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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/2/2016 6:18:46 PM
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[b]12:24 PM.
Courtyard A1, by the Star[u]s[/u]ucks.
Merreh Fuсkin' Christmas.[/b]
[i]As soon as December had started, Jason had gotten into a rather festive mood. He had painted his normally gunmetal grey armour to look like a Santa suit, the helmet being replaced by a Christmas hat.
The tall man was unarmed and throwing about fake snow which he pulled from a rough looking, sizeable bag he held in his right hand, adding to the already decently thick layer of snow. Why the fuсk he was doing this? Not even he knew. Gifts would probably fit better than snow, but who gives a shit. [/i]
"MERREH MOTHAFUСKIN' CHRISTMAS!"
[i]The Russian yelled rather loudly, throwing the bag off into some random direction without as much as a hint of a care. He then walked over to the Starbucks, his hands adjusting his hart, which covered half of his curly grey hair rather nicely. [/i]
"I'll take a hot chocolate pureleh cuz 'tis da season. Oh, 'nd marshmallows. Now, I'm gonna preemptiveleh shut ya up by sayin: who gives a fuсk if it's childish. A man hasta enjoy his drink in peace, no matta how childish."
[i]He said once at the Starbucks, ordering despite the fact that Starbucks is ass. He didn't have any other place to go for his caffeine - or hot chocolate - needs, after all. Soon enough, Jason was handed his drink, from which he immediately took a lil' sip. He groaned in approval, remaining in place. [/i]
[spoiler]Open. First post in a while; excuse meh if it sucks ass. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Bump because I'm lazy. [/spoiler]
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Leone, taking advice from a certain someone decided to go out and make some friends. Even if it meant leaving her alone for a few hours. He walked in, Silver hair tied up in a slightly shitty ponytail, he was wearing a black sweater, a dark green scarf around his neck, a brown overcoat, black gloves, a white dress pants and a belt and a pair of dress shoes. He came in the building in a slight coughing fit before it calmed down. The Stand user then walked up to the counter. "Coffee, with cream." He spoke, then shortly after he was handed his coffee and a few of those cream packets you usually get. Leone took a seat and opened the lid of his cup, opened a cream packet and poured it in, then he stirred it with a straw and closing the lid. Leone took a sip out of his coffee, green eyes looking around the building for no reason in particular.
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[i]Jason looked at Leone with curiousity visible in his eyes, though he remained quiet and in place. The Russian knew who Leone was, of course; he had watched the tournament, after all. He continued to watch in silence, occasionally sipping his drink, before making his way over to the Stando User. [/i] "Yo," [i]The old man said once he drew near, not quite immediately taking a seat yet as that would be rude. Not only did Jason know Leone, he also knew he had a Stand, since he saw it in use during the tournament. [/i] "I saw y've got.. how should I say it.. Mystical powers. Leone was it, right? Durin' da tourney. Nice fights, by da way. Saw 'em all."
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"Yeah...thanks. I quit in my fight against Olivia because I didn't feel like bickering. And my 'Mystical Powers' is a Stand. Don't confuse it with magic, please." He replied, taking another sip of his coffee. "Actually I'm sorry if that came off as sounding like a dick. I saw your fight as well against...what's his name, JT. I feel bad you loss though."
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"Ye. Tha' fight fuсkin' sucked 'nd ain' anyone tellin' meh othawise. Actualleh sorta embarrassed 'bout it, if I'm bein' truthful." [i]The old Russian went silent, taking a swig of his coco and letting it burn his throat on its way down. It burned like vodka or whiskey, but it was actually hot. He found it pleasant. [/i] "So, 'twas a Stand, eh? Well, pretteh recentleh, I guess I also got a Stand. I dunno fo' sure, though, in all honesteh. Haven' had da chance ta use 'em yet."
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 12/3/2016 10:21:32 AM"Wait...you're a Stand user as well?" Leone said, standing up now with his coffee. He was at a pathetic 175CM. Leone took another sip as he stared at 'St. Nicholas'. "Did you happen to be stabbed by an Arrow?" He asked, curiously. He wanted to know for sure, seeing how he had been searching for that object for a few years now. An object he wanted not out of greed, but protection. Of course he wasn't obsessed with it, it was more like a side thing for him really, just to get rid of an object that caused his Stand to manifest.
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[i]Jason stood at two meters, about a foot taller than the tiny Leone, so he had to look down. He sipped his drink some more as he slowly nodded, remembering the event in silence. [/i] "Suppose I am one, if ya call 'em Stands. 'Nd, yeah, I was. It hurt like a mothafuсka 'nd I thought I died, before I got right back up ta mah feet. 'Twas a strange day, tha's for certain. Soon afta tha', I leaned how ta use mah 'Stand'. Named it Gone Shootin' afta da song from AC/DC. Name fits, since 'tis a militareh Stand."
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"I see. My Stand is called Holy Diver, named after the Ronnie James Dio song... Because I was listening to RJD. Anyways, mine is more of a fighter really, that is...if it feels like fighting." Leone said, just starting to pop his joints for no reason before taking another sip of his coffee. "So...Santa Claus, you want me to show my Stand?"
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"If it feels like fightin'? Y'got yerself a stubborn lil' Stand, eh, pal? Heh, aight." [i]Jason took a sip of his own, unless he already finished his drink and I'm just retarded. But, either way. The Russian grinned, giving a nod in reaction to Leone's question. [/i] "Sure. Show meh yer Stand. I'll show ya mine as well, though it might jus' be a tad bit trickeh, as 'tis a swarm, realleh. Mah own miniature armeh."
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"It's only because it is more concerned of my protection, nothing more." He said as his Stand formed next to him. Holy Diver was a Humanoid with a powerful build and tall stature. It was clad in tall headgear, part of a mask occasionally resembling a Corinthian Helmet; and armor like plates on many large surfaces on its body, it also bears a heart motif on multiple parts of it body in including but not limited to, the top of its head, chin, shoulders, celiac plexus, belt and knees. Cables join the back of its head to its upper back. It also had pairs of short spikes protruding from its shoulders and ankles. It had multiple irides in its eyes with a ripple pattern. It was Purple and Black, the 'skin' being purple and the armor being black. "This is 「Holy Diver」. A Close Range and Powerful Stand. Capable of destroying even diamond hard objects in a mere few seconds."
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"Nice Stand. Sounds pretteh goddamn powaful. I dig it. Now, suppose fair's fair, eh?" [i]He smirked, grey-silver eyes glinting a little as he sipped more of his hot chocolate, the marshmallows having long since melted. In the meantime, the sounds of roaring engines, marching troops, and flying helicopters could be heard behind Jason, as if there was a small army approaching. He softly chuckled, moving over to Leone's left, and out of the way. Standing and flying there, was Jason's Stand. The front line existed out of 7 M1 Abrams tanks, with 120 miniature soldiers behind them, each in tight lines which fit perfectly behind the tanks. Flying a few feet above the patchwork soldiers and Green Berets, were 4 Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopters, each armed to the teeth with rockets and machine guns. The entire small army was scaled down to toy size.[/i] "Dis is Gone Shootin'. A decentleh long range and sumwha' powerful Stand."
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Cannon walks into the Starbucks with the empty sack, which had landed on his head, in hand. "You dropped this." He growled out tossing it at him.
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[i]Jason completely ignored the bag and the man, sipping his hot chocolate without a single care in the world. He couldn't care less about whose panties he got in a twist, because he was just a dick. [/i]
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[spoiler]'EY! I JUST INTRODUCED AH NEW RUSSIAN KARACTER, SO BACK THA F-CK OFF![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Uhm, I'm not introducing him? I've had this -blam!-er for a while so kindly go -blam!- yourself. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh.[/spoiler] [spoiler]K.[/spoiler]
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Snow walks in with the intent of buying some coffee, since she cant have chocolate. She goes over to the counter. "One latte please." she says. Once she gets her drink she sits at a table near Jason, sipping her drink.
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[b]A child flew over to him. He was levitating a few centimeters off the ground. He wore a dusky gi, matching long-sleeved shirt under it. He had midnight black skin, with the hair to match. He looked over at Jason, curious.[/b] "Mister, why are you dressed like Santa?"
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"Cuz 'tis Christmas season," [i]Jason responded, taking a second sip from his drink as his grey-silver eyes looked over at Celon. He instantly recognized the kid from the tournament. [/i] "Ey, y'fought in da tourney, right? Supah Saiyan shiet, eh? Dragon Ball Z crap. Watched tha' show back home. Good shiet, I tell ya."
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[b]Celon smiles. Someone actually watched the show about his dad's friends? He didn't know them at all, but Celin knew some of the major figures, Kakarot, Vegeta, and the like.[/b] "You watched that stuff? Cool! Hey, what did you think about Olivia and me's fight?"
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 12/2/2016 11:49:33 PM[i]Jason had last seen the show absolutely ages ago. More than nine years. A whole lot of time. He still remembered some parts, though. Definitely not everything.[/i] "Yee 'nd Olivia's fight.. Hmm. Well, 'twas impressive, tha's fo' sure. Still upset I lost in da first fuсkin' bracket ta tha' damned cowboy, though. Hmm, anehway, guess y'don' enjoy gettin' yer monkeh tail pulled."
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"Yeah. It hurts a lot. I can't move when people do it... But I heard if someone cuts it off I get more powerful! But I like my tail... Don't want to get rid of it..."
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"Cut off da tail 'nd y'll git more power, eh? Say, weird thin', but could ya teach me tha' Ki stuff? Y're a Saiyan, right? 'Nd e'rythin' can learn ta use it, right? Even automatons."
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"Do you mean the androids? They weren't robots, silly! They were cyborgs! And yeah, I can teach you! You just won't be able to do some really cool stuff!"
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"Tha's fine 'nd dandeh, realleh. Long as I'll be able ta do sum stuff. Wha' kinda thin's can ya teach meh, Celon? I assume onleh da basics, but tha's still cool."
