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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Inflatablepants:
12/30/2017 12:01:08 AM
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As he walked in, he would see that this room was large. The centre floor was rectangular In shape, being 100ft wide from where Zane stood and 80ft in length. There was a stair case on the right side of the room which lead up to a walkway. There were eight doors on this walkway, likely leading into different rooms and the like. In the centre there was a brazier, lit and flaming. There were two more in the room, one to the left of the lit one, and one to the right of it. Past the brazier was another set of double bronze doors.
Oh, there was also the person hanging from the ceiling.
It seemed that they were trapped by some net trap that entangled them into an awkward position, where their arms were in no place to be moved around. The man dangled ten feet in the air, and a rope was strung from the top of the net to the balcony and was locked in place by the mechanism there.
The figure in the net was well armed. He had two fancy looking swords on his back, straps of magazines on his legs and chest, as well as what looked to be some kind of steel arm that coated his left arm. The net was twirling in the air, so that his face was away from Zane. Zane would then hear him whisper.
“Dani...have they entered?” He asked. There wasn’t another woman in the room from what Zane saw, however.
“I don’t know. I see as much as you do.” A woman suddenly spoke from the same source. “Be quiet...maybe you won’t get us killed.”
“Well fine...be that way.”
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[i]Zane activated his thermal vision, moving silently around the room. His eyes scanning, looking for the woman.[/i]
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He only picked up the one source now. The net span on the rope, slowly so that the man’s face was making its way towards the door where Zane stood.
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[i]He took out his dagger and threw it at the rope, then moved around the room.[/i]
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The dagger cut through the rope, and the figure fell to the floor with a [i]”AH!”[/i] and landed on the ground. “Ah! Ahaha! My tailbone! AGHHHHHH.” He Yelled, grabbing his behind as he curled up on the floor. Suddenly the female voice came from...well...him. “I think whoever it is, is in the room.” “Ya...no kidding....”
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[i]Zane sighed silently, it appeared that this person had some kind of split personality. He decided to speak up, echoing his voice across the room to hide his position.[/i] "Alright, who the hell are you, and why are you here?"
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Suddenly the man seemed to generate some form of arrow from his hand. It was bright and blue, and with its tip he cut through the net, freeing himself. He got to his feet, looking around which Allowed Zane to see the man’s full figure. He was likely 5’8”. Along with this he had Long brown hair, slicked back and lengthy on top. Brown eyes, proportional face that was smooth from cheek to jaw and curved down to his broad chin. His skin was tanned, but other than that he was clearly Caucasian. He wore a dark black colour palette for the most part. The man had a roguish look to him, clearly the design of being a mercenary. He had a grey shirt underneath a strap that contained a variety of knives. While his right arm is unburdened. Meanwhile his left seemed to have some form of exo attachment that consisted of a small shoulder pad while steel moved down his left arm and into a glove made of steel. The strap mentioned before moved down to the man’s belt, which in turn had straps that go down the man’s pants and to his boots. On these leg straps are magazines for his guns. He wore two dark black pistols on each side of his hips. On his back were two sheathed blades, identical in nature. They were longswords from what Zane saw and each had a rounded pommel. guards on these blades move up at and angle in the shape of lightning bolts. They looked...expensive. Around his neck was fur, likely from a fox but it’s been dyed to a pristine white. With the fur, a hood comes with it, black in its colour. He looked around the room, trying to get a sight on Zane. “It’s rude to hide during introductions, Y’know!” The man called out. As Zane looked at the man further, he realized... Well, this figure was barely a man. He looked to be 18.
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"It's called being cautious. I dont know you at all, could be a raider for all I know. What's a kid like you doing here anyway?"
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“Got a contract for this place.” The man would reply to the ceiling, putting his hood over his head. He was looking away from Zane at the time as he did so. “Some Guy is driving everyone here nuts with some illegal magic and what not. I’m here to deal with the problem.” He continued to explain. Then he looked in Zane’s direction. Zane saw that some form of light blue holographic visor had formed in front of the man’s brown eyes. The man smiled as he looked directly at Zane. “Well hello there!” The figure said, suddenly pointing an open left hand with his metal like arm towards Zane. Suddenly a laser of blue light shot out at Zane as fast as any laser pointer, with pinpoint accuracy. It seemed harmless though. “Ooooh. Nice suit!” A feminine voice suddenly spoke through Zane’s helmet, the same from before. “Is it custom? Ah, whatever. Hey, who’s this here? A V.I?” The voice would ask, seemingly knowing Alfred was present in Zane’s suit.
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[b][u]Oh....well that's quite rude, entering without permission. I'm afraid I must ask you to leave.[/u][/b] [i]Zane uncloaked seeing as he had been discovered, drawing his Buster sword and having it hang loosely at his side.[/i]
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“Well, fine then. I didn’t want to talk to you anyways!” The woman said, her presence leaving Zane’s helm. The man chuckled as he put down his hood, looking to Zane. “Huh. She’s right, it is a good looking suit of armor!” The man complimented.
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"Thanks, was a gift from a friend. I've had it for a while now, kept adding more modifications to boost it's effectiveness. Use to boost my aura till I lost it. You got some pretty impressive looking swords as well." [b][u]Also apologies, I just feel uneasy when there's more then another AI. Nothing against you.[/u][/b]
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“Don’t mind Dani, she likes giving people a hard time.” The man said, drawing one of his blades. It was double aged, shiny and glimmering steel. It was a thin blade, but seemed to be incredibly well made. “And ya, it’s slick. Though I prefer not to use it whenever I can.” He told Zane, twirling his blade before sheathing it. “Anyways, care to introduce yourself? You get to go first after all you were the one who came in unannounced!”
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"I'm Zane Nightingale. Would have came in announced but I was a tad concerned considering the guys I passed on the way here. Can't blame a guy for being cautious."
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“Ya I can-“ suddenly the man stopped himself, blinking slowly at Zane. “Wait...Wait. Like, Zane? THE ZANE? Slayer of majora, cleanser of twilight, bane of Tywin and all that?”
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"The one and only. Didn't realize I had so many titles. Where did your get the gear?"
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/30/2017 1:51:53 AM“Whoa whoa whoa hold on, you’re acting like me meeting you isn’t a big thing or anything!” The man said. “It isn’t.” His suit would say, The A.I known as Dani. “Ugh. Fine, fine. And the gear? I...know a guy, let’s leave it at that.” The figure would then extend his hand to Zane. “Jonathan, Jonathan Baker.” He introduced.
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[i]He walked up and shook Jonathan's hand, putting away his blade in the process.[/i] "Pleased to meet you. So you said that something here is driving the cultists more insane then usual?"
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“Ya, that’s what the contractor told me anyways.” Jon told him, releasing Zane’s hand. “Apparently He was from here, one of them started wielding magic that was forbidden and what not. Told me to deal with just him, and leave everyone else alive. I’ve been able to make it only this far before falling into a trap, but otherwise we’re off to a good start!”
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"Oh, well you're gonna be one guy short. Had to kill one after I woke one up looking for answers."
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“You...you just...ugh....” Jon then said, putting his fingers to the bridge of his nose and walking away from Zane. “Great. Fantastic. I’m sure he was only the contractors second cousin or something. Or brother. Or father.”
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"Hey look, I'll explain it to your contractor, even pay for damages. If your pay drops I'll make up the difference. No need to sweat it."
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The Merc put a hand on his hip, thinking for a moment before turning to Zane. “Hmm. Yea...okay. Sure. But NO KILLING ANYONE ELSE, alright?”
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"Yeah I gotcha. You know anything about a magic machine that makes pants?"
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“Uh....isn’t that just a sewing machine?”
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"Yeah, except this one can make enchanted pants. A salesman said he's lower the price on a pair that could help restore my magic if I brought him this machine."
