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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/18/2016 8:03:02 PM
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As the Watcher was disfiguring the corpse of the dark wrath, the metallic thump of something large and made of metal could be heard. It had the pacing of footsteps, and it sounded like someone was running. As the sound grew closer, the noise began to sound like someone was rapidly pounding on a drum, but the drum was the earth.
And suddenly, the noise began to subside as it drew absurdly close, and it petered out into slow, cautious footsteps. Then, a hulking figure rounded the corner. Obviously, it was in a massive suit of armor, no human could have that kind of girth. While in the shadow, the only thing that was visible was the figure's golden visor, and the odd shape on its right arm. The shape had an angry hum emanating from it, as if it was containing quite a bit of energy. The odd shape then raised up to the chest of Watcher, and the built-up energy was visible inside of what was obviously a barrel.
The figure then spoke in a computerized voice, "Who are you, and why did you kill that man. And for the love of god, what're you doing to his head!?
English
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[i]The Watcher suddenly looked up, as she had detecting the noise that had resonated from the barrel of the weapon. Her face was, to say the least - a sickening combination of flesh and machinery. The right side was skin and blood. Tan, smooth skin, high cheekbones and a dark, maroon eye, the woman had a face of girl in her mid-twenties, beautiful yet intelligent and kind. [/i] [i]But the other side of her face was pure carbon and steel, with a metallic jaw, plating to replace her cheeks, and a gleaming red cybernetic eye. Tufts of brunette hair was covering her realistic eye, while nothing blocked the robotic one's view.[/i] [i]And that's when she saw the barrel. The realistic maroon eye widened with surprise as the head of the Darkraith dropped from her hand and onto the ground. The sounds of gears and cybernetic joints and servos could be heard as she then suddenly leaped to a tight alleyway nearby, scampering into it as if she feared the one with the weapon. In truth, the Watcher didn't want to die, she couldn't. She didn't trust any with firearms to not shoot her.[/i]
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Edited by jj1042: 10/19/2016 3:39:22 PMThe figure proceeds into the room, quickly examining the body of the Darkwraith. He then looks down the alley way, weapon at the ready, as his golden visor turns bright red. "I've got thermals you know. I can still see you. Now, if you give me a half-way decent reason as to why you killed him, I'll be honorable and use my sword. I'll stay in the suit, though. If you give me a good reason, I'll spare you entirely. Also, just so you know, that red eye of yours is terrible at keeping you hidden."
