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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 8:48:44 PM
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((Cowboy then, he's the only one who's got knowledge about the guy))
[i]"Oh this has got to be a -blam!-in' joke..."
He who spoke had recognized the flames of cobalt shade, though he didn't quite know who it was that casted such a spell of power, and instead he had a guess. Standing at a fair ten feet tall and fifteen feet away from the awakening man was a man, clad in a suit of olive green armour with a long brown duster over the suit, the hands being a shade of red on the palms and white on the fingers, which in turn matched the shade of his red eyed helmet under the brown cowboy's hat. He looked more akin to a vaquero however, due to the four revolvers all along his chest and the massive revolver rifle on his back. plus the plasma lasso he carried. His right arm was a strange one in the gear as a set of five canisters adorned it, each carrying a 40mm HE grenade.
"If that -blam!-in' cult followed me from the Twilight, I will hunt them the -blam!- down!" He shouted, as the cowboy approached the man with a thunderous echo from the hundreds of pounds that comprised his weight in the suit. [/i]
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Upon hearing the man shouting, the stranger took upon a strange stance: he spaced his legs out in the fashion of a master fencer but poised his arms over his waisted armaments like a desperado samurai, ready to draw either firearm or sword. "Cult? I know not of what you speak of." The man began to a analyze every component of the cowboy. [i]Firearms - lots of them. Duster looks somewhat akin to Tribal design. Enough weapons and armour to be company-funded... Possibly Iconoclast.[/i] "Who are you and where am I?" The man's eyes burnt with determination and panic like a cornered animal.
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[i]"The Dojo of Tatakai, though you likely know where that is because of the fire. Only one group I've ever known has had that shit, and they prayed to a Lieutenant of this place." If JT wasn't making it obvious enough, he didn't think highly of cultists who prayed to a mortal man. While he did have respect for all people, there were a few that got less than he would give many. "As for me? I'm a Lieutenant, JT. Who the hell are you?"[/i]
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Taken aback by the man's hostility, the stranger maintains his unique stance and speaks. "My name is Lucien Farcòn. I have no idea what you're talking about, Iconoclast merc. Don't try to think you can fool me. Give me back the boy and we can prevent further bloodshed." This man would not tolerate any distractions. Lieutenants? Tatakai? He was all new to the concept, but that would not deter him. Fire burnt in the man's eyes as he saw JT's resolve: this would most likely end with blood.
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[i]"Don't know what the -blam!- an Iconoclast is, now stand down, 'fore I gotta put twenty four in that cranium of yours." That was all the cowboy would say. He was technically a mercenary in some regard, yes, but he had no idea what an Iconoclast was. Funny, he's been all over but there's some things even he didn't know. [/i]
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"I'll stand down when you stand down, cowboy. I don't know where I am or why, but I would prefer not to resort to violence. Please, I'm just looking for a boy." The man stated his purpose and mission but stood stalwart in his stance. He would find Alister, and no gunslinger cyborg would stand in his way. [i]He could be dead. No, no don't think like that. He can't be dead. They need him alive to find you.[/i] Fire ignited in the stranger's eyes as the air became scented with brimstone once more, almost as if mirroring the personal Hell behind the man's hazel eyes.
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[i]That boy remark... Hit something, within the cowboy, though not known to all that many aside from him, maybe three people understood it for him. Either way, he seemed to be less on edge and calmer as he spoke, his tone slightly quieter though still a tone that was loud. "Who're you after?"[/i]
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"A boy by the name of Alister Danet. 15-16, dark brown hair and eyes with skin like mine. He was wearing a discarded Tribal coat with Old-Earth furs for warmth. Carried around a Chinese sword-breaker at his waist for a weapon." Lucien loosened his stance up as well, noticing the shift in JT. There was mutual ground to be had at least.
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[i]"Any clue where he is?" Asked the cowboy, as a black jeep rolled around the corner and passed by him. When they did manage to drive by him, the armour was miraculously lost from his body to reveal an emerald green jumpsuit, with a strange looking futuristic blaster at his hip and a duster over that, the torso stained by six bullet holes along the body. He wasn't exactly equipped too the full extent arms-wise, but he had all that was needed within his prosthetics. [/i] [spoiler]Black Jeep is just to get JT out of combat gear for posts until I figure out how to get it off, don't mind that. [/spoiler]
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Lucien wasn't taken aback by the man's cybernetic appearance. He had seen more perverse members of the Iconoclast with obsessions with robotic limbs and augmentations. He also knew veteran mercenaries who had been funded by the Icos who had to get limbs amputated and replaced in order to stop an infected wound. "I'm afraid I do not. All I remember is the boy being held hostage by a group of mercenaries. Then I lost control and... Ended up here."
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[i]"Can't believe I'm doing this for one of them -blam!-in' pyro cultists..." Murmured the Cowboy, who truly knew where the blue flames had come from, hell his left arm belonged to the man that the "Cult", AKA the Unborn, prayed to. "I'll help you if you need to, you strange -blam!-er."[/i]
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"No need for harsh words now, desperado. I need only entry through these gates to find the boy, as well as an extra pair of eyes looking for him throughout the Dojo. No more. I would prefer to handle this matter alone." Lucien sighed and exited his strange stance, walking slowly with his hands up as a sign of peace to the cowboy and then lowering one in the offer of a handshake. "You don't even have to help me look. I need only entry."
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[i]"Alright, you can enter. But if you wish to do combat with anybody during your stay, you must be tested by a Lieutenant." JT clasped his silver right hand in the palm of the stranger as the steel inner workings and carbon fiber exterior shifted silently, allowing him to shake and retract the limb. "Standard protocol."[/i]
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"Deal." The man then withdrew and looked at the gates. "I expect we'll be seeing more of each other soon then, Lieutenant?"
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[i]"Doubtful." The cowboy was... Well lets just say a seven nation army couldn't hold him back, but it could make him enter hiding. And so, the cowboy just up and started to walk off from the figure, in the direction he was previously headed. [/i] ((End))
