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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/12/2016 7:19:16 PM
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Hmm...
*Mortar stares into your mask, wondering what you are*
So... looks like you haven't been here before, by the looks of you.
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I would assume that's obvious. [b]The figure looks at you in the eyes... But... There was still no clear sighs of who or what he was.[/b]
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So... I assume you like to kill? Just a question.
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I take no pleasure in releasing one from this worlds clutches. [b]The man draws an elegant sliver pistol from it's holster. It had a hammer, and most likely was from a older time than now.[/b]
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That is beautiful. I've been trying to get my hands on a gun like that for a while now...
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But it is necessary. [b]He aims the guns into the tree, and to feel time slow down as he pulls the trigger. A man in a unidentified uniform falls to the ground. Time speeds up and the figure kneels next to him and places two fingers to the dead man's temple.[/b]
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*Mortar looks with a confused face* What just happened? *Mortar puts his hand between his shoulder blades, and a black katana/broadsword with red symbols formed in his hand*
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I killed a man. [b]The girl from before pokes his head, and giggles.[/b] [u]They followed us![/u]
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You need any help?
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You have no idea who I'm targeting, or my true intentions, yet you offer help? Well, I'll take it.
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That is wise. *I point my sword into the woods, and some of the flames fly off of it. You hear flesh burning, and a man on fire screaming before he dies* Let's go. I don't like to stay in one place too long
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I do. They think they have the advantage, and will move in on us. [b]The man in the mask chuckles, a chilling sound.[/b] But how long do you think they will scream?
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Depends. How strong are you? If you stroke my back here, I will destroy mercilessly, that should help
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[b]He stares at you for a moment in slight confusion before replying.[/b] My skill are almost un matched, but no, I'm not physically strong. And for stroking your back? I'm not that type of guy.
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If you're inferring that I'm gay... I sure as hell am not. It was a way to get me to kill in the war. Im not proud of it, but it gets the job done
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You killed fine enough with that matchstick. [b]He gestures to your sword, and chuckles yet again.[/b]
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Oh, this is just my normal form
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So it turns into a torch. Great. [b]He pulls a average sized knife out of his cloak and spins it.[/b] But torches run out eventually.
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Wait, what? It can become different melee weapons. *The sword becomes an axe, then a dagger, a couple other things, then a sword again*
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[b]He looks at for a moment, then puts the knife away, with a sigh.[/b] Well, shoot the third branch up on the tree to your right.
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*sword becomes a spear, and it is thrown at the man's throat, killing him. Of course, it doesn't help that when he lands, the spear goes through his neck*
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Good job! Though, you should recover your spear. [b]He aims his pistol to the left, and fires. No sound from the gun. At all. The man hits the ground instantly.[/b] That's what I liked about guns when they were invented.
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Don't need to when it comes back to me. *The spear dissolves into the ground and into Mortar's hand*
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[b]The figure watches it for a moment and sighs.[/b] Curious.
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Pardon? The world is a strange place
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[i]Worlds[/i] [b]After he corrects you, the man looks out and into the rising sun.[/b] But yes. Yes it is.
