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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/2/2016 7:23:21 PM
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[u]A clanking can be heard as a man covered in bloodstained clothing walks out into the courtyard. Adorning his body are a multitude of guns and syringes, each filled with strange liquids and chemical compounds. Covering his face is a biohazard like mask, it covered it what appears to be paint at first, but is revealed to be dried blood upon further inspection. On his hip is a large buzz axe, covered in fresh blood from his "teachings". The preacher had arrived.[/u]
"[i]HEATHEN! YOU WEAR THE WEAPONS OF THE DEVIL, TOOLS MADE TO REVERSE THE TEACHINGS OF THE GREAT LORD MARCUS HIMSELF![/i]"
[u]He points towards JT, extending a long, bony finger.[/u]
"[i]YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED IN THE NAME OF THE LORD AND THE HOLY BULLET![/i]"
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[i]The figure grinned to himself as he pulled the submachine gun-pistol hybrids from his belt, and he pointed them directly at the figure before him. [/i]
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[u]As JT pulls the guns from his belt, The Preacher takes seven syringes and pulls the caps off of them. With no precautions, he jabs them into his neck, pushing the plungers down. Blood bubbles down his neck as it's displaced by chemicals, not a drop of each going to waste. Once empty, he crushes them in his hand, blood squirting from the the glass cutting his hand. His veins swell and glow, as do his eyes from underneath his mask. He starts to laugh as the guns all disconnect and cock themselves, floating around him in a halo as he begins to float three feet above the ground.[/u] "[i]PREPARE YOURSELF FOR DIVINE INTERVENTION![/i]" [u]He cackles maniacally, spinning a pistol in his hands. It appears to be special, as he doesn't touch it with the Psionic powers he has.[/u]
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[spoiler]If you gained the abilities during the Machina thing, im obligated to tell you that Kap comesw in pills. If not, I read this all wrong lol. [/spoiler] [i]A glint in the cowboy's eye was all that happened, and almost instantly, the barrels of every floating gun were tagged by Tag Sight. [/i]
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[spoiler]Nah. I'm using a different set of abilities then the Machina because it would limit the character's potential for mayhem. In this he uses shit-tons of heroin-like drugs that boost his abilities, as he's quite a weak psion without them. Also, what's tag sight?[/spoiler] [u]He cackles as he waves his hand, spinning the circle of weapons. It stops on a large belt-fed assualt rifle, which he then grabs. He pulls down the trigger, unleashing a hail of bullets upon JT.[/u] "[i]HEAR MY PREACHING, HEATHEN, AND HEAR THE TEACHINGS OF THE BULLET![/i]"
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[i]But alas, each of the bullets had also been Tagged. One by one his SMG's unleashed hell on the bullets that came forth, one by one the bullets collided with one another in a chaotic mix of gunfire. One shot hit JT's right arm, but travelled directly through the steel. Though JT sprinted at Preacher just then, and went to execute a flying dropkick to his chest, with his own spring-loaded legs. [/i] [spoiler]Tag Sight is literally Soldier 76's aimbot in Overwatch, but it goes all around JT's body, and can hit anything really. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]O dam. That's pretty cool, but if I'm gonna fite u m80 I'll hafta droog up[/spoiler] [u]The Preacher is flung backwards, slamming into a wall five feet back with a crunch. He picks himself up, coughing up small amounts of blood as he returns back to his floating stance.[/u] "[i]You pack quite the punch, cowboy. Looks like you'll need more then just a few sermons to get this lesson through your head.[/i]" [u]He waves his hand and the halo spins once more, moving the guns behind him into a wing-like formation. He draws from his hip the large revolver, which he then opens the cylinder, emptying out eight rounds. He catches one, loading it into the chamber of the gun. He closes it, the pulls back the hammer.[/u] "[i]FEEL THE HOLY WRATH OF THE TOOL GIVEN TO ME BY MARCUS HIMSELF, FROM HIS HANDS TO MINE![/i]" [u]He pulls the trigger and a resounding boom is heard from the barrel. The gun is almost knocked out of his hand from the recoil, and the air around his hand is scorched from the propellent explosion.[/u]
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[spoiler]How big was the shot? Need to know the caliber lol. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]About the strength of a 50. Cal.[/spoiler]
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[i]The shot fired from The Preacher's firearm was truly a massive bullet, and so when JT went to block it with his right arm, it traveled through the steel and carbon fibre of his wrist and nailed him directly in the heart, which sent it exploding into pieces inside of his body. How he was still standing was unknown, probably due to the nanites in his bloodstream, which was gained after getting his Insufferable Maxim. No blood, no need for a heart, right? But he still had a gaping hole in his chest, one that would take days of fixing to repair. He pulled out a single revolver from his duster, and Tagged The Preacher's firearms. One by one shots of plasma were unleashed and flew towards the barrels that surrounded JT's enemy, but he for whatever reason left the gun in his hand in a working condition. [/i]
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[u]The large assault rifle is shattered, shrapnel spraying into The Preacher's side. Part of his mask is sheared off by a large peace that then lodges itself into his left eye, popping it in a spurt of blood. The Preacher pulls the Shrapnel out of his eye, taking what's left of the eye with it. Blood pours down his shattered mask as he pulls small bits of metal out of his left arm. He shows no signs of having felt the pain from the wound, most likely due to his current state of high.[/u] "[i]YOU FIGHT WELL, HEATHEN! A GOOD SON OF THE BULLET YOU WOULD MAKE IF NOT FOR YOUR WAYS![/i]" [u]He reloads the revolver, putting a single round in the chamber.[/u]
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[i]The Marshal spun his plasma revolver around his fingers in a display of complete control over his firearm, before he swiftly thrust the firearm back into the duster he wore. His right hand folded back and into his sleeve, before the steel plates and carbon fibre skin embraced his wrist, and wrapped around the entire thing. From in the hole where the wrist is, a single blade of pure steel extends proudly and reaches a fair two and a half feet, before the wrist closes around it and solidifies it into place. [/i]
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[u]The Preacher raises his eyebrows before sticking his revolver into it's holster. He takes out three brightly colored syringes and draws his buzz axe, spinning the blade with a flick of his wrist.[/u] "[i]IF IT'S A CONTEST OF BLADES YOU WANT, THEN IT'S ONE YOU'LL GET![/i] [u]He slams the syringes into his neck, pushing the plungers down. His arms and legs swelling with muscular mass, his movements now twitchy and random.[/u] "[i]ISNHAHHAAASRGH![/i]" [u]He charges towards JT, swinging his blade madly.[/u]
