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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 2:19:57 PM
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[i][u][b]The Dojo Gates[/b][/u][/i]
[i]A young fellow in white armor came walking up to the gates with a cocky grin on his face.[/i] "The Dojo? Dojoville? Who named this place? A five year old?" [i]He walked in with a walk that shot out pure swag. He eventually stood in the middle of a courtyard with his hands on his hips.[/i] "Ha! This training will be easy."
[spoiler]Open. New character plz no kill ;-;[/spoiler]
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I cut myself on that edge. *ISIC stands behind you, his plasma cannon arm to your back* State your Business fella
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[spoiler]Since when is an egotistically kid edgy? [/spoiler] [i]Cthulhu turned to the man.[/i] "Hello, mister! I'm Cthulhu."
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[spoiler]The five year old part[/spoiler] Hello Cthulhu. I'm ISIC. Do you have any kneecaps I can have?
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"Nope."
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Oh, okay. I'm guessing you want in? *He motions to the massive gates of the Dojo*
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Edited by Cthulhu Agent: 10/7/2016 7:13:06 PM[i]Charlie looks around the courtyard.[/i] "Could've sworn the courtyard was in the dojo."
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I know, I just point to the gates no matter who I'm talking to
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"Well, I'm already in here, so...."
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"Oh -blam!-s sakes it's happened" [i]"Sad life, wannabe bully."[/i] [b]Two Knights approach, one standing at seven feet the other at eight [/b]
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[i]Cthulhu looked confused.[/i] "What's happening?" [i]He said to no one in particular.[/i]
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"Now he's acting clueless!" [b]A third Knight walks up [/b] [u]"Oi! Leave him alone."[/u] [b]The two start grumbling and leave [/b] [u]"Sorry about those two."[/u]
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[i]Cthulhu chuckled.[/i] "I am so lost right now. Are you guys like, guards or something? I thought I could just walk in because the gate was open."
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"The gate wasn't open... It was closed." [spoiler]Yeah the gates are never open [/spoiler]
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"Well, I guess someone left them open because I totally didn't pick the lock."
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"Yeah you didn't because it's not possible. We don't have a lock."
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"Exactly, someone left it open. I just said that, dummy."
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"Clever."
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"Thank you."
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"Of course, of course."
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From behind, a glove clasped the left shoulder of the boys, though the gesture was not in peace and rather it was an act of aggression. He forcibly yanked back with the shoulder and made the boy face him, as the masked and cloaked figure looked down and peered through his orange mask as the black eye scanned his weapons while the left gave him a red outline, as were the colours around those eyes. The man looked... Fúcking strange to some and intimidating as all hell to most, primarily due to the kit he wore on his well kept tiger striped cloak, which had a belt crossing over the waist and gave the upper half some poofiness just over the belt. On said brown leather belt were four revolvers, red white blue and Ranger Sequoia, which rested all on the left side and away from a pair of HardLight blades on the right, which carried a silver shoto hilt lightsaber, a gift from an old friend. He also had four larger guns on his back. The first was out of place compared to the rest of them, as it was more of a silver box with a strange colour scheme, a trigger, a magazine and a barrel with a skull that had wings, just resting on the sides. He had a sniper beside his man sized Bolter, and an assault rifle next to that. Under the cloak seemed to be a layer of armour, with shoulders bulkier than the rest of his sleek suit and the chestplate matching it, though it was concealed well. "What the fück did you just say about testing?"
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[i]Cthulhu brushed the man's shoulder away.[/i] "I said training, not testing. Also, holy sh*t you look awesome! Four revolvers? Ha! Cause one ain't enough, am I right?" [i]He laughs.[/i]
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"All my guns got a story kid, none you'd know about though." Treyman kept a cocky exterior over a calm interior, as it made him look weaker than he truly was. The man was right though, because Treyman custom built his revolvers after wars, and received Ranger Sequoia from an old friend who ripped it from Hanlon's corpse. His bolter was a gift from an Astares Chapter Master like the armour, his AntiMatter was taken from a facility after he underwent the Genesis augmentation, and the lightsaber was a gift from his old Hunters Legion apprentice. The HL blades were taken from the Imperial ship called the Axion, while one was built shortly after. "And if you're here to train, fight me."
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[i]Cthulhu's laugh weakened and his eyes went wide. His voice expressed little confidence.[/i] "Hehe....You're serious? I mean, of course you are! Yeah, l-lets fight!" [i]He gave off a weak chuckle.[/i] "Where are we sparring?"
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"Here and now." ((Fists, melee or guns?))
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[i]A pure white, toaster sized brick floated in front of Cthulhu.[/i] "Ookay, well age before beauty." ((Melee would at least allow the fight to last more than one post))
