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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/10/2016 7:09:07 PM
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[b][u]Pants:[/u][/b]
[spoiler]Mind if I take it from here?[/spoiler]
[i]The Train wobbled and tipped on the cliff side tracks. The 3 mile drop seeming to beckon the trains presence. As it continued to wobble and tip, bandits and mob members jump from the carts and on to the tracks. Two dozen at the least. The train hits a sharp turn, but this causes enough stress to throw it off the side of the tracks, sending the back of the carts flying upwards, still attached to their hinges. The back cart almost meets the front before the train is sent flying off, and into the canyon below. The smell of burning marijuana and Cocaine fills the air, reaching Yang-*cough!*-The woman.
But what also is reaching her...is the sound of many. MANY. Angry bandits running her way.[/i]
English
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JT was completely capable of handling whatever the Bandits decided to throw at him due to him having an army on call almost all the time, though he didn't want to endanger the life of the female that had nearly lost hers trying to escape. And so he s printed back to the woman, grabbed her and put her on the RoboHorse, which started to run back to the Dojo as JT got on it as well, his left arm wrapped around her to keep her safe and to grab the horses reigns while his right reloaded and continued to fire at the bandits.
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[i]Fire turned to the best of her ability, pointing her left gauntlet towards the bandits, barrel facing them. She fired two firework missiles, which exploded into a spectacle of colorful sparks, and bandits dropped like flies, from the cowboy's shooting and the fireworks. They were soon out of sight, and Fire looked at the cowboy.[/i] "... they're gonna raid the village...." [i]She muttered, wanting to go back and take them out before they could kill any villagers.[/i]
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[i]JT's left hand pulled itself to his left ear as he holstered the revolver in his right, and the horse started going to the Dojo on its own. "Whiskey Team, rendezvous with Alpha and Foxtrot, keep the village protected. Couple bandits, your platoon should be able to keep them in check." JT spoke with a tone of command to his words. It seemed the cowboy must've led a sizable force at this point, maybe a PMC or a military sect. Either way, the Village of Dojoville was surely safe. [/i]
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[i]Fire nodded in thanks, staring straight ahead now. Her gold-bronze eyes took int he scenery, and she awaited for their arrival at the dojo. She was slowly loosing her grip on consciousness, due to blood loss.[/i]
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[i]When the horse got up the steps to the Dojo and past the Red Samurai, the horse bursts through the front gates and JT dismounts the steed, sliding Fire off and onto the ground. If she were to be injured badly then he'd have to take her to his Clinic, otherwise she's good to rest up. [/i]
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[i]Fire finally faded out of consciousness, about time. Her skin was unnaturally pale, and the bloody swear drenching her body was beginning to dry. Her breathing was shallow, gradually getting slower and slower.[/i]
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[i]JT had picked her up and in his arms, before he started sprinting to his L.I.M.B Clinic, his spring loaded legs propelling him forwards with greater speed than ever. He kicked down the door to his Clinic, onto to head to the back room of what looked to be his house, forgetting that his clinic was in Dojoville and he only had an Emergency Aug Station here. And so he rested Fire back-down on the aug table, grabbed a knife, and ripped her clothing open. He was a middle aged father of four, so he wasn't focused on her body or any non consensual Bill Cosby shit, he was legitimately trying to save a life here. [/i]
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[i]There was not an inch on her body where the skin was not scorched, and in many places, such as the abdomen, chest, and arms, the there were burns deep into the flesh. On Fire's upper back, there were six, deep gashes, tearing through her skin. The skin and flesh on her calves, however, was the worse part. Nearly all the flesh was scorched away from her calves and lower thighs, almost straight to the bone. It was a miracle she hasn't died from blood loss yet. Her face and head wasn't too damage, only a few minor burns on her cheeks and forehead. The skin underneath her gauntlets was unharmed.[/i]
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[i]And this is where JT had to pull something extreme, because he knew she wouldn't want to be burned. The left half of JT's face was permanently burned, so he understood the pain. And so thee cowboy grabbed a mask and a few filters to t, placed it on her face, and grabbed a knife. Slowly gasses were pumped into Fire in an attempt to render her unconscious, and JT grabbed a knife. He started to skin his patient, and when he had a skinless figure he put a layer of synthetic skin on each of the limbs, this mixture being twice as strong as human skin but just as thick. He painted it to be the colour of Fire's old skin and to react like it did before, which was good. [/i]
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[i]Fire remained unconscious, the flesh on her legs still scorched nearly to the bone. She dreamt, dreamt of flames, heat, and the pain of her skin being peeled off enter her dreams, as she screamed inwardly.[/i]
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[spoiler]JT did the process to the while body fam, only part that isn't fireproof is lower lady bits. [/spoiler] [i]JT slowly removed his mask and gently rested a blanket over the woman, but not before swapping out the bedsheets for fresher ones and putting her in a set of his Daughter's clothes, even though they were a bit snug. He tried his best to make it more comfortable for her, before he left the spare bedroom to go ahead and work on his book. [/i]
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[spoiler]Mmmmmmkay.[/spoiler][i]A few hours later, Fire awoke, feeling a little weird; as though she were in somebody else's skin. She looked down, and the first thing she noticed was that her clothes had been changed. She blushed at the thought, shaking her head. The second thing noticed was that there wasn't a singe trace of the wounds she got after blowing the train to bits. She stared at her unblemished skin, feeling around it. It all felt very different. She grabbed her gauntlets, putting them on, and couldn't stop wondering why her skin wasn't at all damaged.[/i]
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[i]The door was only slightly open and[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ckom3gf57Yw]some sort of music[/url] was coming from the next room, though nothing was visible at that point. [/I]
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[i]Fire began slowly walking towards the door, quietly pushing it open as she looked around for the source of the music.[/i]
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[i]The oaken door opened to reveal a well furnished room. Her door was the farthest on the left was when compared to the entrance, which was in the left corner of the house-like room. What greeted her was a set of four brown couches with a coffee table in the middle, under what looked to be a skinned bears pelt. Across the room and in the opposite corner of the oaken walled room was a desk, and the man in the duster sitting at it, with a quill in his hand and an empty journal on an oaken desk. There was a door just to his right and four oaken doors next to the one Fire peers her head out of. Finally, multiple painting seemed to line the walls of the house, with the occasional animal head in a frame over the fire pit on the opposite wall from the door. The music seemed to come from a set of speakers on his table, which didn't seem to be linked to any phones but the TacPad on his right forearm. JT still hadn't heard the door open as he was listening to the music and writing, but he was still working away at what he was writing. [/i]
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[i]After taking a look around, Fire shifted her attention to JT. She rapped on the door with her right, gauntleted knuckle, not wanting to barge in without warning. The light reflected in her warm, gold-bronze eyes as she watched the cowboy, and she slowly began walking into the room, hands hanging awkwardly at her sides. Her long, waist length red hair hung loosely around her, and it was all tangled up.[/i]
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[i]The knocking was almost enough to make the Marshal grab the yellow-barreled and yellow-cylindered revolver that rested to the left of his book, but it didn't and only forced him to shift his gaze over to Fire, and turn slightly in his chair. After realizing who it was, the figure turned to write again. "Good, you're alive."[/i]
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"Um... yeah...." [i]Fire said, walking behind JT to see what he was writing.[/i] "All thanks to you. But... how?" [i]She asked, wanting to know both why and how the cowboy saved her.[/i]
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[i]The contents of what he was writing looked to contain the words Dojo Encyclopedia on the very front of it, which would signify he was writing something about the lands he was in. [/i]"Your flesh was charred to a crisp and thin, so I replaced it. Kevlar limbs with some good old meshing for the joints to let you tank more hits, too. The mesh and Kevlar have some ceramic plates to disperse fires."
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"So.... Does that make me fireproof?" [i]Fire smiled hopefully, fingers rubbing her new skin, admittedly a little weirded out by having a new layer of the stuff.[/i]
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[i]"Yeah, skin's got little pockets of ceramic in it, makes you able to better deal with heat. Take that as you will." JT was admittedly proud of his work, though he looked over to Fire with a smile and a quick glance up and down the length of her body, to ensure the skin fit well when she stood, which it did. [/i]
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[b][u]Me:[/u][/b] "This'll be fun," [i]The woman who is not based off RWBY grunted, shakily standing up. Blood caked her shirt and jeans, from both large gashes in her skin as a result of jumping out of a moving train during an explosion, as well as where various areas of her skin were scorched off. Fighting through the pain, she eyed the bandits charging at her, taking a deep breath to slow her beating heart. Now was the time to focus, and everything she did counted. Raising her arms, she pointed her palms towards the mob of bandits, and opened fire, sending four firework missiles their way. The velocity of the fireworks were slower than that of a bullet, however fast enough that dodging it would be more of a challenge than, say, a rock thrown by human arms.[/i]
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[i]The fireworks find their marks, and their explosions send four of the bandits flying off the cliff. But that doesn't stop the rest from sprinting towards the woman, crouching and taking aim with their weapons.[/i]
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[i]The woman dived for cover, behind a large rock, which was just barely able to hide her. Poke her top over the rock, she aimed her palms at the bandits, continuously launching firework missiles. After firing about six, she lowered herself and waited for the explosions and sounds of gunfire. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration, and she was worried that she'd get an infection before being able to fight off these bandits.[/i]
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[b]The bandits expect the fire this time, and run around the fireworks. Only two getting hit in the chest and sent back in a barrage of colour and guts. They run to the rock, and a large man with a tan scarf around his face grabs the woman by the throat In a surprise attack. He holds her up to the cliff, squeezing tighter and tighter.[/b] "Go to sleep...go To sleep. Go to SLEEP. LITTLE. BIRDY!" [b]The woman's sight goes dark and blurry from lack of oxygen. Suddenly a red blur drops down from behind the man, and a curved bladed katana impales him in the chest. The bandits grip loosens and he falls to the ground, blood pooling around him. The woman also falls, but the red blur catches her as it shoots some sort of silver objects out of his wrists, making the bandits run for cover. It lets her to the ground softly, sheathing its blade.[/b] "Excuse me. Are you alright?" [b]The figures face comes into picture, just barely. But she can see that... It's a samurai warrior? In the middle of a hot canyon?[/b] "How many fingers am I holding up? If you'd be kind to answer?" [b]He raises his three fingers in front of the woman.[/b]
