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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/2/2018 12:32:46 AM
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He took it then, letting out a gruff noise then as she recognized it. He spoke in his rough, gravely voice then.
"Now, this armor is good, but not the greatest.
These irons you wear with pride, since your serving a cause bigger than you realize. Your a soldier now, son.
Do you know why our insignia is a bear?"
He stood, walking into the room that he worked in, a few clanks heard as he was retrieving the gear.
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She grinned under the helmet, watching his face. "It forms others too, nanites infused with liquid, forms metal harder than Titanium-Carbide."
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[i]"I have no clue how strong that is, but if it's better the titanium anything it's Kick-My-Ass material," Adrien said in response, as he leaned in to look at the weapon. It certainly interested him, and he wondered how one could use it effectively in battle against people with guns. [/i]
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She chuckled at his joke, as she raised her other hand, and a shield formed in her hand, a great shield. "It forms just about any melee or tool I can think of. Extremely nifty."
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[i]"Alright, but I'm still convinced you're actually Poseidon. I'm onto you, Minx." Adrien shot her a sarcastic glare beneath his helmet. [/i]
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She giggled again then, the weapons melting back into the armor. "Secretly I am, you never know."
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[i]"Ahh, but you just admitted it. Should I start giving praise, maybe build a temple?" [/i]
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She waved a hand then. "Nah, lets keep it on the down low for now."
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[i]"Thank god, I failed architectural design classes when I took them online. Do you know how hard it is to fail with internet Lego?"[/i]
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Edited by Frigid_Jackal_: 2/2/2018 4:09:11 AM"Internet Lego? How the hell do you that?" She laughed then, not mocking him, but going with it all.
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[i]"Fantastically. All I'll say about that." [/i]
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She shook her head then. "We'll set you straight, don't worry."
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[i]"Yeah, here's hoping." [/i]
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She let out a short laugh then, planting her hands on her hips once more.
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[i]"So, is this what you do all day? Work on armour and impress the new guys?" [/i]
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"Patrol, check on borders, check on hot zones and clear out Tribune soldiers when they are found."
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[i]"The hell's a Tribune?" [/i]
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"Opposing faction we helped Trayve defeat, still coming across stragglers in mop up crews."
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[i]"Huh. Do they surrender, or is it a shoot-on-sight thing for us?" [/i]
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"Take prisoners, Trayve does what they want with the surviving members. We don't intervene, since it was their war that we helped in."
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[i]"Alright, so where do i bring prisoners?" [/i]
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"An officer will do that, just get them to any of your commanders and they'll handle it."
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[i]"Alright, sounds simple enough." [/i]
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She nodded then, having a few more questions. "How good is your aim?"
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[i]"Depends on whether or not the target is moving. I wa pretty good with a paintball gun as a kid, but I don't know about with guns." [/i]
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She raised her arms then, gesturing to go for it. Obviously she meant to put him to the test now, most likely the armor could handle whatever was thrown at it.
