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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/6/2018 4:51:00 AM
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[url=http://www.bungie.net]Dojoville
Late Night[/url]
Behind the Bar...y’know, the one JT picks up chicks at and everyone goes to. It’s generic.
Several gunshots were heard, originating from a large handgun held by what seemed to be the leader of a small group of criminals. They all had surrounded a small, 5’2” woman. She shook in fear, wrapping herself up in her white cloak that covered the short, blue dress she wore underneath. Her silver hair blew a little in the cold wind, her deep blue eyes glancing around at all the scary men around her that had backed her against a wall.
The gun was aimed at the woman, but the bullets stopped mid-air, held in place by a strange blue aura. The group stared at the bullets in confusion for a second before shrugging it off, this was the Dojo afterall.
“Come on, I’d rather not have to beat such a beautiful face in, but...oh well. Come ‘ere, lil girl….”
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Open. Join them, figure out why they want her dead, figure out why they want her dead and kill them only to go after her yourself, or defend her. Do whatever.[/spoiler]
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Mason was fully decked out in his armor. He grabbed the leader's gun-wielding arm. "Leave her alone," he demanded. He slammed the leader into the wall.
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The men all opened fire at Mason with their automatic rifles, one of them shooting the girl once in both knees so she could get away.
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He jumped next to the girl, grunting as he tanked a few shots. His Void light was expressed into a Ward of Dawn as the bullets flew. The light would start to heal the damage done to the woman.
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The girl teared up in pain, laying on the ground shaking. The men instantly held fire, not wasting ammunition as one of them got out an RPG and a couple others held grenades in their hands.
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Mason waited, he held up the Ward. "It'll be alright, young one," he assured, "My shield won't fall."
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"Th-Thank you...." She cried a little, having just been shot had scared her. The men outside continued to wait patiently.
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The shield still held. But it seemed to really try to heal the young lady. "What's your name, miss?" Mason asked.
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"S-Silver...." She replied, her voice shaking. "H-How are we getting out?"
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"I'm thinking on that," he replied, "Can you climb?" He asked.
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"Umm...sorta? Why? What do you have in mind?" Silver stood back up, having been fully healed.
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"When I say a color, you run, okay?" "Topaz," Mason muttered. Suddenly, the girl was cloaked from sight.
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Silver sprinted, running away from the alley. The criminals had no idea what just happened.
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The Ward disappeared as Mason's body began to spark off Arc Lightning. He leaped and fell, wreathed in Arc Light, as he collided with the ground, waves of Arc Light would knock the other men off their feet and destroy them.
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Edited by Stitch: 1/6/2018 7:00:35 PMThe men all practically sh*t themselves as they tried to run away. "Retreat! Striker!"
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Edited by Splashback77: 1/18/2018 12:09:55 AMMason smiled. He had protected an innocent. He walked away, to find the next person who needed help. [spoiler]End.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Chinkronomicon: 1/8/2018 5:09:20 PMThen the door opened, and out strode the cripple. He followed the noise, tracing the gunshots and pacing himself slowly. One foot forward, metal thud, drag. Repeat. Middle-aged, with fair skin and salt and pepper hair. He was announced by the rhythmic thump and drag of his crutch and exoskeletal leg brace, both gracing one side of his body. The man wore simple khakis with a casual button-down, with only a simple cardigan over his shirt. In other words, a far cry from the majority of the Dojo. In a place where limbs where replaced by superior prosthetics and powerful healing magic was commonplace, a cripple - or anything of the like - was rare. On his belt was a leather holster for a simple semi-automatic pistol. No other weapon. The older man looked at the spectacle with curiosity, eyes finally settling on the blue aura that held the bullets in place. "You know, for a place where literal gods lounge and screw about, it's kind of surprising to see a bunch of goons mugging a young woman. So what happened?" He stood his ground, not moving in front of the line of fire just yet. He wanted to see what the situation really was.
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The men all readied their weapons, but didn't raise them at the older man. The leader spoke up. "This doesn't concern you. We don't want anyone to get hurt, we just want the girl."
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He raised a hand and waved it, as if to signal for them to put their weapons away. "I'm a middle-aged guy with a crutch and a leg brace. No need for those things, god knows I've had them pointed at me too much in my earlier days. Can we do that? Talk without all the barrels?"
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"I wish we could, but too many so called gods roam this place that for all we know you're faking us out and actually a young warrior with superpowers, or maybe an old guy that has tricks up his sleeves that could take down armies. This Dojo isn't very kind."
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The man rolled his eyes. There was a begrudging respect in them, because even he knew the armed gunman was right about the Dojo. "Can't argue too much with that. And how do I know you're not a bunch of blood cultists about to do unspeakable things with this girl? Neither of us are guaranteed, so I say we break even. You take my word, I take yours. The name's Mason Cartier. I own Billhook Cleaners, just across the way from green." Slowly, as to not alarm the stranger, he unholstered his pistol by the barrel and tossed it over to him.
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All of the rifles were reluctantly lowered, but still held in the arns of the criminals. "Fine. You should still leave, old man. We're not going anywhere without her."
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Whoever the old man was, he looked unconvinced. "A bunch of guys with guns telling me they're leaving with a very young girl? Well, I don't know how you Dojo folk do it here, but as an upstanding citizen from where I come from, it's my job to ask why." He shook his head, clicking his tongue in the way an elder might scold his grandchildren. "Are there things like sеxual offences here? Excuse me if that sounds insensitive. Again, foreigner for the most part."
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"H-Hey, I'm an adult...I'm not that young...." The girl mumbled before the criminal leader spoke again. "It's just so we can make some money and feed our families. We won't do anything sexual."
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He shot a glare at the girl. While it pained him to act as aloof as he was, he knew he had to seem neutral as to not draw the thugs onto him. "Ah, so it's about the money? Well then. You see, I just opened up a business myself. Good and honest work. Profitable too. And none of it involves kidnapping this young lady here. Or any young lady for that matter." With an air of mock theatricality, he stroked his chin and snapped in realization. "I'm willing to bet security work for you lot would be more fitting. With all those guns and bravado, anyone's army would be willing to have you. Come now, it's the Dojo. Apparently [i]everyone[/i] has an army of some kind." He shrugged again. "Good and honest work. Much better compared to this ruffian business."
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Edited by Stitch: 1/10/2018 12:35:45 AM"Fight in an army where normal people like us die by the millions? No thanks!" One of the dozen criminals called out, the rest agree and nodding. "We refuse to add to this damn violence. I know that might seem hypocritical with us doing this, but we didn't plan to get anyone hurt. Security is also just a damn suicide contract. Security? Here?" "We'd be dead in a week!" Another one called out, the rest cheering in agreement.
