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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Atom:
11/27/2016 8:55:28 PM
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[spoiler]Redacted because I caused plot level shit, which I would have to wait for. [/spoiler]
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[i]"Alright, let us see how well you do without the Republic or Nation guarding the Dojo..." With that one, cryptic sentence, lightning struck in the background, almost if on que. And so, the General had walked off. [/i]
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[b]The crowd started muttering, and the man smiled as the "legendary warrior" walked off. It had simply proven his point more, rather than giving him an argument, he had given the people s motive. They would no longer be helpless. The man looked up to lighting sky and chuckled. Showtime. [/b]
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"Now," [i]Came from the crowd as a heavily armoured man made his way through the crowd, pushing and shoving where necessary, and simply slipping past people when possible. He stood at six feet and five inches, his entire armoured figure taking up quite some space. He was broad, muscular. [/i] "LISTEN UP!" [i]He yelled once he made it to the front of the crowd, turning to face them all. On his chest was an oversized SMG, everything about it being absolutely gigantic. The barrel and magazine were even bigger than that of a Barrett .50 cal. At his hips were a pair of black shotguns, a twenty round drum magazine sitting in both. [/i] "DIS WHОRE, WHO WAS 'REDEEMED'! IRINA! I, PERSONALLEH, VOW TA TAKE THAT BITCH'S HEAD! Y'ALL WILL HAVE HER HEAD, AND I'LL BE DA ONE TA TEAR IT OFF!"
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[b]The man in the suit simply smiled, gesturing to the crowd. He was small in stature, and seemed like almost nothing to the screaming man. The gathering cheered at your promise, for those who they had lost, revenge would be near. The man spoke again.[/b] Even residents of the dojo see what's wrong... Look around you! [b]He points to a woman in the crowd, looking at the massive man at the front of the crowd, with the just as large guns.[/b] She had just been married. [b]His finger moves to a man.[/b] He lost both his child and wife. Tell me. How can we fight back against gods, who killed half of us in their twisted version of fun?
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"Now," [i]Jason began, turning around to look up at the smaller man, head hidden behind a helmet, two grey-silver eyes peering through a golden Plexiglas visor. [/i] "They're jus' fuсkin' pricks. Point meh ta 'em 'nd I'll add 'em ta mah hitlist, cuz I ain' havin' aneh o' tha' shiet, eh? Oh, no, fuсk tha'. Though, I assure ya; da Dojo folks don' do tha' shiet. Da folks who do are asses. Asses ta be fed ta da hounds 'nd torn ta pieces." [i]His voice was a lot more calm and.. normal now that he wasn't trying to reach and entire crowd - though it was nonetheless powerful and booming, with a rough edge and a mechanical accent to it.[/i]
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Edited by Atom: 11/26/2016 9:17:29 PMUh... Sure. [b]The man wasn't exactly sure what you had said, but it certainly was in his favor. He gave a raised eye brow and smile before speaking again.[/b] I assume you'll have no trouble doing the deed, eh? [b]His voice had hardly changed, besides his volume, it still had the sharp, cutting edge to it. [/b]
