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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Xeno:
2/9/2016 10:40:40 PM
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But yyyyyyy
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[i]I approach, my brown cloak in Pristine condition. My hand rests down on my side, near a revolver. Resting below the revolver is a knife in a strap. Under my cloak there is an armorlike substance.[/i] Hello, gents. Name's Kaden Benton.
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The troops immediately raise their weapons at you, but the armored man holds up his hand, as they lower their weapons. The figure, seeming in charge, approaches you, his glowing blue eyes staring at your soul. He rests his hands on his belt. "Sorry for my Rooks over their. They're a bit jumpy. We request entrance into this dojo of sorts."
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Once upon a time, I would've had this authority. But, I kinda disappeared for a while, went off dealing with a Mercenary group. Didn't ever join them, but I dealt with them. They supplied me with weapons that I used to murder people.
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"So can we come in?"
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I would assume.
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"Good."
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[b]a red glare from under some shade pierces the darkness.[/b]
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The soldiers immediately aim their weapons in its direction, but the armored man raises his hand, as they slowly lower their weapons. The armored man approaches the glare, ready to attack at a seconds notice.
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[b]his voice is slightly robotic as its amplified [/b] That's not wise Jackson Wolfe Leader of the rooks, a man like yourself is well known in the military world. You might know me... Stryker [b]he stands out of the shadows with his grey armour and trench coat[/b]
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He approaches the man, his hand rested on his belt. "I've heard of you. Sorry for my men's hostility, the boys have been jumpy since the Pakistan Raid."
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Yes... That must have been quite the battle. Now you are joining?
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"Unfortunately."
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[spoiler]??[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Thats a yes. He's joining.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh shit it's Deathstroke[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Hell yeah. Not to be pushy, but can you reply? :3[/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/9/2016 6:56:06 PM[spoiler]I may not have the best character for this. sorry about this. He's more of a pve.[/spoiler] [b]The fierce deity walks back from the pub. When he sees you. He smashes his Bottlr Of scotch on the ground and...[/b] "MURICA! FU[i]C[/i]K YA!"
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At the sound of your voice all soldiers aim their weapons at you, but the armored man raises his hand, as they slowly lower their weapons. The man approaches you, his hands rested on his belt. "Are you of any authority here?" His voice is cold, metallic, and American.
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No! Well. Yes...? DEPENDS. Ugh. Guess I am gunna have to be the one to test you..or something. First off, who the hell are you Fruit Ninja?
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"Names Jackson Wolfe, you can call me Wolf, Jack, Jack the Ripper, The Rook, or Scarface, doesn't matter to me." He gestures to the soldiers behind him. "These are my boys, The Rooks."
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Well! [b]He starts talking a British dialect [/b] I guess you got to come here to check out the pansies eh chaps! [b]He laughs to himself[/b] Jack the Ripper huh? Wowie! There must be a serial killer convention going on here or something!
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"Not really. It's an old name I was given by Russian Feds for...obvious reasons."
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Oh ya. I get it. You were a MAD pornstar right? Ha! Anyways. Seriously. You want entrance or...what.
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"Yes. Me and my boys need some place to crash if that isn't any trouble."
