{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/2/2016 9:00:58 PM
1
Fortunately, by the power of a tiny lack of detail, the man was on the other side of the Dojo.
(this IS within Dojo boundaries. Whoever it is just killed a civvie on dojo grounds.)
English
-
[spoiler]Oh don't puss out he's not going to kill you[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]Kk.[/spoiler] Ok..i take it back. By the magic power of writing, he is now somewhere near Snow.
-
[i]Paying no attention to the individual putting up decorations, he continued to tear down what was there, taking what he wanted for himself and decorating his armor.[/i]
-
Snow looked toward him, rather disappointed. "Hey! If you want some decorations, you could've just asked!" she shouts toward him. Not in an angry way, more of a "attention! you should listen!" voice.
-
[i]The armored titan looked up, clearly not caring about her complaint.[/i] I think I'm good now, thanks! [i]He replied, almost mocking her with his friendly tone.[/i]
-
She shrugged. "If you say so." She starts walking to the Starbucks.
-
[i]As she walked away, he called out to her.[/i] You're one of them animal things?! God d*mn how many of you f*cks are there?!
-
She laughed. "Way less than you think!" she replied.
-
Still probably too many... [i]He said, more quietly. Finishing with his wrecking of the Christmas supplies to adorn himself, he now seemed interested in just whatever the hell this animal-person thing was.[/i]
-
She turns to look at him. "What?" she asked, confused.
-
Tryin' to figure out what the f*ck you're supposed to be. About all I'm gettin' is mutie. [i]He said, observing her.[/i]
-
She stood at a seemingly short-ish height of 4'7", her features looked quite natural despite the fact she didn't happen naturally. "Its not something i like talking about.." she said quietly-ish, folding her arms, looking to the right shyly.
-
Well, compared to the other muties, at least you can talk half-decent English... [i]He replied. Standing in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor, Alex Wilson was quite an intimidating figure. His M2HB heavy machine gun sat atop his right shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his left. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of .50BMG ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. He towered over her at near seven feet tall. [/i]
-
"Well, im not necessarily mutated."
-
You're a f*ckin' overgrown coyote that's talking to me. Sounds like a mutie to me.... [i]He replied.[/i]
-
She sighs, frustrated. "Fine, call me what you want. I need to be somewhere else anyway..." She walked away, sounding rather hurt.
-
Yeah, mounted on someone's wall... Damn pests. [i]He said, heading on his way.[/i]
-
She sighed stressfully, entering the nearby starbucks. (end or naw?)
-
-
((ooh, nice emphasis.))
