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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 8:44:43 PM
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[i]The armored figure pressed the release for his helmet, pulling it off. Beneath it, a man who looked to be in his thirties, his face scarred and gruff. His eyes were a dirty brown, his hair sort of slicked back, skin tanned from his escapades in the desert. [/i]
Put it on.
[i]He gestured to the man, holding out the helmet.[/i]
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Lucien took his hat off and accepted the helmet, putting the power armour mask on and looking keenly into the modified visor.
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[i]Wilson took a small chip from his bandolier, and slid it into a slot in the helmet. Before Lucien, the visor's feed shut down, and then rebooted. Before him, a scene in a destroyed city. The architecture, well, what remained of it, was beautifully crafted, but what stood out was the figure that was utilizing the same abilities that he had. He and Wilson were holding each other just barely at bay, the figure clearly skilled with his immolation abilities.[/i]
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"Impossible... is that me?" he mutters before observing the battle more. The ruins in the background looked like the ones found on Olympus Island, but the entire area looked like Old-Earth: a fantasy to anyone born on Post-Scorch Mars. He continued to watch the battle as the figure bearing his face conjured up more blue flames, forming it into ashen weapons eerily similar to his own technique. "Mr. Wilson, can you pause and enhance that man's face?"
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I'm afraid I can't, unless you got yourself a fancy computer... [i]He said.[/i]
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"Damn. The Iconoclast probably would have some piece of technology that would give them that ability. A shame." He takes off the helmet and offers it back to Wilson. [i]That was most definitely me - or someone who looks very close to me. But how? How could someone have the same strain of MSCV without him dying?[/i]
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[i]The Courier took his helmet back, and slid it back on, locking it back in place and popping the HUD recording out of it. Looking back to Farcón, he spoke again.[/i] That guy left me a little present, too. [i]He said, gesturing to the Phoenix that had been burnt into the metal of his chestplate.[/i]
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"A brand? Hmm, not that unlike my own I suppose -" Lucien turns around and bends his neck over to show a brand burnt into the back of his flesh: some kind of winged, multiple-headed beast emerging from an inferno. "Much more pure than a mark such as this. Do you have any photographs of him? Only then could I truly get a good look at his face."
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Photographs? Nothing unless I can get into some old files belonging to a company I worked for back in the day. [i]he answered.[/i]
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"They would be of much use to me. First I need to find the boy, then I need to discover this doppelgänger of mine..." He mused.
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Alright. [i]he said, heading back into the Dojo.[/i] You want 'em, get your *ss over here.
