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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/12/2016 12:10:55 AM
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Flash Before My Eyes // Simulation // JT.
[i]Neon lights illuminated the streets in a light purple shade as the feint buzzing of the gaseous signs hummed with anticipation of the approaching warrior, who had watched civilians and criminals flee from the streets with silenced shuffles and pushes of haste, for each and every man had knew the fate of the downtown Cyberpunk district that was waiting there. JT took strides onto the scene as he stepped down the street, emptied cars parked on the sides of the wide road and without a soul on the main part. He bore no armour, but depending on the foe, he would need to equip it in the sim.
And a white door opened before him, spewing forth the enemy to battle.
((Open for combat))[/i]
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Out came a young man, quite tall (195 CM) and somewhat handsome man. He had quite a powerful build for his age as his Stark Blue Eyes scanned the Cowboy up and down already trying to find any telltale signs of a weakness and what gear he had on the outside. He had short, blonde and unkempt hair which he raised a hand to do a slicking motion on it. He wore a crimson red trenchcoat which hid whatever weaponry or gadgets he might have had on him with a black sweater underneath, he also had a black scarf on with some threads being loosely pulled out, a sign of it not being treated very well. The man did a small cough before speaking with an American tone of voice. "JT, right? It's me, Sakuret Ceiko taking good advantage of this...Sims features. I have a rather special request of you, I want to get some uh...Augs you call it? Not just any Aug however, I want it specialized for myself, and honestly I'm a [i]teeny[/i] bit short on cash or whatever the fuсk you take. Is there any way I can get that shit for free?"
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"Depends in the aug."
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"Hmm...I was thinking of a Abdominal Machine Gun, y'know for combat. However, I kind of wanted it pimped out with whatever neat toys you're willing to offer." He said, placing his hands in his coat pockets. Waiting on the cyborgs response.
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"Two grand for the aug, five hundred for any additional things."
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"Or, or, or, or, or...I'll fight you for it. We are in a Sim, and it'd make no sense not to. I'll propose this, if I win I get the machine gun for free along with some knickknacks. If you win, I'll piss off for a while until I can actually pay you. How does that sound?"
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"If I win then you owe me, that seems more fair. Good?"
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Sakuret rolled his eyes at that. "Fiiine." He said, it seemed like this version of Sak retained his disrespectful nature of himself. He reached inside of his coat and brandished two Power Claws, their molecular fuсkery power making a hum in the air. "Let's go then, Arnold Schwarzenegger." Sak said, referencing his Cyborg parts. Though he didn't know all of his Augs and whatnot.
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[i]JT just grabbed his .700 Nitro from his bsck, looking down the top of three barrels with an evil grin upon his face. No words were uttered by the cowboy. [/i]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 11/14/2016 2:17:30 PM"That's a neat shotgun y'know. Boy would I suck a-nevermind." He said, as two spherical bulges quickly rolled down his pants and out of them. Landing with a metallic ping they were revealed to be silver spheres pulsing with [i]something[/i] on the ground they started to emit a sound similar to a clock. Grenades, but not just any Grenades, EMPs. What he had done earlier by shoving his hands into his pockets was access his EMP grenades, arming them and placing them on his waistband of his somewhat loose pants. By grabbing his Plasma claws enabled the EMPs to crawl down his pants due to the coat not hugging them anymore to his waist. However, he had used both of his EMPs in the process of doing that. Sakuret quickly ran over and did a thrust with both of his power claws towards the Cyborgs chest, the EMPs detonated and shut off whatever non-emp resistant electronics in their general area.
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[i]The only things disoriented by the EMP was his TagSight, HuD and a variety of other neurological enhancing augmentations, seeing as the important things like his arm blades and muscle fibres were all connected directly to the nervous system and in turn still active. As Sakuret neared, JT simply pressed the second trigger of his shotgun and all three bullets were fired. .700 Nitro rounds with uranium tips, enough power to breach armour and flesh, times three. [/i]
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Sakuret was basically dead. Seeing how he got assblasted by huge ass rounds.
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[i]"Look pal, I'll give you your augs."[/i]
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"No...I lost. I have to stick up to my end of the deal...our verbal contract we made. Besides, now that I think about it. An abdominal machine gun sounds impractical and stupid."
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[i]"Alright."[/i]
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Pushing against the crowds that rushed away in horror from the cowboy stood a man decked out in belts of ammunition and fragmentation grenades slung across body armor. On either hip were sub-machines, fully loaded, and a sword laying over his combat plate of metal. A red beret was slouchily pulled over a mop of chestnut, curled hair, marked with Prillion's symbol; the Tricynctyara. "Heard what happened to Beta. Real shame, right? Young, innocent girl with no correlation to who you were employed to kill, crippled for life without remorse or hesitation. A sob story, yes, but one that's rather important to me for a multitude of reasons."
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"Oh just shut up, don't you have a Final Fantasy and Deadpool crossover to go to?" [i]JT simply grabbed the .700 Nitro shotgun from his back and aimed it towards the approaching figure. [/i]
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What happened next was rather.....odd. You hadn't counted on her showing up, but here she was Beta. She wore hooded robe of black, wearing the silver necklace that her brother had so often worn, with its golden wedding band at its base, and her metallic((?)) paws clicked as they struck the pavement, whirring and clicking, as she pulled the hood over her face. It WOULD'VE been disturbing, but.... it was just a sim.
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[i]JT felt no remorse for what he did, seeing as he did offer the kid a bit of time in the Bacta Tanks, but he digressed. Instead of speaking, he just drew his revolver with insane speeds of half a second and aimed at Beta from the hip. [/i]
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with an equally fast speed, a sword materialized in her left hand, a white weapon, with a rather odd edge Instead of a true blade, it had a white substance leading to a flower shaped tip held in place by the same material, embossed regally In her other hand, a blade black as night appeared, it's make up similar, but it lacked the flower tip and instead had a gothic styled feel to it Quite frankly, they looked like keys, ridiculous but with a hidden power behind them, and unlike most of the rather arrogant and self-absorbed warriors of the Dojo, she remained silent, the simulator knew her well enough to retain that Silent, save for one phrase, her voice choked with emotion and grief, with hate mixed in [I]"En Guarde....you miserable wretch"[/I]
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[i]"Chill, it's not like your brother's dead. Wait..." JT started it off with mind games to anger Beta, for an angry warrior is always a sloppy one. JT knew that from decades of experience, so he started to fight. JT pulled the trigger of his gun six times as a volley of high powered .44's flew towards Beta from the coilrevolver, as the shots were intended to hit different parts of the body. Two for legs, two for arms, one for torso and one for head. [/i]
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She went silent, you could tell you had angered her.....but unlike so many you had angered before, hers was a cold anger, she would use it, and not the other way around She disappeared right before they hit, and you could see in the reflection off of a side mirror on a car just ahead of you that she had appeared behind you, falling down to strike at you with both keyblades
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[i]That was where she made her folley, for on the descent, JT holstered his gun and jumped backwards into the path of the woman with his spring loaded legs, before his right hand turned into a curved blade and went to run the woman through. [/i]
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she twisted, she was once royalty, so she had been taught if only sparingly how to fight Your blade ran into the side of the black blade, skidding off and disarming that side for the moment as you wrenched it from her grasp with the attack, but she brought the white blade to bear upon your flank, hoping to hit you in the ribs
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[i]JT spun in a three hundred and sixty degree angle to kick away the white blade, before drawing a second revolver and firing twice at Beta's head. [/i]
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She again disappeared, the blades with her, choking you even with all your augs with thick black smoke as her exit was rather dramatic, made of fire and brimstone you heard a rustling of cloth again, to your left, behind a car
