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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by GingerlyWalnut3:
12/16/2017 7:51:21 PM
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[b]Titanfall:[/b]
[i]Dojoville, near The Gate[/i]
Ginger coughed, stunned momentarily by the blinding light that shone through his helmet’s visor. [i]The Insurmountable Skullfort[/i], flawless under pressure, had saved his head from cracking open against the hard rock that he’d landed upon. His chestplate, standard-issue DURGA-GNT Type-0, hadn’t been as fortunate. The spinmetal had been scratched up on impact, and the once bright orange armor was stained vermilion with Martian dust, and some amount of blood. Squinting his eyes as he stood up, Ginger wasn’t quite sure if it was his or not.
One moment, he’d been sitting with Aries at the Ramen Shop, making fun of their past antics. The next moment, he’d been swept away by... something. When he awoke on Mars, he had to fight for three days straight against a relentless Cabal onslaught, before... this. Wherever [i]this[/i] was. There was no Traveler looming above the skyline... come to think of it, there was no City either. Ginger dusted off his armor, sending red sand flying everywhere, before he pulled out his Thesan-FR4 fusion rifle, and resolutely set it, unwittingly, towards the Dojo.
[spoiler]Open to all. [/spoiler]
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Ginger would hear the sharp staccato of combat boots landing on the ground, then someone yell- "I'm gay!" Followed by Garin's head appearing from behind a rock. "Welcome."
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“[b]Well... cool?[/b]” Ginger raised his [i]Thesan FR4[/i] fusion rifle at the head, but stopped himself from charging the weapon. Something didn’t seem too dangerous about this guy. “[b]So, uh, you gonna come out from behind that thing bud?[/b]”
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Garin stepped out from behind the rock, revealing his full stature- he stood at around 5'11, and he appeared to have put on at least 10 pounds. It's winter, fam. His coat appeared to be thicker, as it was now Kevlar and lined with inserted ceramic plates. His revolver was in it's holster and his sword in it's sheath. His right hand flowed with a faint blue. "As cool as you guys are, we really don't need another one. Guardians, I mean. There're already a few of 'em here."
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“[b]Really?... What’s that supposed to mean?[/b]” The last bit was said with some gravitas, timed with the sudden change of his [i]Insurmountable Skullfort[/i]’s color to a threatening crimson, with a more violent pattern playing across its display. Subtly, his grasp tightened around his fusion rifle.
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Garin's hand motioned to his revolver. "Dude. If I wanted to kill you, I would have. Or, I would have tried. Fuсk, I hate that line, but it works. Anyways. What I mean is that this place over yonder-" He pointed east, towards a large village and a walled... Dojo, of sorts. I honestly have no fuсking clue what else to call it. "houses literally fuсktons of people, and like, five or six of them are Gaurdians. I can help you get there, if you want." [spoiler]Dew it.[/spoiler]
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Ginger eyed him for a moment after Garin’s tirade, still visibly uneasy, but then he loosens his grip on his Fusion Rifle. He didn’t exactly have any other choice but to trust this man at the moment. His helmet still remained in its combat patterns, just in case shit went south. “[b]Yeah,[/b]” he said eventually, “[b]I wouldn’t mind some help getting there.[/b]”
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"Alrighty then, c'mere and grab my hand." He stuck out his hand, his palm still glowing with that faint blue color. "You can trust me."
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Ginger held out his hand, but immediately withdrew it as small shocks of lightning shot through his forearm, coagulating in his hands. He was still on some adrenaline from the battle, and the shock of appearing here, mixed with his distrust of this stranger, didn't exactly help him. Regardless, he eventually controlled his nerves, and grabbed the man's hand. "[b]You betray me,[/b]" he said deadpan, "[b]And I'll put a burst in your head faster than you can yell for help.[/b]"
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"I mean, you could try." He kept his hand out and motioned to Ginger's. "Now hurry up, I don't have all day."
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[spoiler]Bruh I said I grabbed his hand already[/spoiler] Ginger had already grabbed his hand, thoughts of headbutting the man's irritable face into oblivion crossing his mind once or twice.
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[spoiler]oh[/spoiler] In a flash of blue light, the two arrived at the gates of the Dojo. "Here it is, man. The cesspool of the universe."
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“[b]I take it you’re a native then.[/b]” Ginger exchanged a glance at Garin, before looking around at his surroundings.
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"Partly. I live here, but I was born on Earth around, eh... I think it's about 28 years ago. Feels like a fuсkin' eternity though." Garin's voice was filled with disdain and possibly hatred for the Dojo. He shook his head as he opened the massive wooden gates, paint peeling into his hand. Holding the gate open with his foot, Garin patted his side and inner pocket. "After you. And yes, I'm checking to see if you stole anything. You can never be sure." Do I trust Garin? Eh. Should Ginger? No. Just a tip. [spoiler]he isn't gonna pull anything tho 🅱[/spoiler]
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“[b]I’m from Earth too... though likely another timeline.[/b]” Ginger walked through the door, eyeing Garin through peripheral vision the entire time. He still didn’t trust the shifty, quirky man who showed him he way.
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As he walked, the green clashing violently with the red of the debris he brought with his gait, the Titan would be greeted with the familiar timid staccato crackle of the old Khvostov. Usually, that meant one thing. Newly resurrected Guardians. As his path took him closer, he would see a warlock with a newly fabricated set of standard 'Born Spark' robes and helm. His starkly white ghost hovered by his ear, playing back some sort of advice for his aim as the Warlock fired at a series of targets created by his ghost, faintly humanoid in size and shape. [i]A little lower.[/i] "Sure." After this helpful tidbit, his gun would jam as he fired the next burst. The Warlock began to fiddle with his rifle, looking it over and attempting to fix it in that wonderously and infuriatingly patient and methodical way that all of these warrior-scholars seem to take upon attempting something
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/17/2017 5:16:20 AM“[b]Oh, thank the Traveler, another Guardian.[/b]” Ginger breathed, relieved and exhausted at the same time. The Titan wore what seemed to be old standard-issue Vanguard armor, painted some shade of ginger-orange at one point, though the paint job had been worn away by combat. “[b]You look pretty green to me... so how did a Warlock like you get here?[/b]” The lights on his [i]Insurmountable Skullfort[/i] flashed a calming blue-green as he slowly approached the Guardian, weapon stowed away on his back.
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The two exchanged glances "No clue" [i]Scans indicated vex-like anomalies, but with an absence of vex.[/i] The Warlock cleared the jam, emptied the chamber, and removed the clip
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[spoiler]It's a magazine lol[/spoiler] Ginger scowled, his [i]Insurmountable Skullfort's[/i] hue shifting to a cautious orange as he subtly detected the seemingly Vex-related anomalies. It was a strong, internalized gut feeling that left him uneasy. "[b]So you just... appeared here? Recently?[/b]"
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The Warlock nodded. "Yeah. No clue as to why. One moment I'm in the old Arlington Memorial, the next...I'm here."
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"[b]I had the same thing happen to me.[/b]" Ginger pulled out his Pulsar-MSe Pulse Rifle and, inspired by the Warlock, checked it for battle damage. His drawn-out engagement with the Cabal had stained the brightly-colored weapon with black, oil-like fluid, that caused the red martian sand to stick to the weapon. He sat down on a nearby rock, and began to clean the weapon off, with practiced precision. "[b]I just got off of Mars. Suddenly there was a flash of light... And I came here. Wonder if whatever it was that brought the two of us here was the same thing.[/b]"
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"Well, I guess we're sticking with you." The Warlock stated "Strength in numbers." His Ghost just sat there, quiet
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"[b]Right... Well, I was hoping that you knew where to go, 'cause I don't know when or where we are.[/b]" Ginger finally brushed the last of the grime off of his weapon, a pool of blackness oozing out near his feet. Avoiding it, he stood up, and pointed at the Dojo's gate in the distance. "[b]Figure that place wouldn't be a bad place to start.[/b]"
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The Ghost shook its head [i]Too many anomalies. We've detected everything from a Guardian's light, to hardlight, plasma, ballistics, and unknown energies.[/i]
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"[b]So its inhabitants are dangerous?[/b]" Ginger asked the Ghost quizzically, a tinge of tension entering his voice.
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[i]More than likely. Caution is advised.[/i] The Warlock loaded his gun "Ready?"
