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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/17/2016 2:00:06 AM
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"It's always gotta be me doesn't it? Zeus, God, Vishnu, Jupiter, All Mighty Sun God, none of you can cut me a break?!"
[i] Ian yells to no one in particular as he scrambles around the cockpit of his ship, slamming down buttons and levers as red lights flash around the stolen ship he was in. His thrusters and main engines had failed, and he was currently falling towards some sprawling complex. Where he was, he had no idea.[/i]
"My luck, I'm gonna land right in their backyard and destroy half their shit. Exactly what I need, more repair fees."
[i] He continues to talk to himself, staring out the main windows as he slowly fell to the earth. He'd done all he could do, now he just hoped he didn't die in the crash. A voice piped up behind him, a hologram of a middle aged man with a pointed beard and a handlebar mustache appearing before Ian.[/i]
"Sir, would you like a snack before your untimely death?"
[i] The AI said, in a British accent to Ian. Ian glanced sideways with a glare as the greenery of the earth closed in.[/i]
"No, Sebastian, I don't want a snack."
"It's white cheddar popcorn Sir."
[i] Ian groans in exasperation.[/i]
"Son of a-"
[i] His exclamation is cut short as the ship crash lands near the front gates of the dojo, the small black scout ship digging ruts into the ground as it glides to a stop directly in front of the gates, the sides nearly sheared off the ship, the rest smoking, Ian tossed unconscious inside. [/i]
(Open. Character intro.)
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[b]Ian wakes up in a bed. A man in a white long coat and glasses spots you[/b] Ah, after an hour since retrieval he has finally awoken.
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[b]The man's grey eyes followed the ship into the ground in front of the gate, a wicked smile across his aged face. He wore a white lab coat, with basic black pants, and shoes of similar color. The man next to him was an oddity. In physical appearance, he was identical, being slightly pudgier. His clothes were basic, a white shirt and ran shorts, but what really stood out was the lack of glasses, and... Cat in the hat top hat. The scientist took his hands out of his pockets, and chuckled to himself, his teeth clenched to keep the cigarette inside his mouth, until he took it out, small ashes falling to the ground. His head tilted toward the other man, and an aged voice exited his body.[/b] Clarent. [b]The twin nodded, and exploded into blue light, forming gauntlets and forearm guards, along with shin guards and boots. They were metal and sparked with electricity. He put them in his pockets again and walked to the ship, dropping the cigarette out of his mouth, and crushing it with his heel. [/b] Now, what do we have here? [b]It would be best if he woke up. [/b]
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[i]A groan responded from inside, not necessarily one of pain, but more of exasperation and "I'm tired of this shit." [/i] "Arms, legs, skin, teeth..yeah we're good." [i] The voice ran a checklist, unaware of the person outside. Metal screeches as he tried to get himself free from inside. [/i]
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Ah, have no fear, Atom is here! [b]The man walked up tinted ship, a curious definition of a smile upon his face. He waved a hand, the metal beginning to fold apart, giving you a clear opening in which to exit.[/b] You're in quite the predicament! [b]He placed his hand back in his pocket, waiting for you to crawl out. [/b] [spoiler]Oh god, I responded to the wrong post and didn't realize. Well, here it is! [/spoiler]
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Edited by Atom: 10/19/2016 6:24:15 PM[b] [/b]
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"...Holy...uh..crap. Holy crap!" [i]A fairly young, light feminine voice piped up after the ship had crashed landed into the ground, that voice belonging to a rather loving, absurdly nice, and dreadfully foolish being. The five foot five foot tall, seventeen year old girl sprinted out of the Dojo, her slight tanned right hand latched onto the handle of a First Aid kit. Her body wasn't fat, but wasn't skinny either, while she bore a pure white fabric t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts to go along with it. The girl's face was angular, with high yet shallow cheekbones, a small nose and small ears, and unrealistically bright blue eyes. Her curly hair was a deep purple, clearly dyed a while back..[/i] [i]The girl made her way as fast as she could to the ship, a look of worry on her face.[/i] "Excuse me?! Sir? Ma'am? Are you still alive?!"
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[i] A groan responded from inside, one clearly that was young and male. It wasn't necessarily of pain, but more like exasperation and "I'm tired of this shit." [/i] "Yeah.. I'm alive. Unless this is a really shitty afterlife." [i] The voice called, screeching of metal heard as he tried to get himself out.[/i]
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"...Why are you cussing? That word's a bad word.." [i]The girl's face had a disappointed look upon it, evident by the frown that crossed it after the man had sworn. Although she was reaching the age of adulthood, she seemed awfully childish, as if she was still a young teen.[/i] "Here, I'll help you. I have a First Aid kit, too! I don't know how to use it, but..I can try!" [i]She began to try and open up the cockpit of the crashed ship through any means necessary (though bring violent and punching through the window or something of the sort was not one.), as she cared for whoever was within it.[/i]
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[i] With a grunt, a crash of metal resounds within, and a pair of hands peek over a side of the sheared off ship, quickly followed by a person pulling themselves up and over.[/i] "This is gym class all over again." [i] He mumbles in annoyance once he freed himself, landing on the grass in a not so graceful stumble. He straightens himself, grinning at the girl with a wave. The man was young, maybe only eighteen with messy dark red hair and a spattering of freckles on his face. Emerald green eyes with gold flecks littered the irises, unusual eyes for sure. He wore a black tank top and skinny black jeans, with a green bandana tied around his right arm. A lean body that had a little muscle on it and was only about 5'8", with grease marks dotting his cheeks and arms, especially his hands. Definitely a mechanic. [/i]
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[i]The young girl only waved back, jogging over happily towards the young man that had exited the decimated ship. She stopped when she was about two feet away, her shining bright blue eyes staring up at him, as a wide grin widened over her young face.[/i] "Hi! You look okay, and that's good! I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Ella! What's your name?" [i]She held out a thin hand as of wanting him to shake it, the wild look still on her face. She seemed nice. Almost too nice..[/i]
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[i] He raised an eyebrow at the girl, ending up smiling and showing perfect white teeth. He sticks out a hand, realizing it was covered in grease, and offers her a fist bump instead.[/i] "I'm Ian. How's it going Ella?"
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Edited by Orn: 10/18/2016 2:53:16 AM[i]Ella was fine with a fist bump too, evident by her hand changing into a fist and weakly slamming into Ian's knuckles, her hand rearing back as Ella opened it up, waving it away as a slight "Boom!" escaped her mouth. She was fine with a lot of things, except for gore and the likes.[/i] "It's good to meet you, Ian! I'm doing well, thank you. We should probably fix your ship! Unless you want to stay here. It's okay if you do, of course!"
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[i] He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly as he surveyed the wreckage. That, was going nowhere.[/i] "It's not my ship, so no big deal. Where exactly is here though..?" [i] He questioned.[/i]
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"Oh. I..get it? Yeah, I guess. This is Tatakai..Or Tatakia? I think it was the first. And this.." [i]Ella turned her back to Ian, before staring upon the walls of the Dojo, her eyes widening a little as her voice also magnified.[/i] "...Is the Dojo!!" [i]She yelled excitingly, as if trying to..excite him? It seemed rather cute, as she proceeded to signal towards the Dojo with hand motions wildly as she yelled.[/i]
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[i] He chuckled at her exaggerated behavior, nodding along in thought.[/i] "Ok. I've got names..now what is the Dojo?" [i] He asked gently, considering she'd left that information out. Names didn't do him much good. [/i]
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"The Dojo is..um.. Well, it's a place for people to..well, from all I've seen, kill or hurt each other very badly..I don't really like violence, if you couldn't tell.." [i]Ella's mood changed rather drastically, her voice lowering as she spoke of what she had seen at the Dojo. Violence, violence, guns, and just more violence. She didn't like it too much..[/i]
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[i] He ran a hand through his hair while looking over the complex and the area around him.[/i] "Uh huh..Well, I appreciate the info." [i] He said with a grin before giving her a wave and abruptly turning on his heel and walking towards the gates. [/i]
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"O-Okay. I'll see you around, Ian!" [i]The girl's voice went back to being jolly and kind - probably because Ian derived her attention from the violence within the walls of the Dojo. She began to stroll off to wherever she was going that day, lightly humming a catchy song she had heard on the radio as she went along her way.[/i] (Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd fin.)
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[b]Jäger rushed to see what had crashed. [/b] [i]Holy hell, that's some pretty shitty flying![/i] [b]He knockes on the shio, seeing if anything is inside. [/b] [i]Hey! Anyone still alive! Is there anyway inside?[/i]
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There was a loud knock on the ship, and a loud and rough voice called out. "Hey! Who the fücks in there!?" The voice said, clearly a male from the sounds of it. "God dammit is there some latch I can open or..." He said to himself. "I hope the hell you aren't dead! I don't want to carry another corpse to the graveyard island!"
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[i] A groan emanates from the inside. Not one of pain, but one of exasperation and "I'm tired of this shit."[/i] "I'm in here..not dead. Surprisingly." [i] He said, a grunt and a screech of metal like something was trying to be moved. [/i]
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"Aha! Found some windows here...let me just load these babies in and... Here we go!" He said, with a loud pumping of what was probably a Shotgun. Then, with a loud bang of the weapon a Uranium Tipped Slug entered the ship through the main windows, shattering the glass I presume, just tell me if I'm wrong. "Alright shitlord you can come out now! Unless I shot you...which would be extremely bad for both of us."
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"Oi!" [i] The voice yelled, a shuffling heard before a body heaved itself out of the broken window, careful of the glass. Standing up, the man would see the person he'd rescued.[/i] [i]Standing at only around 5'8", the man, borderline teenager, looked to be around eighteen. He wore a black tank top, with a green bandana tied around his left arm. Dark red hair fell in his face, emerald Green eyes with gold flakes in the irises looking outwards. Dog tags also hung from his neck. His mouth seemed stuck in a permanent almost grin, like there was a joke he always found funny. He was slight in build, having a bit of toned muscle on him but not much from his overall lean frame.[/i] "Thanks for not shooting me, name's Ian." [i] He speaks, holding out a hand to shake. The palms of his hands were dirty with engine grease, almost stained. Spots of it could be spotted on his faded skinny jeans and face, clearly a mechanic of sorts. [/i]
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The man that stood before the borderline teenager was like the exact opposite of him. He looked to be old, possibly in his early sixties, he had a gray trim haircut accompanied by a gray, thick but trim beard as well. The old man had stark blue eyes that was looking the 18-year old up and down. Then the man wore a beige trenchcoat, with no straps to hug it tightly to his chest so it was just left open to reveal his black turtleneck sweater. The man had on white gloves which concealed his hands and he also wore khakis and dress shoes..for whatever reason. But the most notable thing about him was the shotgun in his hand. He had it painted carbon black, it was a pump action shotgun with a red dot sight upon it. Instead of shells it fired Uranium Tipped Slugs, which he held the weapon with ease in one hand, leaving the other open and he shook. "Well then, I was [i]not[/i] expecting this..."
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"And I wasn't expecting to have a shotgun slug almost rearrange my beautiful masterpiece of a face. I guess we're both full of surprises." [i] He says with a joker's grin, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. This was someone who knew how to have fun in life, and never take things too seriously. [/i]
