be a rather fun individual. Too many people find this killing to be a bad thing, but it's just how I survive." Bedlam gestured for the Uruk to sit down as he took a seat at a table. "Let's have a drink, eh?"
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"Killing's not bad.. killing's how the world works. My world, and the world before this civilized shrakhole." [i]The Uruk-hai would shuffle himself down into the seat, scrounging throughout his own being before then retrieving what appeared to have been a dirty flask, filled with a sickly dark red liquid.[/i] "[i]There's[/i] a drink for ya. Grog."
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"Grog? Oh, sounds like a good time. Why don't you take the first swig, sir?" Bedlam looked over at the grog with suspicion, not entirely sure whether or not to take a random drink.
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 12/11/2017 9:00:25 PM"You'd think I'd poison you? No, I'd lop your pretty little head off." [i]Dúsh laughed a little, swigging down the contents of the bottle almost immediately. He would wipe off the drink's residue upon his lips, dropping the flask to the ground.[/i] "Jeez. I'm not above poisonin', but.. jeez. So ya killed this lot for survival? ...Seems like a pretty helpless, dead lot."
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"I wasn't fighting in self-defense. I feed off of killing and causing uproar. This is how I eat in a sense." He shrugged. "Not my fault."
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"Not your fault? Pfft-ha! Can't even accept your crimes. You sound like that Ranger!" [i]The Uruk seemingly fumed, then, at the very mention of a "Ranger".[/i] "[i]Oh..[/i] that Ranger. That sniveling, snickering, widowing, piece of walking, smelling shrak."
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"No, I know I murdered people and I accept that, but I had to. Either I do this or die and...well, my life is worth more than these weaklings." Bedlam sighed. "Who's this Ranger anyway?"
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"Damn murderer, though least you have somethin' of a reason. No, he gets his rush through shaming and shrak. See?" [i]The Uruk's hand would then shoot up, though not to hit Bedlam, as his pointer finger would rest upon his right cheek. There, a human hand had seemingly burnt into the flesh, seared into Dúsh's tattered skin, the palm the deepest part of the wound.[/i]
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"Oh sh*t...he really got you." Bedlam narrowed his eyes on the mark, leaning in a little for a few seconds before siiting back in his seat. "That guy sounds like an *sshole."
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"Mmhm. Though.. all's fair in love and war. Except there's not really any love, just war. What about you, then? You seem rather affiliated with both love 'n war. Seems like this is the type of place to settle down and wait for the fights to come 'long." [i]Dúsh smirked a little, leaning back then.[/i]
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"Well..." Bedlam leaned back, placing his feet on a nearby table. "Considering my race is just a bunch of violent by nature *ssholes...I'm pretty familiar with war, yeah. I helped commit genocide a long while back against a race we considered our rivals. As for love...I'm not so sure."
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"Bah. Got to be some crazy girls that're into murderers. Besides - you're still a younger tark, you look to be the type to go after some gals. And you've gone on a genocide? Cheers. Not exactly genocidal 'ere, though I've got three-hundred and eleven under my belt. What about you? You don't even know, do you?" [i]At that, Dúsh would only grin.[/i]
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[b]He heard slow, deliberate footsteps as a familiar face stepped across the doorway, someone he knew very well. Someone who he lived with. He had on a wide-brim hat, colored brown. Same with a duster, one that looked basically like patchwork. He had a grim look on his face, looking more disappointed than anything. Bedlam noticed a gun at his side, like Grant had expected something would happen. Grant’s right arm was a mesh of metal and other things, he hadn’t gotten skin put on it. He pulls his hat down a little more, and spits something out the corner of his mouth. It smelled like tobacco.[/b] “Boy, I knew you had a few screws loose, but this shit? Didn’t think you had it in you. You’re lucky I don’t shoot you dead on the spot. Used to be my duty to bring in people who did shit like this.”
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"Oh great...a lecture." Bedlam rolled his eyes and sat down at a table. Grant would probably notice the blue ring in Bedlam's eyes were gone. [u]You're not killing him.[/u] [i]I wasn't, but now I'm tempted.[/i]
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“A lecture? Hell no. You know I don’t do lectures. That’s Panta or somebody’s job. I’m here because there’s a goddamned psychopath staying in my house. If I would’ve known you were this apathetic, never would’ve let you in my house. And you’d better never come back or talk to Panta ever again. Or next time I’m not gonna be the one talking.” [b]Grant walks over to Bedlam, putting his non-robotic hand on his shoulder.[/b] “You were like a son to me. And most people would think that’s grounds for forgiveness. But it’s not. Not for me. I’ve killed family before. And I won’t hesitate to do it again if you set a single foot on my property or get anywhere near my family ever again. You got that?” [b]Grant’s right hand was hovering near his gun, just in case Bedlam tried anything.[/b]
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Edited by Stitch: 12/11/2017 3:32:08 AM[u]Grant...[/u] [i]Oh, this tears you up, doesn't it?[/i] [u]...I'm so sorry.[/u] Bedlam just gazed up at Grant with a smirk and shrugged. "Don't worry, father, Panta will be the one to kill me if anything. It was fun staying with you, but...things happen." [u]We're not leaving Grant![/u] [i]He's the one leaving us.[/i]
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“Bedlam, I don’t think you get what I’m saying here. You’re treating this like it’s just a punishment. It’s not. I will kill you if you ever come near me or my family ever again. By my hand or another’s.” [b]He sees Grant clench his hand around his pistol, and sees something Grant hasn’t ever done in Bedlam’s company. He looks Bedlam straight in the eyes.[/b] “I don’t want to do this, but you’ve forced my hand. I will not have a danger like you around me, my children, my friends, or anyone I know. I promised myself no harm would ever come to them again if it was in my power. And this is. So you are dead to me, Bedlam. At least few Bedlam I know is dead. The one who would laugh and mess around a pick up girls and have fun with kids isn’t there anymore. Don’t think I didn’t notice those eyes. Last little bit of decency left you, didn’t it? And don’t worry. I’ll be telling your girl about this as well.”
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[spoiler]I will let you know when the next post with her comes up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Aighty[/spoiler]
