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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2016 12:03:23 AM
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[b]The kid's clothes caught fire from the thermite, and he screamed out in pain. He tore the burning part of the clothes off, leaving half of his shirt an most of his pants. The kid turned to the doorway, infuriated. He launched a volley of shots that exploded on contact, blasting the doorway to pieces.[/b]
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[b]One of the men stumbled back in fear, the other's merely looking at the door in shock. So... They were clearly outclassed, but they had no choice. There were worse fates then death waiting for them if they failed. Better to go out dying... Or better yet...[/b] [i]"Cease fire!"[/i] [b]One in the back suddenly called out, holding the girl in the yellow sweatshirt by his left arm, aiming his handgun at her head with his other. Now he was playing a dangerous game.[/b] [i]"Cease fire or we kill her... That goes on your head, freak show."[/i] [b]He grit his teeth under his helmet as he stood rigid, hoping to gain some ground this way.[/b]
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Edited by Dain Is Fren: 10/31/2016 12:20:05 AM"I've got a different solution. You let the girl go, or I kill all of you. I'd usually not do this, but." [b]The invisible camera zooms in on his face.[/b] "I'm angry." [b]He floats down to the ground, arms crossed. The kid was very clearly pissed off that he had to go buy a new gi, and he looks to the men.[/b] "I can guarantee to you that whatever your bosses do to you will be much, much less painful than what I'd do. Have you ever been melted alive? I have. Take it from someone with experience, it hurts. Yes. I have been killed. And yes, there is an afterlife. Now, if you let the girl go, King Yemma might let you into Heaven from Otherworld." [b]The kid gets even more angry. He was very angry. He knew what it was like to be hunted. He knew the pain, knew the fear. He wouldn't let it happen to this girl. Not while he was still breathing.[/b] [spoiler]Are you okay with me teleporting around? I can do this without, but it just makes it easier.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I mean, I can't really stop you.[/spoiler] [b]The men looked at each other incredulously, then to the monkey tailed being.[/b] [i]"Eh. Fūck it. Just get the job over with."[/i] [b]And with that, the man lowered his sidearm and pulled the trigger, a bullet ripping through the girls side as he tossed her away, where she fell limp to the ground.[/b] [b]Then the men raised their rifles once more and began to open fire, more than willing to risk being melted alive. Fire was the least of their concern.[/b]
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[b]The child was enraged. Furious. Pissed off. Words could not describe how angry this small monkey-kid was. He yells out of pure anger, and then creates a giant beam made of Ki, and swipes it across the men, avoiding the girl. It burned with a heat hotter than the sun, but seemed to be only hot in contact.[/b] [spoiler]I guess it's a good thing I have things that can heal people, eh?[/spoiler]
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[b]The men melted to puddles of bloody ooze and nano fiber, the bar turning silent as nothing remained... Not much anyways.[/b] [b]The rain outside continued to pour as the light flames from the remaining thermite burned away at the wood.[/b]
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[b]He dashes over to the girl, and pulls a small bean out of his pocket. It is green. A Senzu bean. It heals all injuries, restores all power. He tries to make her eat it, he wants to save her life.[/b]
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[b]As the bean slips into her mouth, and as subconsciously swallows it, color slowly returns to her cheeks, and her wounds slowly heal. She was stable, for now.[/b] [b]But, there was still one last problem... A red flashing and beeping noise coming from underneath her left sleeve...[/b]
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"Crap..." [b]He quickly rolls the sleeve up, expecting a bomb or something. He didn't know what to expect at this point.[/b]
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[b]Well... If it was a bomb, it was small. Just next to her wrist where the red light flashed was a serial number labeled AA-179... And what seemed to be a tracker right under her skin. It beeped and flashed consistently as the nearby rumble of rotors signaled the approach of possible reinforcements.[/b]
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"Uhh..." [b]He looked where it was on her wrist, just to see if ripping it out would rip out any important blood vessels.[/b]
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[b]Seemed the device was just under the surface of her skin, and wouldn't suffer from major damage... It sure would still hurt, but there was little time left... Reinforcements didn't sound too far off.[/b]
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[b]The kid looked over at the girl. She'd die of reinforcements came. Maybe he'd die too... She'd probably thank him for this later. If not... Well, that's have to wait. For now, he had a device to tear out of her wrist. And he did so. He wrenched it from her skin, then smashed it on the ground.[/b]
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[b]Still only barely awake, all she offered was a whimper and slight squirm as the sound of a helicopter rotor began to draw imposingly close... Minutes now... Only minutes.[/b]
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[b]He picked the girl up, and flew through the hole in the wall. For how small he was, he was very strong. He stuck to the shadows, hoping to not be seen with the girl, and eventually he took to running. He ran his way all the way up to the Dojo, up the steps, through the streets. If they made it there, they would be safe.[/b]
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[b]It didn't seem like the assassins followed, most circling around the ruins of the bar and the old plateau for any signs and tracks... But without their chip, they couldn't freely follow the girl...[/b]
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[b]He made a mad dash for the Dojo, up the giant hill. He was trying to save this girl, maybe he could have a friend for once. He kicks open the gates, and sprints in, to the middle of the courtyard. And sets the girl down.[/b]
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[b]She was alive... And safe, but her fatigue and blood loss had knocked her out efficiently. She looked quite fragile laying there... As if even the wind could come by and shatter her.[/b] [b]But for once, between the removal of her blood and marks, and her return to the living, she could finally be seen properly. She was beautiful, even at such a young age, with fair skin and dark black hair... But she had something strange, lines across each cheek, three for each side...[/b]
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[b]Celon looked at them more closely, to him they looked a little like gills... But that wouldn't make sense. Why would they be on her cheeks? Still, he looked closer, not touching her.[/b]
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[b]Whil they certainly seemed like gills, the straight black lines were more like tattoos, tattoos of whiskers.[/b] [b]Se stirred slightly, her face wrinkling up in soreness as she moved, her eyes shifting under her eyelids as she began to come to.[/b]
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[b]The kid backed up a bit, and decides now is a good time to go back to base form. Wouldn't want to blind her when she opens her eyes. He sits beside her, legs crossed.[/b]
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[b]Eventually her eyelids flutter open and she looks around in sudden fear, then surprise... She didn't quite sit up, but she knew that these were not her surroundings from before...[/b]
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"Hi there! I saved you from some guys!" [b]Celon had a big smile plastered across his face, looking almost like a dumb smile. It was as if he was actually happy to see her safe. Then again, it might just be him riding of the dopamine high.[/b]
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[b]She looked a little surprised, but otherwise made no motion of her anxiety.[/b] [b]She tried to lift up her head but winced at the site feeling over we body, instead... She just laid there in silence... Mostly.[/b] [b]She eventually turned to the boy, giving him a stare that was more curious and gentle then scared... But it didn't seem like she was the talkative type.[/b]
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"You don't wanna talk, huh? Okay. That's fine! I know lots of people who don't like to talk!" [b]His voice was excited, but gentle. As if he was afraid he'd scare the girl off of something. He wanted her to stay, there wasn't very many other people even near his age in the Dojo.[/b] "My name's Celon! Nice to meet you!"
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[i]"Vanille..."[/i] [b]She whispered quietly, giving Celon a curious glance before a weak smile. She wasn't unfriendly, but she was certainly distrustful and wary... Though most in her position would be.[/b]
