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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/15/2016 3:46:18 AM
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[b][i]Back in Black[/i][/b]
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The soldier appeared in the center courtyard of the Dojo, a black cloak covering him, obscuring some of the details of his figure.On his back beneath the cloak, a sword and a gunmetal grey sniper rifle, at his hips, two magnums. On his left leg, a bowie knife sat fixed in a boot sheath, and on his left shoulder, a kukri's outline was visible, pushing the cloak up. On his right shoulder, a sidesaddle loaded with .50 caliber rifle rounds. The figure's armor that could be seen of the figure's armor was matte black, a few scrapes and scratches on the plating. Parts of two regular bandoliers could be seen over the armor. The figure's face was obscured by a mask, one that appeared rather intimidating. The lenses of the eyes had an eerie blue color to them, but the mask was all black, save for three wide gashes across the left side of the figure's face, the inside of which were bright white, made to look as if a skull was beneath the black. His visit had been a long time coming.
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[i]He observed her silently. She had known Wilson, Phoenix, and his father. Two of those three men had died, but he figured that he already knew this.[/i]
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[i]Indeed, warrior.[/i] *A voice, a woman's, lightly brushes across the fortress of Wolfe's mind. A simple knock, neither demanding entrance nor asking it Across the courtyard, she looks up and tilts back the old sombrero to reveal the eyes of an older, battle worn survivor.* [i]Great men, all of them. Not good, by any means, but great in their own.[/i]
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Even the most evil must be respected for their skill. [i]He said calmly. The touch of his mind was nothing too unusual, for he knew that she could not get inside. He did not fear it, either, for she was not an enemy.[/i]
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[i]I am proud to once have called your father an ally, if not friend. I would extend the same gesture to you.[/i]
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Well, I see you thought very highly of him. He was a good soldier, and as much as I want to say he was a monster, he meant well.
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"Monsters often do." *She smiles, stripping away the illusion of humanity with her black eyes and pointed teeth.*
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Of course they do. It's the reason they often come into power.
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"Power. It's all about power." *Her red eyes and pointed teeth fade away as her glamour goes back up* "Enjoy your life, kiddo. Mortals don't have long."
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Especially not in my line of business.
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"Indeed." *She looks back down to her book and continues reading*
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*Mortar walks up, and clears his throat* Erm... Hello.
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[i]He turns, and observes you, but says nothing.[/i]
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Okay... Who... Or what... Are you?
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Colonel Jackson Wolfe, US Contingent of the Castle Task Force. Call-sign Wolf.
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That's a good title Definitely better than Mortar, Ex God and raging war machine
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Title's not all that important. Names only mean so much. I never was partial to them.
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True But, you never want to be called Gore, that was my old name, filled with disgrace.
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I go by many more than just my formal title. The underground knows me as The Vengeful Son, the Dead Man Walking, and Scarface. But to be fair, I carry my last name in disgrace for the actions of my father.
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What did he do? [spoiler] really? Scarface? Alright Al Capone [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's because of the mask's paint scheme and the three slashes across the side.[/spoiler] My father was one of the commanding officers of Venom Incorporated. A ruthless mercenary, he was responsible for numerous political assassinations, war crimes, and other atrocities during the Third World War. [spoiler]All part of a novel I'm writing. The father was one of my other characters a long time ago on here. Used RP to get some reaction to villains.[/spoiler]
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That sounds bad... Of course, my dad wasn't exactly a "nice guy" either
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You're telling me... [i]He sighed.[/i] I assume you've got unique mystical abilities?
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Mystical, no. Odd and rather useful, yes
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Magic or innate ability?
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I never liked the word magic. I've never considered it a good explanation for people's abilities, it is a word more fit for an excuse for a fully grown man to attend a child's birthday party.
