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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/7/2016 12:16:07 AM
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In her stumbled state, Meta fired his Glock, aimed for non-lethal strikes on her legs.
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[b]They once again stopped short [/b] "Seems you forgot about the Projectile Barrier." [b]She chuckles as the bullets return to you, hitting you in the legs[/b]
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Meta quickly dashed to the side, the bullets missing their target. One managed to graze his leg, but not too badly. He flipped his Gladuis in his hands and prepared.
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[b]Nora doesn't make any attempt to come at you [/b]
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Nor does he at you.
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[b]She waits [/b]
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He does the same.
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"Fine." [b]The group grabs onto your legs, making it impossible to move [/b]
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[spoiler]Im assuming you meant ground.[/spoiler] Meta seemed calm, as he stood completely still.
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[spoiler]Yeah that. [/spoiler] [b]The group continued upwards, now at your hips [/b]
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He remained still.
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[b]The ground continued, entirely covering you [/b]
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Meta did not move.
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"Shame." [b][b]Particles surrounded Nora, healing her wounds as the rock was pulled underground [/b][/b] "Twas a good fight." [spoiler]The lieutenants will review the fight [/spoiler]
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"I concur, miss." Meta was besides you, his wounds gone. "Let's hope the lieutenants judge fairly, eh?" He had a smile on his face.
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"Very interesting indeed. May I inquire as to how? An illusion most likely."
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"Nay. That was the real me and this is the real me. I just like toying with things. Like potential." He took out his note book and began to write in it with his pen. "This will take likely 3 pages if I try hard enough."
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"Then how did you escape?"
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"I didn't." He smiled, continuing to write in his journal.
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"Yes you did. There is no possible way for you to be here."
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Edited by Xeno: 8/7/2016 12:45:56 AM"There's also no possible way to move a chunk of solid mineral material without putting your hands on it."
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"How did you get out? Answer me."
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"How'd you move the rock without any physical contact?"
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"I asked First."
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"That's reason is both irrelevant and quite childish, no offense."
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"Whatever." [b]She leaves, entering the dojo [/b]
