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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.
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[i]The huntress only stared at the hand for a moment or two before raising her own gloved hand, firmly grasping the man's hand with the leather gauntlet, although it wasn't in a hateful manner. Irina stared into his eyes with her own light blue ones, silently hoping that this wasn't some sort of cruel trick set up. She needed some allies, and fast, as she knew that those who hated her would come, soon enough.[/i]
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Truthfully, if Ghiaccio really wanted Irina dead he would have attempted it by now. But that isn't the case, he firmly shook and let go. "Then is this the start of a partnership I assume?" He said, grinning and placing his hands on his hips again. "I have one question though. Are you working with anyone else?"
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Edited by Orn: 10/8/2016 11:30:22 AM[i]Irina nodded to both questions, still smiling as her hand gripped Ghiaccio's, yet let go and placed her hand at her side. She had been working alongside Jack, the Názi that had previously attacked Dojoville. She didn't see him too much anymore, however. [/i]
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[spoiler]http://pre11.deviantart.net/4748/th/pre/f/2015/223/d/b/db4c8feee54b432773d15cd2e2ccd026-d9574e0.jpg[/spoiler] Oh, man... [b]Donnel, the lonely knight, was passing by at the time. His gaze hit you and immediately, he jogged over. Other than his surprisingly ordinary gear, a greatsword of no achievement lay on his back. His voice was an oddity too. As if, he had grown up on a farm of sorts. While not uneducated, it was not cold and hard, like an average persons, nor soft and light, like some others.[/b] Did ya have to do that? [b]He pulled the greatsword off his back, holding it slightly off centered, the mark of someone who was well trained. [/b]
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"Do what exactly?" Ghiaccio said, pulling his sandwich out of his bag and starting to eat it with one hand. He was sure no one saw besides that little girl..he couldn't have slipped up..Did he? The thought of that worried him yet he kept his cool on the outside. "I'm just curious."
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[b]His walk had not been long, and Donnel was behind him to start, his voice indicating which way he came from. The farmer gripped thinly slightly tighter. [/b] I saw what ya did, a ways back! Same lookin' fellow! [b]He lowered the sword into a stance, it looked as if he were to charge into you. [/b]
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Ghiaccio swallowed and placed the sandwich back in his bag, tossing it to the side [spoiler]DASTARDLY VILLAIN! HE MUST DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH FOR LITTERING![/spoiler]. "Fine. You caught me." He said coldly, snow like armor formed around Ghiaccio. It was his ability, White Album. The temperature got drastically colder around the two, clearly coming from the strange armor. The moisture and oxygen in the air began to freeze and form around Ghiaccio's hands. It formed a jagged curved blade and a medium sized shield.
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[spoiler]you monster[/spoiler] [b]His foot stepped back a small bit at the forming of ice and such, and he simply placed one hand on the great sword's blade, the other on the hilt and attempted to ram you through with the sharp object. Other than that, not much was done. He gave you little time to prepare. [/b]
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Ghiaccio had quickly raised his shield up, though upon impact with the blade the shield cracked and broke. Using his Sword hand he did a simple lunge at his opponent, attempting a stab.
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Woah there, partner! [b]He placed the blade up and used the side to hit the sword away, backing off and preparing another attack. It should give you time to form a shield. He pointed the sharp edge at you once more, this time, both hands on the hilt. [/b]
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Ghiaccio formed another, thicker shield and his blade melted off. He held it tightly bracing for impact. He'd need to finish this quick if he wanted to escape...
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[b]Prepared for the impact, he rammed the point through the shield, only a small bit of metal piercing the end. He tried to pull it out, unsuccessfully, and placed his foot on your shield, trying to get the weapon free from the frozen grip. [/b]
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Frost started to coat the blade, eventually crawling up to his armor and his body. It was a chilling sensation, as if he was in the Arctic bare naked. The sword broke free and Ghiaccio slammed his shield onto the knights helmet, now coating it with a second layer of pure ice.
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[b]He stumbled back, and crushed the ice on his helmet, (I presume?) before looking around. That had dazed him, for a moment, and now was probably the time to strike. [/b]
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Ghiaccio slammed his shield on the mans helmet, repeatedly doing it over and over again just like he did with the cat. He was relentless in his brutality.
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[b]That many brutal blows to the head would kill any ordinary man... So Donnel lay dead on the road, the great sword dropped to the side. Blood flowed out of the helmet, staining the ground red. It was somewhat quick, but must have been painful. Three +1 signs appeared out of thin air, like ghosts, and drifted off into the atmosphere. [/b]
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"What in the fück?" Ghiaccio said, looking back down to the man. Attempting to take off his helmet to see the most likely disfigured face he made.
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[b]As you took a step near, the blood began to flow back from your boots, into the helmet. Slowly, the knight grabbed the great sword and stood up again, the blackness of his visor seemingly deeper. He rested the blade on his shoulder, and a shield of metal formed on the other arm, the crest of a dragon upon it.[/b] Who are ya?
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Edited by Skatch142: 10/7/2016 1:15:02 PM[u][b]YOU MOTHERF@&$ING C@&$!!! I WILL SEND YOUR A$$ STRAIGHT TO F@&$ING H#%%!!![/b][/u] *There, standing in the entrance to the alleyway was a cat/wolf creature. He was 5'4" and he was covered in light grey fur with darker grey spots. He wore only a blue t-shirt and tan cargo shorts. Surrounding him was a bright orange aura and his eyes glowed purely orange. Five 50 caliber bullets floated out of his pocket, surrounded by an orange glow and they all pointed at him.* [u][b]I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER F@&$ING BORN!!![/b][/u] [spoiler]Sorry if he's godmodey. He is both extremely pissed and I need to practice with him to make him more of a fair fight.[/spoiler]
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"Hmm? I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. In fact I don't even know who you are." He said calmly, Ghiaccio gave off a chilling presence. It was as if they were in the Ko Rudo Mountains...yet they weren't. "White Album." Ghiaccio said and the most bizarre thing happened. A pure white figure shimmered into existence, towering over both Vorim and Ghiaccio at 7 feet. I'm too lazy to describe him, just read up on his bio or some shit. "Now calm down and we can talk this over."
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*Vorim ignores the figure, he's too angry.* [u][b]THERE IS NO WAY YOU'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS!!! YOU MURDERED THAT POOR GIRL!!! YOU [i]MURDERED[/i] HER!!![/b][/u]
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"You're saying I murdered someone!? What a preposterous accusation! Where is your evidence of my so called murder then!? Hmm?" Ghiaccio said to Vorim in a loud tone, aggravated by this. Meanwhile White Album slowly approached Vorim, leaving a small trail of frost.
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*He thrust his hand towards White Album, surrounding him in an orange glow and pushing him back against a wall. With his other hand he points to the girl's body.* [u][b]I SAW YOU F@&$ING MURDER HER!!![/b][/u]
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"You saw me huh? No one will just believe an accusation like that unless you have physical evidence. How do we know [b]you[/b] didn't do that?" Ghiaccio said, looking at the body with 'surprise'. The icicle that was used was melted away and all that was seen was the hole in the girls throat. "But, for all we know some freak did that." He stated again, White album recovering from the hit and approaching Ghiaccio.
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[u][b]I SAW YOU! AND PEOPLE TRUST ME! SHUT UP WHILE I KILL YOU!!![/b][/u] *Suddenly, two of the bullets shoot forward, creating small sonic booms as they break the sound barrier and pass through one of his arms.*
