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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Haknir:
9/18/2016 2:23:03 PM
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[b][i][u]The vaquero
Time: 17:00
Location: courtyard A3[/u][/i][/b]
[b]After Ricardo had joined, he spent a lot of time walking around, examining the dojo, getting to know the place. He then went to courtyard A3 where he walked around the barren place, planning on building his dwelling place there.
After a while, he got bored and wandered around for a fight.[/b]
English
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[i]Sitting on a simple wooden bench nearby was a rather...odd man, to tell the honest truth. He was 6'4, looking rather bulky in the light grey robes that he wore, a long holy shawl on his back, looking as if it was a cape of some sort. The man's gloves were leather, and adorned with steel and iron. His face was completely hidden by a massive golden helm, the metal glinting in the sunlight from above. Sitting beside the man was a massive wooden and steel wheel, of all weapons to have. It had a dark presence, as if it had been cursed with pure evil. A holster containing a jagged, old blade was wrapped around the man's side, the sword being probably 5'4 feet long in total. The man had a golden and steel lever-action rifle, already loaded and ready to fire. It's barrel was fairly long, suggesting that it could be used in medium, and even long range, to make up for its reload speed. The man had a book written in braille, the book being about 2,500 pages thick. The title of the novel was "A History of the Great Ones, the Healing Church, the Nightmare of Mensis, the Hunter's Nightmare, and More, written by Daniel". The man suddenly looked up from his reading, staring directly at the newcomer to the courtyard. [/i] "Oy. Is somebody there?!" [i]He spoke with a light British accent, although he sounded young and excited. And yet, he had asked if someone was there.[/i]
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"Yes, there is, my name is Ricardo, who are you?" [spoiler]we both got lever action rifles... this will be fun[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yas.[/spoiler] "Me? I am Daniel, the Last Executioner of Master Logarius!! Tis an honor, truly!" [i]The man, AKA Daniel, rose and then bowed towards the newcomer suddenly.[/i]
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"Nice to meet you, you seem to be a bit more kind than the others I have met... You want to have a fight?"
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"Oho? A fight?! Well, it's certainly been a while! Don't mind my blindness, though. I'm sure I can still do rather well against a find lad such as yourself." [i]Foolishly announcing his very weakness and not even noticing, Daniel picked up the wheel by an iron grip on its side, heaving it up and drawing his gun with his left.[/i] "So...who first?"
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"Well... I'm the only one here..."
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"You are? Absolutely wonderful! A one-on-one match! I suggest you go first, however. I never like going first. Honest."
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"Sounds good." [b]Ricardo backs up and then the man hears the lever of a rifle close. Ricardo fires a shot at him, straight towards his gut.[/b]
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[i]As soon as he heard the lever, Daniel immediately raised his wheel up ridiculously fast, and yet like a shield, lowering his body and hiding behind it. The bullet found itself into the wheel's wooden structure. He began to charge, his own rifle in his left hand.[/i]
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[b]Ricardo loads another round into the chamber and then ducks and rolls off to the left, firing another shot.[/b]
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[i]Ricardo just so happened to stumble upon a heavily armoured man.. Who also happened to be a Nаzi. Locust was seen, sitting on a wooden bench in silence, his blood red eyes swiftly darting over the pages of a black leather wrapped book he was reading, gloved hands firmly gripping the cover. Diagonally slung over the German's chest, was a midnight black SPAS-12, crimson red swastikas painted on the barrel of the gun, the trigger, and on both sides of the grip. At the man's right thigh, was a midnight black Luger P08, the paintjob being precisely the same as the shotgun's - swastikas and all. Horizontally at the Nаzi's lower abdomen, was a Sturmgewehr, the paintjob being precisely the same as every other weapon's. It was customized, having a drum magazine instead of the traditional banana mag. To Jack's left and right and on the bench, were two MG42's, the massive machine guns both weapons being beltfed, the belt off bullets being wrapped around Jack's waist. Both weapons, of course, had the very same black paintjob as everything else. [/i]
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[b]Ricardo looks at him a bit surprised.[/b] "Hello there..." [spoiler]A bit too much for my character, don't you think?[/spoiler]
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[i]The German slowly looked up from his book, peering at Ricardo through his skullshaped helmet.[/i] "What do you want, vermin?" [i]He sneered at the man before him, a very thick German accent lacing his words. [/i]
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"Well I was looking for a fight, but you seem a bit angry..."
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"Angry? I'm not angry.. I'm simply disappointed by you vermin! Learn your place, wretch. The German race is superior!"
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"How sad, must be hard not being able to impose those views here..."
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[i]The man slowly lifted his book, raising it above he head. Jack then swung his arm forwards, throwing the book at Ricardo's face. [/i]
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[b]Ricardo moves his hand up, blocking the book from his head. He then picks it up and looks at it.[/b] "I think you dropped this..."
