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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]
English
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[i]Well they aren't stupid,[/i] he thought to himself bitterly. He made himself wince at the sound of their rejoicing agreement. "Forgive me for calling your card, but it doesn't [i]seem[/i] hypocritical. It just plain is. Instead of finding any other work, you hold your guns up to a girl at the back of a bar." The man shifted his weight and tapped his crutch's butt against the ground. "That's almost as bad as mugging someone like me. Except I'm a dandelion compared to the... exotic people of the Dojo. Maybe security or military isn't the life. Find another job. Go someplace other than Tatakai. Tell me, how well is it to feed your family off of ransom money made off a helpless girl?"
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"Who said anything about ransom money? We were going to use her abilities to try and make some money. I mean, she can make people happy, literally, just out of no where by just touching them. Lots of money can be made from a girl that can give people happiness no matter how screwed their life is."
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For effect, he turned his head to the young woman backed up into a wall. Then he swung back towards the armed men. "This doesn't seem like a proper business deal to me. In fact, now this just sounds worse than ransom. Holding a potential partner up at gunpoint is never a good idea. That's like someone threatening my life just because they want a share in my store. Using the poor girl's abilities wouldn't be bad if you had her permission. But this? This is sad. Is this what people have come to? Forcing others to do something for them just because they're different?" As good as Mason's act was, he barely held back the irony in his voice. The very things he was saying almost contradicted what his true purpose in the Dojo was - and what the goals of his employers were.
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"Don't blame us. Blame the damn gods and so called heroes that make life a living hell for us....I just want my little girl happy again...." The man holstered his weapon. "If you're not going to fight us then just leave, we're not being talked out of this."
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People just trying to get by in a place like the Dojo. A haven of violence, erratic behaviour and death. The birthplace of legends that most often began in undiagnosed sociopathy. He couldn't hide it. One of his hands clenched into a fist as he thought of [i]him.[/i] "We all want something," he spoke softly, "and god knows I understand what it means to do anything for a loved one. But you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. I never had someone like me to catch me in the act and tell me to stop. Lucky me, I guess. You have a few choices. Option 1: You can draw your gun and leave me a corpse on the ground with the poor young lady here most likely too traumatized to perform any tricks for you lot. And trust me when I say that you'll be leaving me as a corpse. Would you like that?"
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"We're not killing you. You two, grab her..." Two men rushed forward and grabbed the girl, gagging her so she couldn't yell and tying her hands behind her back. "Sorry, old man, but she'll make us rich."
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He shifted his weight to his good leg and pointed the crutch at the speaker, ignoring the girl for now. "So be it then. I'm still new around here, so I don't really get the customs, but I'll try my hand at it anyways. I challenge you to a good old-fashioned melee duel." The man spoke with complete sureness despite his position. A cripple challenging an armed thug to a fight - who the hell was this guy? "Beat me, and you get my wallet and my gun. I have a ghost card, like a credit card but stocked with thousands of dollars' worth of cryptocurrency. Untraceable money to an anonymous user. You could buy an entire militia and nobody could trace it to you. But if I win, you let the girl and I go. Come now. You're going to take the girl anyways - might as well make some extra funds off an old man who wants some exercise. Oh, and I wouldn't try just robbing me of my card. My wallet needs my clearance to unlock itself, after all. So what do you say?" His tone was taunting, as if trying to lead the thug into the battle by condescension.
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"So this is the catch? I don't feel like possibly losing her just because you have a trump card...but the money...." The man thought it over for a bit. "I don't think I could hurt an old cripple even if he's asking for it. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to rob you. Men, let's take her home." The girl squirmed and kicked as she was tied and carried away.
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He cursed quietly under his breath. Since the thug didn't take the bait, it looks like he had to drop the subtlety. "Right. Option 2 then." Materializing out of thin air, several drones about as big as an armoured fist appeared. Their lights shone down brightly on the group like a collection of mobile spotlights. "If you don't take the deal," he began, "then I contact almost every two-bit law enforcement wannabe in the Dojo. Every faction that thinks that they're providing justice and protection all drawn to you lot. I'm sure you're smart enough to know how many PMCs and personal armies are run by people who try to be the good guys. I start streaming these drones and their location, and you'll have every "hero" on your trail in minutes. Funny, how useful these little helpers can be. I usually use them to help me carry loads back at the shop, but fit them with a couple cameras and wire them right... and speaking of which, they're on a digital dead man's switch. Shoot one of them, and this goes live. Shoot me... now, you wouldn't wanna find out what my drones do when my biometrics flatline." He spread his free hand outwards theatrically. "So what's it gonna be? Indulge an old man's silly request, or race every prick with a weapon in this place?"
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"I think the guys hunting the heroes will just use that opportunity to their advantage and keep us covered...buuut....Fire!" All of the men took aim at the drones, all firing at them at the same time.
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While half were caught in the crossfire, the others weren't dumb. They scrambled and began swirling around the men, keeping them preoccupied by zipping by their lines of fire. Taking this opportunity, the man pointed his crutch at the young lady during the chaos. Now that all of the men were too busy firing their weapons, it was his chance. From the crutch's end launched a translucent ball no bigger than the tip of the crutch itself. It attached to the young woman, pulling her back rapidly via the metal cord that anchored it to the structure it was shot from. The cripple grunted and bent on one knee, the other locking into position through its mechanical leg brace as he opened his free arm to catch the young woman. Zooming back to their master, the remaining drones directed their light towards each other, forming a sheet of energy over the duo: a crude shield. He stared back at the thugs through the shields, eyes now free of his hasty bluffs. Pupils filled with contempt that seethed at the thugs. "Bullies and thugs, all of you. Lemme tell you the truth. There are no heroes and villains. Here, there are only people like you but in different clothes. Here's another truth: there was no signal to every armed faction. But someone is coming." For a moment his anger subsided, looking at the men with pity. "Go. Please, before they get here. Nobody has to get hurt tonight."
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[b]Several people around a woman cowering in fear? Not unusual in any aspect. He didn’t really know what they were planning for her, looked like most likely a robbery. Possibly something worse, but what they were doing didn’t change much. It was how much either side would pay, didn’t matter in what. Cash, favors, equipment, anything really. He didn’t really see a bunch of street thugs having anything more than some chump change or shitty weapons. Maybe a welfare check if he was lucky. He would reveal himself at this point, walking out into the light. Everything about him was rainbow-colored, his armor completely flamboyant. His skin was pale, and his hair was a white color. He had a bandanna around his mouth and nose, covering most of his face. There was a prism strapped to his side, which he gripped.[/b] “Well, fellas. Seems you’ve got quite something here. Now, I ain’t here to white knight the shit out of you, but I’m not here to just let you take the girl. Now... For you fellas to leave with the girl and all your blood, I’m gonna need a little incentive.” [b]He would then look straight at the girl, his eyes staying the same stern expression.[/b] “Now, if you’ve got a counter-proposition, then I’m open to all offers. All it takes is one good deal to wipe these guys off the map, girlie.”
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"Uh huh..." The leader looked the man up and down, confused again. "Okay, Mr. LGBTQ Community, we won't shoot you if you leave...and considering you're probably one of the damn god like *ssholes around here we'll give you...uhh...the girl's cloak. That'll fetch a nice price on a market...don't ask how I know....Fine, I'm into fashion and I know the material used is worth a fair price. Will you take the deal?" Silver looked to the rainbow mercenary with fear in her eyes, clearly too frozen in place to make a counter offer at the moment.
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[b]Theodynn would laugh, looking at the men with amusement in his eyes. He’d take a large wad of cash from his pocket, and throw it on the ground. It was seemingly a wad of $100 bills.[/b] “You see that? That’s eight-thousand dollars. That’s how much I get paid daily for my work. And you think some random girl’s cloak would fetch a price anywhere near what it would be to pay me off? I can see what heat you guys are packing, you’ve got some fancy shit. One or two pieces of your kit would fetch a better price than anything that cloak could be worth. Plus, I don’t know good buyers for it.” [b]He grips his prism a little tighter, and it audibly shifted around, glass grinding against glass.[/b] “Now, do either of your sides want to make me an actual offer, or are you just gonna sit there like dumbasses laughing at my armor?”
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"We can give you a few of our rifles, but we don't have much to sell honestly...we're rather broke which is why we're doing this in the first place." The leader responded. Silver spoke up quietly with a shaky voice. "I-I can let you relive your happiest m-memory again?"
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“Gods, those are both shitty offers.” [b]He waltzed right over to the men, laughing yet again. He was right after all. It was chump change compared to what he usually got.[/b] “Girl, my happiest memory is bathing in cash. Something I can go to my condo on a beach planet and do at any time at all. That’s not a great offer. Might’ve been for others, but not for me. But... Tell you what.” [b]He would finally pull something out of the prism, a small dagger. He waves it at them all.[/b] “You gentlemen can take one item from her and one item only. Each. You take one more thing, I slice you. Got it? And I want you to leave a few of those rifles too, unless you want to be a shish-kebab.”
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"NO!" The girl screamed out in panic. "Please! I-I only have my clothes...I-I can give you so much, please! Don't help them!" The leader of the criminals chuckled, gesturing to the knife. "You have only a knife? I thought that thing was some sort of super weapon."
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“You doubting my arsenal, scab?” [b]Theodynn suddenly lost his amused, happy look, his eyes looking very serious all of the sudden. He flips the knife into the air, catching it on its way down, by the handle. He chuckles yet again.[/b] “If you really thing that this thing’s just a little dagger, go ahead and attack. We’ll see how many pieces my little dagger puts you in. Now, back to business.” [b]He looks at the girl again, squinting.[/b] “What do you mean? I need tangible things, girl, not just words.”
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"I uhh...Name something! An action! C-Can you set a price?" Silver sounded desperate as the criminals grew impatient. "Sh*t. It's hard to tell if you Dojof*cks are bluffing with your sh*t..."
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“Heh. You owe me for this, girlie.” [b]He turns back over to the men, his eyes now stern again. He flips his knife again, whistling a slow tune. After a few seconds, he catches the knife by the tip of the blade.[/b] “You’ve got a choice here, fellas. First, you could just leave. Take the wad of cash I just left on the ground, never bother this girl again. Second, you could attack me, and all be absolutely eviscerated and/or burned to death. The third option is to make a better offer. But a girl who has fancy clothes according to you, and can do some sort of memory magic shit? Sounds pretty damned useful to me...”
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Silver sighed in relief as she slumped to the ground and sat. "What makes you think a few dozen of us with rifles can't take you down?" The group pointed their weapons at the rainbow man, the leader smirking at him. "She's useful alright, but she's not going with you."
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[b]He sighs heavily. Always with this bullshit, somebody doing a big bravado stand, acting like they’re the shit when they don’t get what they want. He would start laughing again, shaking his head.[/b] “What makes me think that? Well, let’s see, you’re a bunch of untrained poor men, I’m a trained mercenary. My armor can withstand sustained fire for a solid... Three minutes-ish? You’re wearing civilian clothing. I have weapons that can tear a man in half with minimal effort, you have some rifles. And... Well... Let’s not talk about that last one. It’d ruin the surprise. Now make your choice, before I make it for you.”
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"We give you the majority of our weapons, $100,000 in cash, and you let us take the girl or at least take one thing from her per every one of us. That's all we've got." Silver began freaking out again. "D-Don't take that!"
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“Yeah, don’t hit me with that bullshit. You just said you were poor and had no money. I’m literally handing you eight-thousand dollars on a silver platter, and you want more? When you divide it, that’s enough for a family of four to eat for months. Solves one of your problems, now doesn’t it? Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind and take the cash back. Whatever magic shit she has is probably more valuable then what you’re asking.” [b]He approached the girl now, offering a hand to help her up. He whispers to her.[/b] “If you see me open my left hand, turn around. Things might get violent.”
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"O-Okay..." She whispered back as the leader grabbed the money and gestured for his men to leave. They all lowered their weapons, muttering about "bullsh*t Dojo freaks".
