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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/21/2016 5:05:15 AM
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[b]With a wicked spark, the smell of kerosine filled the air as Damien's fuel tanks unleashed the wrath of his flamethrower upon the water stream, mist and steam immediately rising up as the two extinguished each other on contact. Visibility reached zero as the sound of flame and water colliding deafened everything else...[/b]
[b]Then with a click, Damien used a new trick... A flameproof mini rocket ejected from the secondary barrel of his wrist gun, launching toward Ian before splitting into a few hundred tiny orbs that held a anti personal net together. Advanced bola warfare... For the most part...[/b]
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[i] Ian, keeping his water trained on Damien's fire onslaught, brought his massive sword arm up and slashed it down in an arc, hoping to be able to cut the bola's net. It was Damien though..so probably not.[/i]
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[b]While Ian certainly cut through it... There was still the issue of Damien's overthinking. The instant the net broke, the tiny orbs blew up into an array of different colored smokes, tear gas filling the air immediately... But not just any tear gas... No... This was Damien's own specialty. Carolina Reaper powder mixed with a trace of sulfuric acid and some chlorine... It'd get through filters... And then leave a horrible feeling... He might as well have gone with lethals... Probably less painful...[/b]
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[i] The gas infiltrated Ian's filters, sending him into a crying and coughing fit, doubling over in pain, everything forgotten. Damn that shit burned.[/i] "Dammit D!" [i] He sputtered, hacking his lungs up as his orifices felt like they were on fire. [/i]
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[i]"It's non-lethal... The worst that'll happen is that you won't taste anything but fire for a few hours."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and put his arm launchers away, seemingly satisfied with the results of his... Stupid shit. If it got too bad, he'd give Ian a STIM and call it a day.[/b] [i]"Tell me if your nose starts bleeding and you get a headache. Carolina Reaper is strong enough to cause partial brain damage in weak minds."[/i] [b]Damien wasn't joking... But the cases were rare... And the chlorine actually softened the chemical...[/b]
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"Great. Nice to know I could end up with Downs." [i] Ian sputters, removing the helmet and attempting to wipe his eyes but it only seemingly makes it worse. [/i] "What kind of bastard uses chili peppers for tear gas?!"
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[i]"Hey woah... Not just chili powder. I'm talking Carolina Reapers. Twice as hot as a ghost pepper. It was genetically made and you need gloves to handle it... Figured a non-lethal fight would be a good place to test it."[/i] [b]Sooo... Damien had no real clue how to fight fair, but it made sense. He was an asshole who had grown up succeeding by playing dirty... If it worked, he used it. Sure it wasn't always practical, but utility was a nice feature.[/b]
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[i] Ian's nozzle on his gauntlet springs up and sprays a gentle amount of water into his face, seemingly soothing the burning sensation as he drank and let it cool his eyes.[/i] "Certainly effective, that's for damn sure." [i] Ian mutters. To think he'd survived against sound waves being blasted at him, and lost to Carolina reaper tear gas. [/i]
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[i]"If it makes you feel any better, I've been working on my non-lethals more anyways..."[/i] [b]With a shrug and crack of his knuckles, Damien motioned for the tank to swoop by, which it did, sliding out the black ramp as Joker still sat inside, busy with something on a holo-pad...[/b] [i]"You two enjoying yourselves?"[/i] [i]"Possibly... Not sure how fun extreme pepper spray is..."[/i]
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[i] Ian flips both of them off while still spraying his face with water and blinking excessively. After a few more moments of this, he looks back up and blinks tears away but starts to head for the vehicle.[/i] "Makes me feel real inadequate." [i] He mumbles.[/i]
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[i]"Milk works better..."[/i] [b]Joker remarks, implying there was some kind of milk to be found... Even though there wasn't.[/b] [i]"Pfft. When we get back to camp, I'll help you get it taken care of..."[/i] [b]Joker chuckled and set down his holo-pad, Ubonae news flashing across the screen.[/b]
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"Yes Joker, because I have a milk gun." [i] Ian says annoyed, climbing aboard the tank and putting his head on his arms, looking at the floor. The burning was still bad, but it was getting bearable. The thing that pissed him off was how easily Damien had handled him. He knew he was strong, but Ian didn't even stand a chance. And it irked to his very core..he needed to be stronger. He never wanted to be helpless again. [/i]
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[i]"You should use it more..."[/i] [b]Joker says with a smug tone, making a hand motion that the driver picked up on, bringing the tank to a hurried start.[/b] [i]"If it makes you feel any better, Judge does this to everyone. The general population is his guinea pig."[/i] [b]The driver's soft and almost lyrical voice spoke up from the front, the voice of someone with plenty of common sense, but the same voice that carried a treacherous amount of sadism and underlying disdain.[/b] [i]"Except he likes to put the pigs in the microwave..."[/i] [b]Joker remarked, his humor clearly not... Normal.[/b]
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"Definitely doesn't make me feel any better." [i] He mutters to himself, tracing his hand over a spot on his chest absentmindedly. There was a seal there, one with a tremendous amount of power..he just had to unlock it. And so far he'd been unsuccessful.[/i]
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[i]"Cheer up. It's sparring. Neither of us was going all out. Now you just have to put better filtration in your helmet and you'll be prepared next time."[/i] [b]Damien's helmet folded back as he pulled his large coat from seemingly thin air and sat it down next to him as he adjusted his brace and leaned back.[/b] [b]The treads continued their low hum as Rook eventually spoke up, turning to Damien.[/b] [i]"Boss... Issue... It's another one..."[/i] [i]"Drive around it..."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and grinned at Ian, his stupid smiles a never changing feature.[/b]
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"Another what..?" [i] Ian raises his head and glances towards the road, but couldn't quite see around Joker and the driver. Damien was right, he hadn't been going all out, but it still didn't help his ego. He'd get over it though. [/i]
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[i]"Rifts... It's why we are here. Cataloging rifts that come from our dimension... Y'see, we come from a timeline separate from you... But these rifts all lead to our timeline... More importantly, a timeline full of bad people."[/i] [b]Rook replied, Damien nodding in agreement.[/b] [i]"They're harmless mostly... But we believe one singular being is opening them somehow... Someone with a lot of mental power."[/i] [i]"It's not any of us... I can't open rifts without fringe technology and a lot of armor... I'm talking someone with a great skill."[/i] [b]Damien sighs and rubs his right eye, the small white and yellow orb vibrating unnaturally to the touch.[/b]
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"Greeeat, more bad guys with a particular set of skills, ones they've acquired.." [i] Ian trails off, shaking his head. The burning sensation in his mouth and eyes not giving him the heart to finish the reference. [/i]
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[i]"Well... Here's the thing... Between the few of us that has access to rifts... None of the readings match..."[/i] [b]Damien nodded in agreement giving Ian a serious glance.[/b] [i]"What we know... Is that it isn't a purposeful thing. The randomness and general... Bullshitery is off. My guess... Salem or Creed have a project on hold, and it's meant to track us... Likelihood is that they are using a hostage for results."[/i]
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"Hostage..?" [i] Ian says quietly, mind running back to something Lance had mentioned in passing. Something about a girl and a guy named Salem.[/i] "You might wanna check with Lance on that. If anyone's got access to rifts with ease, he does. He might be able to track them, and something tells me he'll be more than happy to.."
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[i]"Hold up there, kid. We already have a lock on an old friend... That's the second reason Omicron is here... We are planning a rescue mission."[/i] [i]"Won't be easy... Got five locks. Panzer, Creed, Salem, Mourne, and Wraith all in one central place. And Silence and Judge do poorly against Mourne and Salem. It's walking in there with four guys and two loonies hoping not to die."[/i] [b]Damien narrowed his eyes and Rook's grip on the steering wheel tightened. Jasper and Damien had once had families... Both shattered and taken... Both men left to their own crippling insanity. Damien had drunk his away until his mind was pickled... The once genius torn away and replaced with a smart madman. Jasper had turned bitter and hostile, his manic depression isolating him and turning him into a very... Very unnerving sociopath. Not to mention, both had never recovered from exposure to Cillosine... A dream state hallucinogenic that kept victims from ever 'waking up'. Both Jasper and Damien had to struggle through every day just hoping they weren't still in dreams.[/b] [i]"Listen, Ian... We are going on a suicide mission deep into uncharted territory... I've never tried to do wrong to you before... Excluding the pepper spray... But it'd be best if we could find you a way home very soon."[/i]
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[i] Ian looks back up at Damien, staring at his eyes, and shaking his head.[/i] "Not gonna happen D. I've been with you since Creed fùcked with us from the beginning, and I plan on sticking with you. Sounds like Panzer is asking for another melting too." [i] Ian says with a grin, but a nervousness had clung to his heart. He wasn't scared, no. His outlook on life was if it was his time to go, it was his time to go. And if there was some higher power looking out for him, maybe that wouldn't be too soon. He didn't know much about Salem, Wraith, or Mourne, but he was gonna stick with Damien. Through thick and thin, no matter how much thick there was. [/i]
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[i]"You know how to pick'em, boss..."[/i] [i]"Well... If that's the case, I'm putting you with Glitch and Joker... You aren't suited for the direct lines. The big shots are there... But... I'm guessing a private army too."[/i] [i]"And since Silence and Judge are practically useless once we get to the fortress, we have one last ace in the hole..."[/i] [b]Damien nodded his agreement, Joker chuckling to himself. Not the best ace out there... But when push came to shove...[/b] [i]"That leaves Sabre and Rook to sweep and clear..."[/i] [i]"And our backup?"[/i] [b]Damien shrugged, Joker speaking up, as an idea comes to him.[/b] [i]"Big N."[/i] [i]"No... Absolutely not..."[/i]
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[i] Ian was disappointed That he wouldn't be on the front lines, but he didn't push his luck. Damien didn't have to let him go at all in reality. Ian thought for a second, tapping his fingers on his thigh,[/i] "I'm sure Lance would probably be down to go with us. He was down to go against Creed back on LD, im sure nothing's changed." [i] Ian raises an eyebrow.[/i] "Who's Big N?"
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[i]"Lance... Can't be there... I have a feeling that's what Salem wants. And if he does come... He's staying with Joker and Glitch."[/i] [i]"Our job is to make sure nothing escapes... So unless they run towards us, we get to sit back and play charades."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged, knowing full well that everything on the other side was most likely a... Trap. Not that he was afraid...[/b] [i]"And you might as well let N come. You'll say yes sooner or later. Besides, I bet he'll like the kid."[/i] [b]A chill crosses Damien's spine as he thought of his old student... A crazy person... Not Damien crazy. No... This guy was full blown Mourne crazy... Just more ethics.[/b] [i]"N stands for Nomad... Our old field scientist... The German has a thing for... Life..."[/i] [i]"He went AWOL few years back. We located him... But he went into hiding to protect his research."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/25/2016 2:16:25 AM"Uh huh.." [i] Ian says, pretending to understand all they said. In truth, the Nomad guy sounded weird, but what concerned him is what this Salem guy was capable of. If Damien didn't want Lance there, because Salem did, what kind of guy could take Lance? He'd seen him in action, the guy was a demon..[/i] "Well, I've got Panzer and Creed down..but what's the Wraith guy like? And Salem and Mourne..? What makes them your guys' kryptonite?"
