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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/24/2016 1:41:27 AM
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[b][i]All Nightmare Long[/i][/b]
[i]Luck
Runs
Out
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn
Still life
Incarnation
Still life
Infamy
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[b]Deep in the Forest, Two Miles from the Dojo Gates[/b]
[i]The sound was deafening, the flash intense. Trees around the site were blown back, charred, and then the silence set in. From out of the shallow crater, a single figure walked forwards, and then came the second blast. A bang, a flash again, and a second, more bulky figure walked forwards. Walking forwards and out of the crater, the two figures were obscured in the darkness of night.
Both were cloaked, the first first bearing a hood to his, his body completely covered. The second bore a long cape-like cloak, tattered and torn. As they walked away from the blast site, the eyes of each of their helmets lit up, the bulkier figure's a hellish orange, the slimmer figure's a cold blue. Together they walked forth from the blast, off into the cold night, snow falling all around them. [/i]
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[i]The being fully covered by the cloak noticed the glint of the scope quickly, and in mere moments, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Behind him, the hulking being stopped, and bright arcs of lighting began jumping across his body, illuminating his massive form encased in an advanced combat exoskeleton, a minigun mounted on his shoulder. The weapon clicked into place and spun forwards towards the glint. The other figure remained nowhere to be seen.[/i]
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[quote]Easy there big guy..no need to get frisky.[/quote] [i] The bigger, visible form heard a voice in his head. Low, and relaxed, almost lazy. Meanwhile, the glint in the trees had disappeared along with whoever was behind it..[/i]
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Look, I got enough voices in my head, I don't need more. Piss off. [i]the man said, a bit of a growl to his voice. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for this. [/i]
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[quote]What are you gonna do, beat me up? [/quote] [i] The voice chuckles as it mentally antagonizes Wilson for kicks. [/i] [i] Meanwhile, depressions in the snow could be seen a few hundred feet from Wilson, made by something invisible.[/i] [spoiler]You wanna have Wolfe reappear? He kinda needs to so I can have Riley show up in a few replies lol [/spoiler]
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Could tune you out with more whiskey but I ain't takin' my helmet off with your little friend d*ckin' around with a sniper.... [i]he replied, weighing his chances.[/i]
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[quote]He won't shoot you..probably. He's a good kid..most of the time. [/quote] [i] The depressions in the snow stopped, and a form materialized from thin air a few hundred feet in front of Wilson. All that could be made out was armor, very Recon like in nature, strips of cloth hanging from the fringes of a cloak. The stock of a sniper rifle could be made out over his shoulder, along with a bo staff of sorts. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/nCgae
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Oh great... more people like Wolfie... F*ckin' awesome... Never understood why or how you people like sniping. It's so boring, I mean, Christ I'd rather unload a belt into 'em and let 'em know who did it. [i]he remarked offhandedly.[/i]
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"I'm sure you would. Buffoons like you have no respect for precision or finesse. Then again..either way still kills." [i] The man a ways away from Wilson speaks, his tone carried somehow, sounding flat and nondescript. [/i]
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Oh hear me out, Bush Wookie, I can shoot with the best of 'em with just irons, but I don't like that. I [i]want[/i] them to know I'm coming. Shock and awe's a lot more fun. Scares the sh*t outta them when you kick the door down and blow their brains out with a double barrel. Waaaay more fun than takin' the potshot from a mile out. [i]he went on, clearly not getting the guy's message. Perhaps he did and just didn't care.[/i]
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"A potshot is a shot you don't really intend to hit. I hit all my shots." [i] He says, slowly walking towards Wilson. He didn't seem threatened in the slightest, his posture almost lazy. At his hip, an M45 could be seen, along with a white handled Bowie knife on his thigh.[/i] "Where'd your friend go? I'm not a firm believer in there's a crowd.."
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[i]There was a click as a hammer was drawn back, and behind the figure stood the second figure, armored arm reaching forth from his cloak. In his hand, a Smith and Wesson Model 629 revolver, black with a cherry wood grip. The two blue eyes shined coldly in the night.[/i] [i]Wilson simply pointed behind the man, almost as if he was greeting someone.[/i]
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[i] A shot sounds off, a loud crack in the trees, sending birds flying and snow falling from branches. A sniper's bullet tears towards Wolfe's back, a .408 round. Moments before it was about to impact with his armor, a shadow flits through the falling snow, a loud sound of metal on metal resounding behind Wolfe. Closer inspection would show a slighter female figure with a red and black mottled katana drawn, with blue hair and fair skin. [/i] "Come on Jacky boy..don't tell me your getting sloppy?" [i] A familiar voice spoke from the figure behind Wolfe.[/i]
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Armor's rated for a tank shell. Apparently dad tested that. [i]he said, without turning around, keeping his gun aimed at the joint between the other sniper's head and neck.[/i] I'm not worried about a rifle round.
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"That bullet would've hit a lot harder than a tank shell." [i] The man in front of Jackson's pistol speaks up, a hint of a smirk in his tone. In truth, he wanted to know how a person could deflect something like that. Riley turns around, walking to the front of Jackson's new friend and reaching, pulling the man's helmet off. He was young, mid-twenties with hair that was brushed back and shaved on the sides. A hint of a black tattoo peeked near his neckline. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/q14oL [i] Riley raises both her eyebrows, her mouth forming a small O.[/i] "Damn.." [i] She says quietly, the man still maintaining a cocky smirk.[/i]
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You know him? [i]Jackson asked, voice flat.[/i] OH MY GOD IT'S SMURFETTE! CAN I STILL KILL THIS DUDE? Kinda want his gear? [i]asked Wilson, to nobody in particular.[/i]
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"I'd probably let you Wilson, if this was actually his body." [i] The helmet in Riley's hands disintegrates into nothingness, like a tv flickering out of focus. She flicks the man's forehead, her finger passing right through it.[/i] "And no Jackson..not personally. But any assassin worth their training knows of him. He's Desmond Galloway. The best wetboy any dimension knows." [i] What the hell was a wetboy? And the tone Riley took on was one of impressed.[/i]
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Holographic capabilities with Schrader's research were not looked into. Light-bending for camouflage was, but nothing more. [i]he said. This man was nobody he had heard of, and certainly was not anyone he had come into contact with, and he had worked the darker sides of the CIA's pool of hired guns. Although he hadn't yet made it clear, he was happy to see Riley. [/i] I f*ckin' hate holograms. [i]Wilson said, clearly having had some experiences that were less than amiable with them.[/i]
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"It's not a hologram." [i] Desmond speaks up, while Riley rolls her eyes.[/i] "He has a Ka'kari. A sentient magical artifact that bonds to a host and gives them extraordinary abilities. It's not tech, it's magic." [i] Desmond, or the projection of Desmond, watches her, almost amused.[/i] "And he's a wetboy from a planet called Midycru. Wetboy's are better than assassin's, because they have deaders. Deaders, are a person who's had a contract put out on them, and is as good as dead. Assassin's are jokes to them because sometimes assassin's miss." [i] Desmond smirks. [/i] "Which is what you are Riley Daltry. An assassin's, so flawed and inadequate. And you," [i] He looks at Wilson, glance flicking back towards Wolfe, but training his gaze on Wilson.[/i] "Were my target. I actually planned on going through your buddy here..because you deserve to die three-hundred times over." [i] He said it like he was disgusted, like Wilson was almost unclean to look at. What made him say that though..?[/i]
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Shoot me, baby. Legion couldn't do it, Rangers couldn't do it, Phoenix couldn't do it, and Schrader was smart enough not to even try. [i]There was the sadistically in-your-face Wilson.[/i] [i]Wolfe simply stared at the projection unimpressed.[/i] If you're as good as you're reputed to be, you've already let me down. He's still talking. [i]he replied flatly. Assassins, wetboys, whatever they were, they were all one in the same. Killers. Nothing fundamentally different in the action. Nothing new or unique.[/i] Why don't you drop your magic rock and come fight like a real man, Bush Wookie? [i]Wilson said, clearly not impressed with magic.[/i]
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[i] The projection of Desmond shakes his head.[/i] "While all three of you deserve to die, some more than others," [i] He glances at Wilson, and mocks Wilson's last statement with a smirk.[/i] "I'm smart enough not to try." [i] And with that, his body flickers from existence leaving Riley running her hands through her hair.[/i] "Lance is a scary guy..but Desmond Galloway is a close second." [i] Punctuating her statement, she practically tackles Wolfe with a hug. [/i]
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[i]Wolfe was taken slightly aback by the hug, not being a very touchy person, but after a moment of sheer confusion he returned the hug. He was happy to see her, she was perhaps the only person who he would ever hug. Wilson simply looked on at the two of them, after gazing around for Desmond.[/i] Wolfie and Smurfette kissing in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! [i]He taunted.[/i]
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[i] Riley let go of Wolfe and turned to Wilson, a grin on her face.[/i] "Aww come on Wilson, sure you don't want a hug?" [i] She says with a laugh, knowing full well he'd rather shoot her.[/i]
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I ain't much on hugs, but hey, at least you make Grumpy over there somewhat happy. [i]he said, crossing his arms.[/i] And where am I on the scary list? Come on, I gotta be up there. Like, have you seen the sh*t I do? Desmond and Lance haven't nuked four f*cking cities... [i]Wolfe paid no mind to Wilson.[/i] Why does he believe we deserve to die? Personal vendetta against mercenaries and government agents?
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"No, he doesn't have personal vendettas. Not anymore." [i] She says, leaning her back against a nearby tree and crossing her arms.[/i] "The Ka'kari allows him to see people's inner workings, their wrongdoings and sins, if you will. He brings about Retribution where he sees fit, be it Vengeance, Mercy, or Justice. People like us," [i] She gestures to the three of them.[/i] "An assassin, a murderer, and a sociopath, deserve to have justice brought upon them. He believes it's his job to play Judge, Jury, and Executioner."
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F*ckin' Vigilantes... think they can save the world... can't save what's already lost. [i]Wilson said, anger flaring for a moment.[/i] Delivering judgement's a corrupting force. No power is more absolute than taking a man's life. You and I know that. I didn't kill innocent people. I killed men who took from me and tried to hide from their own crimes. I'm not happy about doing it, not in front of their families. What you did was in the past. You were taken young and trained into it young. How are you to know right and wrong at that point? [i]Wolfe remarked coldly.[/i] Blah, blah, bullshit he's pissy and got a ghost problem. Ain't nobody gonna hurt either of y'all. Not if I got anything to say about it... [i]While Wilson may have been nuts, the man was protective of his few friends. Riley and Jackson were no exception.[/i]
