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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 12:08:36 PM
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A man of average height and a slim build walked around Dojoville, his light blue hair clings low to his head in a low number of large spirals. He looked around, fixing his thick rimmed spectacles that his black eyes looked out from. The man wore a blouse buttoned to the side of his chest and a pair of band patterned trousers. Most only knew him as Ghiaccio, a simple man with an odd style of clothing. But nonetheless no one bothered him with anything.
Held in his hand was a paper bag which contained a sandwich. Turkey, Ham, Tomatoes and Lettuce to be exact held together by French bread. A simple orange cat approached Ghiaccio and he looked at it with disgust. It most likely wanted his sandwich. Using his free hand he picked up the cat and walked to a space between two houses, away from the public eye.
Ghiaccio threw down the cat on the ground and punted it to the wall with all of his might, which was surprising from someone as thin as him. It got a shriek from the orange cat but nonetheless Ghiaccio kicked it in the ribs again with a loud crack. He kicked it over and over again, torturing the cat and its ribs were beyond broken. After a short while of kicking the cat laid there, dead and Ghiaccio was satisfied with himself.
He did not get away Scott Free though, as a young girl saw the whole incident. Rather young the girl probably did not know the concept of death yet and asked in a naïve tone.
"[b]What did you do to my cat Mister?[/b]"
She asked Ghiaccio, curiously.
"I sent it off to a better place little girl. You can join it too if you want to."
"[b]O-okay mister.[/b]"
She said, approaching Ghiaccio. The blue haired man walked behind the little girl and slowly a icicle formed in his hand, 3 feet long. Placing the sandwich bag down and gripping it with two hands he rammed it through the girls neck, it erupting on the other side of her throat. She quickly collapsed on the ground, dead.
Ghiaccio let go of the spear and grabbed his sandwich bag, exiting the private space and continuing his peaceful walk.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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*Mortar had no doubt seen this and was not pleased. Instead of confronting him, however, he simply sits on a roof, his plasma sniper aimed right at the man's head, ready to fire*
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Ghiaccio looked at his watch, he was late for something. "White Album." He said with haste and the snow like armor formed around him. I'm assuming you read up on him so I'm not bothering to describe him. Quickly a sheet of ice started to appear in front of Ghiaccio and he started to skate on it, slowly gaining speed.
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*When he does this Mortar pulls the trigger, causing a plasma charge to quickly melt the ice in front of him and causing him to faceplant*
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Ghiaccio did indeed faceplant but he quickly got back up. He looked around for a moment and shrugged. This time he made a More wider path of ice. Now he skated on it again, this time looking out for it melting.
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*This time he fires at the man's arm, rather than the ice, in order to distract him with loads of burning pain to make him crash*
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"Killin' children are we?" The voice of the law echoed throughout the alley, though I wasn't a calm voice but instead one of pure anger and madness, who was barreling down the alley. It was JT, who was already gripping his shotguns tightly in either hand, the pump action named Cyborg in the left and the break action named Triple Tap in the right.
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"White Album." He said calmly as the snow like stand formed around him as armor. Ghiaccio held a hand out, the temperature lowered drastically, the alleyway ground forming a sheet of ice in front of him. With JT running at a pace like this was almost guaranteed he would slip on himself. Backing away quickly he continued to form the sheet of ice until he reached the end of the alleyway.
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JT had an ace up the sleeve, in that the balls of his feet were gyro stabilizers with distinct padding on the bottom of his feet, which gripped the ice after he slid on the balls of his feet and went right to Ghiaccio, as he didn't even skid any farther than the figure. His attack wad swift, as he went to headbutt the figure's nose.
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Ghiaccio was in surprise the man kept moving towards him. He held his hands out, as if going to give a hug. Ghiaccio was hit dead on by the painful headbutt and clasped his arms tight around JT. A red spot started to form on the face...definitely blood. But that should have been the least of his worries as crystalline ice started to form around JTs back. Crawling up from his midsection to where his shoulder blades should be.
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JT laughed his ass off as Ghiaccio went to hug him, because he always had a literal ace up the sleeve. And since he didn't have time to form a drill and run through the man's stomach, he activated his other blade arm and the right arm formed into a long blade like a sword from the middle of the forearm down. And so he jammed the tip into the side of Ghiaccio's neck, the arms seemingly unaffected as they were metal and it would take a bit of time to freeze steel and carbon fiber plates.
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Ghiaccio tried to quickly move to the side but he still got a pretty deep gash in his neck which caused him to yell in pain. No one had penetrated his defense before which shocked him. He had to escape..that was his only salvation. Blood leaked out fast from the side of his neck as he pushed JT to the side and skated off using the ice from before. The wound on his neck slowly had ice cover it, it was the best Ghiaccio could do in a moment like this. It was pretty fücking dumb but it somewhat worked. He gained speed as he skated down the alley fast.
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JT was still partially thawed and so he didn't have much time to react and draw his gun, so by the time Ghiaccio got to the end of the alley, JT had just gotten his gun out of the holster. Sighing in defeat he retreated, and went back off to his shop. ((End))
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[u]A muscular hand grabs the shoulder of Ghiacchio, stopping the man in his place. Spinning him around, a tall 6'4 man rippled with massive muscular bulk wearing nothing but a bandana, aviator glasses and torn skinny jeans staring down on him. Around his mouth and pulled back into a bun is dark brown hair, his lips tightly pursed in a line. He speaks after a few seconds of awkward silence, a strong and gravely voice booming out of his mouth.[/u] "[i]I saw what you did back there- To the girl and the cat, and I have only one thing to say to you. That-[/i]" [u]His muscles tense up, his free hand forming a fist as time seems to slow. Pulling back, he draws his arm in charge before bringing it up in what seems to be an uppercut. Barely missing Ghiaccio's face, the punch turns into an enthusiastic fist pump as the man begins to yell.[/u] "[i]WAS -blam!-ING BRUTAL! DID YOU SEE HOW YOU KEPT KICKING THAT CAT AND IT WENT PLBBTBBTHBRHBHT AND THEN THE GIRL WAS ALL LIKE WHY'D YOU DO THAT MR AND YOU WERE LIKE I'M REALLY -blam!-ING COOL AND IT'S IN A BETTER PLACE THEN YOU STABBED HER IN THE THROAT WITH AN ICE-SICKLE FROM NOWHERE AND WERE LIKE I've got mother-blam!-ing swag bitch AND THEN OU JUST WALKED OFF GETTING READY TO EAT A SANDWICH! IF THAT WASN'T ONE OF THE MOST BADASS THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE IS![/i]"
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Ghiaccio's initial reaction was confusion and general 'what the fück' until he realized that this monster of a man who could probably rip him in half wasn't here to deliver 'Justice'. "Who the hell are you!?" He asked him in a loud tone, gripping his sandwich bag tightly.
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[u]Smiling, the energetic mound of muscle quickly points of his muscular fingers towards his chest.[/u] "[i]WHO AM I YOU ASK? WELL, I'LL TELL YOU IN THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW![/i]" [u]Pushing Ghiaccio about ten feet away, a muscular being of pure badassitude appears behind Russ, flexing behind it's controller. Spreading it's arms, a round of explosions blow up behind and too the sides pf the man as flames burst out of the ground in front of him.[/u] "[i]I AM RUSSEL EXPLOSION HIGH-FIVE FLEXINGTON TORGUE, NEWEST IN THE LINE OF THE TORGUE INCORPORATION! I HINT VAULTS TO PUNCH ALIENS IN THE FACE AND THEN GRAB THE TECHNOLOGY SO WE CAN MAKE EVEN MORE THINGS EXPLODE IN THE ART OF BADASSITUDE![/i]"
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"How about Russ..." Ghiaccio said, he was more focused on the fact the man had a stand just like him. Behind Ghiaccio a slim, snow like being shaped like armor formed behind Ghiaccio. It stood as the same height of Ghiaccio. It gave off a chilling presence... Like it literally felt like winter. "I am Ghiaccio. Just Ghiaccio." He replied smoothly, trying to comprehend the whole situation of badassitude.
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[u]Holding out his hand, Russ moves closer to Ghiaccio to shake his hand. The stand behind him follows, almost a spitting image of the Torgue descendant but somehow... Even more muscular. Upon seeing the other stand, Russ smiles even more.[/u] "[i]NICE TO MAKE YPUR ACQUAINTANCE MR. GHIACCIO! YOU SEEM LIKE A BONAFIDE BADASS! NOW, I CAN'T HELP BUT SEE YOU HAVE A BUDDY TOO! WHAT'S HIS NAME? MINE'S EXPLOSION BUDDY![/i]" [u]It appears what he makes up for in brawn compensates for his lack of... Creativity. Not a simpleton, but a bit worse off then most others.[/u]
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"White Album. I was listening to the Beatles at the time when I named it....seems like that rumor about Stand Users attracting each other is true." He said, taking note of the obvious situation. "I'm curious how you got yours...Was it with an arrow or were you just born with it?"
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"[i]LET ME THINK...[/i]" [u]Scratching his manly goatee in thought, the even manlier stand behind him flexing as smaller explosions and fireworks fly and explode behind him. Finally remembering, his face lights up as the stand summons a lightbulb above his head.[/u] "[i]I REMEMBER! I WAS BLOWING UP BANDITS AND SHOWING THEM THE BADASSERY OF TORGUE WEAPONRY WITH MY DOUBLE PENETRATING UNKEMPT HAROLDS WHEN I WAS SHOT FROM ALL DIRECTIONS! FLEXING MY MUSCLES IN A FEAT OF STRENGTH AND WILL, I STOOD UP AND RAINED EXPLOSIONS FROM ALL AROUND! A BADASS PSYCHO CAME FROM BEHIND AND WAS ABOUT TO BEHEAD ME WHEN HIS HEAD PUNCHED OFF! I TURNED AROUND TO SEE MY EXPLOSIVE FRIEND HERE ASSISTING ME! THAT'S ALL I CAN REMEMBER CLEARLY UP UNTIK EVERYTHING BLEW UP![/i]
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Ghiaccio a bit weirded out by all the shouting spoke. "So you were born with it then. Interesting. I happened to be pierced by The Arrow...well a small piece of it anyhow. Now, the thing known as cold beckons to my every last wish. I can even make ice cream." Ghiaccio sighed. He wanted to know just what in the fück the Arrow is and see what happens if he's hit by it again. Sadly that would never be the case. But now he was in the mood for Ice Cream...dammit.
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[u]As Ghiaccio speaks, Russ and his stand continue to flex while they listen. As he finishes talking, Russ juts out his hand for a handshake.[/u] "[i]I LIKE YOU! YOU SEEM LIKE A REAL BONAFIDE BADASS LIKE MYSELF! I PROPOSE THAT WE DON'T -blam!- EACH OTHER'S SHIT UP AND INSTEAD HAVE A MUTUAL COOPERATION![/i]" [u]It appears that this is the over-manly man's way of saying "I think you're a decent person and we should team up", just a bit... Louder.[/u]
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Ghiaccio..a decent person. Best goddamn joke ever. Ghiaccio slowly reached out his hand to Russ's, not wanting his to be completely fücking obliterated. "Well uh...thank you Russ. You seem to be a....bonafide..badass..too." The whole situation was just bizarre (hue) to Ghiaccio. Meeting a Stand User..who wasn't even aware it was called a stand, he didn't get torn in half by him and he wanted ice cream.
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[u]Shaking the man's hand with gusto, Russ almost tears the mans arm off with shear enthusiasm. Smiling wildly, his stand flexes in the background.[/u] "[i]COOPERATION! -blam!- YEAH! IT'S A PLEASURE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE MR. GHIACCHIO![/i]"
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[i]Leaning against the wall of the alley, was a heavily armoured figure, standing at exactly six feet and nine inches - something the man did on purpose. He was dressed in a suit of midnight black armour, crimson red swastikas being painted on several pieces of the suit; on the helmet, the shoulders, and the knees. Clenched in his gloved and armoured hands, was a midnight black Sturmgewehr, a weapon from the good ol' World War II. It was decorated with a few blood red swastikas, on the underside of the barrel, both sides of the grip, and on the surprisingly wide trigger, covered by the Näzi's right index finger. Around each of his shoulders, was a leather strap, to which an MG42 was tied, both guns being a midnight black with red swastikas, much like the STG Jack held in his hands. Both guns were beltfed, the two belts of .50 rounds being wrapped around Jack's waist, covered by a thin sheet of reinforced steel and titanium, as well as hardlight shielding. Sitting at his right thigh, was a midnight black Luger P08, the gun, again, having the same paintjob as every other gun in his arsenal. Diagonally across his chest, sat a SPAS-12, the weapon.. well, you get the drill. It was loaded with five Dragon Breath pellets, though his armour was covered in extra magazines and shotgun shells. [/i] "I'm no righteous figure," [i]He spoke with a scratchy and shrill voice,[/i] "So I'm not gonna lie to you, vermin.. I saw you kill that little girl and the demonic creature, and I'm just gonna kill you for fun."
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Ghiaccio gave a slow clap. "Gee Whiz seems like I'm at a total fücking loss here! What will I ever do!?" He said sarcastically to Jack, mocking him. "Wait...wait a minute I think I recognize you." Ghiaccio said, squinting a bit. "You're that näzi who uh...um...massacred a village! I think. Say you wouldn't happen to know a certain Vileblood would you? Because I just met her not too long ago and we became best chums. She even shook my hand! If not then you probably want to end my incoherent babbling!" Ghiaccio said, it wasn't clear whether or not he was dicking with Jack. "Hell I even let her see White Album." As he said the words White Album a snow like figure appeared...you can just look up his bio. "Now I'm letting you see it as well!" Ghiaccio probably snapped and went mad.
