originally posted in:Neo Punks
[i] A figure stands on a skyscraper of New York, his figure outlined by the stars above him. His silhouette shows three swords sheathed at his hip, clad in black armor, and a ronin mask. A coiled red cobra, set to strike lies on his breastplate, and a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits on his shoulder.[/i]
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"What gave it away? The ronin mask or the swords?" [i] He also smirks, and begins to walk past her.[/i]
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Her hand catches his arm, "And you don't want my name? That's rude."
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"No, not particularly. But since you're so eager," [i] He turns to face her.[/i] "What's your name?"
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"Athena."
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"Good for you." [i]He begins to walk past her.[/i]
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She didn't stop him
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[i] He walked to the edge of the roof of the building, looking backwards at her.[/i] "I'll see you around, Athena." [i] Her name sounded like it rolled off his tongue, even with the metallic voice masking.[/i]
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"See you around, Ronin." You get the same impression.
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[i] He simply steps off the building, pitching forward.[/i]
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She watches,
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[i] He seemingly vanished from thin air.[/i]
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"Damn..."
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[spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yes[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]bump[/spoiler]
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[i]I looked up at the figure from the streets with a questionable look, those three swords, heh who else could they have been? [/i]
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[i]Suddenly, the figure is in front of him, swinging downwards with a white and gold katana with amazing speed, aiming for his torso.[/i]
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[i]A dark grin grew on my face and with swift ease I drew my own katana, the Roc katana. And held it upwards blocking his attacks and it made sparks from the blades. The bright flash of sparks gave a moment to show that it was Etana.[/i]
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[i] Suddenly he draws a second blade, one with the head of a dragon for a hilt, swinging a side slash at his ribs.[/i]
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[i]Before he cold do that, I held a pistol at his face with my other hand, point blank. If he were to even touch me with his second sword, I would pull the trigger, the pistol was black and sleek with a squarish barrel making it seem it could connect[/i]
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[i] The man vanishes before your eyes, and suddenly he's leaning on your side, an arm propped on your shoulder in an exaggerated manner.[/i] "Good to see you haven't lost your edge Etana." [i] His voice comes out a metallic tone.[/i]
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[i]I chuckle and holster my pistol as well as sheathed my sword.[/i] "Same to you Lance."
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http://imgur.com/mNwyzky [i]His mask retracts to reveal his face, a lone lock of hair fallen in front of his face and his blue eyes as icy as ever, seemingly chilling the winter air.[/i] "What are you doing in NYC? Not getting tribal tattoos in Hawaii?" [i] He chuckles.[/i]
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"Well damn don't you look old as hell." [i]I laugh a bit and look at him[/i] "My tribal tattoo was given to me at the age of 17 for your information. As for why I'm in New York is because this is where I heard mostly everyone was."
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"I can control how old I look, I know for a fact I don't look old, jackass." [i] He chuckles.[/i] "As for everyone, yeah there are a few."