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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
10/24/2015 2:09:13 AM
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Alice grins, her helmet under her left arm. "Really? What do they say about me?"
She stands at the edge of a cliff wearing bog wild gear, except for her helmet which is Vermillion Stripes.
Her weapons are easily seen as a Omolon Scout Rifle, a Long Stare Sniper rifle, and three sword sheaths on her back. Each one different to cope with the different elements.
She tucks in her brown hair, and puts her helmet back on. The other two of her fireteam back away to watch from a distance.
English
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"Pretty scary stuff actually. You have some rare swords, you are merciless and dangerous? Suppose I'll be finding out the truth now." He steps back and runs his hand along his back, checking his weapons are still in place: A rusty polite denial hand cannon, the vestian dynasty sidearm. An arc edge hangs from the back of his shoulder, covered by the custom black sheath "My weapon loadout isn't the most up-to-date, but I find it serves me perfectly well. So, I'm ready when you are." He closes his eyes under the mask, and takes a deep breath in, preparing himself for the battle to come
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"Me? Merciless?" Alice laughs under her mask. "I am not merciless, just kinda mean. Occasionally." Alice steps of the cliff, onto the ground below. Then moves forward and ducks behind a rock. She takes her scout rifle off her back. "So tell me a bit about yourself while we sit here waiting for you to make to first shot?" Meanwhile, the Titan leans over to the Warlock. "I bet seven minutes." He says. "Nah," the Warlock replies. "five." "Your on." He chuckles.
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"Ah, I'm not that bad of a shot" He slowly raises his handcannon "So, I'm Phantom-3, a bladedancer. That's all for the introduction, I suppose. Your gonna find the rest about me pretty soon" He quickly pulls off a blind shot aimed roughly towards her
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"A blade dancer huh?" She says from right next to you, seemingly appearing from thin air. She rests her Rifle on her shoulder. "I've never understood BladeDancers, why use a limited use arc dagger when you can use a dependable sword?"
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Edited by RaTheRazer: 10/24/2015 6:09:24 PM"What the-" He trips over himself in surprise and quickly scrambles back Trying to disguise his shock, he replies "Y-yeah I s-suppose it's because it gives me greater power than a normal arc sword? Well I guess that is up to us to find out, huh? He pushes himself back to his feet, before drawing his blade in a flash. He points it at her intimidatingly, the carved golden inscription sparkling in the light. "Nice space magic, but in the end, physical strength is the king of all" He yells before lunging at her, his dagger held straight infront of him "
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Alice stays still till her gets within a metre of him, then she steps to the side of him, leaving her leg out in his running path. She quickly moves her hand up to his shoulder, just as he's about to stop himself, and pushes him over her outstretched leg, sending him sprawling into the ever increasing snow. "What's physical strength worth if you don't have the precision to hit your target?" Then she holds out a hand to raise him back up.
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Edited by RaTheRazer: 10/24/2015 11:09:37 PMHe narrows his eyes at her. Embarrassed, he accepts her hand and gets back to his feet. Leaving his blade protruding out of the snow, he moves his other hand over your wrist. He then jumps forward, wrapping his other arm around your chest and trying to push her down to the ground "Weren't expecting that, were ya eh?" He strains and bites his lip as he tries harder to tackle her.
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Edited by MegaBeast42: 10/24/2015 11:11:31 PMAlice smiles. "Really? I try to help you up and you turn this into a wrestling match? Okay then." She picks him up by the waist, throws him over her shoulder and slams his head into the ground. She then stands up and offers her hand out again.
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He rolls over, moaning in pain. He refuses to take her hand this time, so he clambers to his feet unsteadily. He stands, wobbling as the concussion had not yet worn off. He speaks, barely managing to stay upright "I-I'm just getting warmed up! Time to get serious" He whips out his hand cannon and fires a wild shot that misses her badly. "Goddamnit.When I-I'm back to normal, that round will be going straight through your skull" He struggles to keep the gun still while aiming
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"Listen," she says, stowing her Rifle away. "I'm up for a good duel and all, but maybe you should sit down and wait a bit, clear your head, get some water in you." She comes forward to try to help you.
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He drops his gun and falls to his knees "Yeah... Seems like ... A good idea" He puts his hands down infront of him to stabilize himself, trying to catch his breath "Ill be... back up and fighting...in no time
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"Take your time. No reason to rush." She says, taking a seat on the ground. "So what can you tell me is wrong with my battle style and your battle style?"
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He removes a water bottle from his satchel and takes a sip, getting his breath back "I'm probably being too reckless, and both times it didn't end well" He chuckles "Tell me a bit more about yourself. Where do you come from?"
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"England." She says instantly. "That was my home. Before it got destroyed during the Metal War." She shrugs. "Then I came here and died, got resurrected by my ghost, and I'm me." She smiles under her helmet. "Sorry, my memories lousy, I can't remember great details and such. What about you?" She asks. Meanwhile... "Are they just sitting down and chatting?" Tallio asks. "Yes, they are." Quinn replies. "I don't know why she insists on talking to everyone we meet." "How much longer?" "Four thirty four for you, six thirty four for me."
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He looks up at you "You may or may not have guessed this, but I'm an exo" He slowly removes his helmet, revealing his metallic, battle-scarred face "But I'm different. I was created with one purpose-as an emotionless killing machine to aid the guardians. But through the constant company of humans, I began to develop emotion, and a conscience was born inside me. He smiles, revealing the faint lights behind his jaw , before slowly putting his helmet back on "Anyways, no time to sympathize with each others past. I'm ready to get back into this when you are"
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She shrugs. "If you wanna hit your head again, so be it." She indicates at the sword hilt over your shoulder. "Unless you want to make it Sword duel?"
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"Seems like the safer option for me" He gets back onto his feet before taking up a defensive stance. He draws his blade and holds it across his body, ready to block any incoming attacks "This time, I won't make the mistake of charging in first. I'm all yours" The blade crackles with void energy as it begins to charge up
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Tellio and Quinn both grin. "Oh, he's screwed." Tellio says. "Agreed." Quinn says. Alice stands back up, admiring his stance, easily spotting the flaw in it. "Not bad." She reaches over her shoulder, flicking the cover off of a black sheath. As soon as it comes loose, void energy begins to float away into the air. "If you say it's the safer idea, you haven't met me." She lunges forward towards the Exo.
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Phantom's body quickly goes into a panicking state. He drops his left hand into his belt and draws out his hunter knife. He raises them both, ready to halt the incoming attack "Oh geez" He muttered to himself
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Alice kicks out with her left foot, clipping the hand that grabbed the knife. At the same time, she pulls out her Dark-Drinker.
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He loses grip on the knife and it clatters to the floor. He moves the other hand to the hilt of the void edge and repositions it into a guard. The void energy swirls round the sword intensely.
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Alice takes a step forward, spinning to the right, leaving the Dark-Drinker to grind just above the snow. She lowers herself to the ground, looks up at the block, and smile evilly. In the next moment, she twists the blade at a horizontal angle, spins at an unnatural speed, leaving a void trail in the blades wake, and slams right into the defending void sword.
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He is confident about his block but then he remembers: swords are weak against their own element. The void aura protecting him is vaporized instantly by the oncoming blade and it lands forcefully on his chest He is sent flying backwards and his sword is flung away by the impact. He scrapes the ground, grinding against the snow until he crashes into the wall behind him.
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Alice stands up and holds the blade against his neck. "Best two out of three?" She asks, before sheathing the blade and offering her hand.
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Edited by RaTheRazer: 10/25/2015 2:36:36 AM"I suppose. So what's next? Shootout?" He grabs your hand and gets back on to his feet, leaning against the wall. He walks over to the battlefield to recover his scattered gear: His knife, hand cannon and void edge
