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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2016 2:15:22 AM
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[b][u]Another New Arrival[/u][/b]
[i]Just like every other day of the week, new people were arriving at the famous Dojo. Most of them were the usual wannabe badasses that were no better than any of the other wannabe badasses. However, there was one person that was somewhat noteworthy. A scarlet-haired woman with some badass looking armor and more than a few weapons, all of which were more than enough to make people take a second look. However, she didn't seem[/i] too [i]interested in causing trouble (which was lucky for more than a few people). Instead, she headed to one of the courtyards. A sparring match was going on currently, so she decided to step in. And by step in, I mean grabbing them both by their heads and flinging them into a concrete wall. A few combatants would step in here and their, but none lasted for more than a couple minutes. She was getting bored to be quite honest.[/i]
[spoiler]Open. If you wanna fight, tell me if you'd rather have her at her full strength with all her shit or dumbed down a little because she's pretty goddamn OP compared to most[/spoiler]
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[i]And soon, a lonesome man walked before the new woman, with a grey set of clouds swiftly rolling into the Dojo's grounds and allowing a gentle breeze to nibble at the exposed skin on either figure. Only this man that approached, he was most certainly a formidable foe. Whereas the new people to the Dojo were either ill experienced or altogether not too powerful, this man was a vector of skill and experience, just waiting to be unleashed. Nothing could be seen past his duster in terms of clothing, that and the hat, both of which shared the same dirt brown shade but with the jacket having golden seams and shoulder covers whilst the hat maintained a grey metal rim. He openly carried arms on him, including two revolvers, a bolt action rifle on his back beside a heavily modded SCAR-L assault rifle, and a set of jagged twin blades, one swathed in flame with the other engulfed in poisonous shadows. "Well ma'am, you certainly seem like a decent foe," Admitted the cowboy as he buttoned up his duster, concealing a strange looking suit of armour on his chest and the emerald green jumpsuit that rested beneath it. "How about a spar?" [/i]
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"Why not?" [i]She turns her back to him and makes a few steps in the opposite direction of him. Then, in a blur of motion, she pulls out her RailJack and sends a round aimed directly at his torso.[/i] [spoiler]Make sure to read up on her weapons and shit. I have the numbers as far as how fast the billets travel and shit[/spoiler]
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[i]By the time that she had spun and drawn her gun, JT's superior draw mastery had forced his hand to be directly pointing at her armaments. With a pull if the trigger he fired in the barrel of her gun, rendering it obsolete. [/i] [spoiler]Oh hell no. If I'm nerfed, so are you pal. Lose the shit 'fore I bring in all my stuff. [/spoiler]
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[i]She examines her gun for a second, before chucking it aside and pulling out her Dark Plasma Rifle. She starts firing it (albeit slowly since it was semi automatic) towards the cowboy.[/i] [spoiler]*sigh* fine[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Alright, I'll give you a choice. Half-Power JT: One body, some nanites, balanced firearms and melee gear, all augs with restrictions. Full-Power JT: Armour/Nanocyte/One body, all weapons/melee gear, artillery fire, all augs without restrictions. Half-Power Treyman: Base Genesis augmentations, some firearms, no AntiMatter. Full-Power Treyman: All Genesis augmentations, all firearms, AntiMatter, Avatar of Mana, Husks, Astartes Scout armour, Mini-Bolter. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I really don't feel like getting shelled to death, so let's go half power JT[/spoiler]
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Edited by Royal Blade: 12/10/2016 5:50:43 PM[spoiler]That was legitimately the most douche bag, assholey and just straight up the rudest way I've ever seen someone come into the dojo. That was fúcking terrible dude [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]eh, so what[/spoiler]
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Dear god, woman, can't newbies ever find their place? *The man that calls to her stands behind her, about six feet back. He is thin, just reaching 5'10". He appears to be your normal scrawny guy, except that his skin is too pale, and his eyes are a blazing crimson. He wears a skin tight black armor-clothing-thing, and a black mask revealing only his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He appears to be unarmed, except that when he puts his right hand to the back of his neck, it begins to form a green smoke. From the smoke is a four and a half foot long dark blue katana broadsword mix. When fully formed, it ignites in ominous emerald green flames. He holds it in front of him, ready for the fight* Been here a year, and I wanna see what this "New generation" has in stock. [spoiler]Throw everything ya got[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Aight. Make sure to read up on her bio so that you know what she can do. I put how fast the bullets from her weapons travel and all that[/spoiler] "Suit yourself." [i]She spins around on her heel and pulls out a weapon that looks like a railgun. She fires it, aiming directly for his torso.[/i]
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*When she turns around he is not there. Rather, he forms behind her, kicking her in the small of her back and slashing at her arm. He then jumps back, forming an iron ball the size of a basketball, ready to use it*
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[i]When he arrives behind her, she elbows him in the stomach, spins around, and slashes at his legs with her sword.[/i]
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*He jumps back and recoils from the elbow, but with his blade rather low, he parries the slash at his legs. He begins to grow the ball, until it is ready to throw, which it does hurl at her*
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[b]Garin Fohrik, renowned bounty hunter, stood watching the woman fight.[/b] Impressive.
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Edited by New Years HK: 12/10/2016 4:44:19 AM"Oh this?..." [i]Someone charged her from her side - out of her field of view for that matter - but she just held a fist out not even a millisecond before he slammed face-first into it.[/i] "...This is nothing."
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Sure. [b]He stuck out his hand, smiling.[/b] Garin Fohrik.
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"Nice to meet you." [i]She shakes his hand.[/i] "Call me Scarlet."
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A pleasure to meet you, Scarlet. So. Are you here visiting, or are planning on staying?
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"Right now I plan on staying. We'll see how long it lasts, but as long as I don't get a mob of drunk and angry augmented Russians after me, I think I'll be good."
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[spoiler]boi[/spoiler] [spoiler]thats the start of one of my plots[/spoiler] Heh. That would be funny.
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"Sure it would be. That is until they all get their cyborg arms and beat you to a pulp. This armor is strong - really strong - but even it couldn't take that." [spoiler]Lmao. Didn't know that[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Go ahead and tone her down a bit[/spoiler] A man in a black wife beater and baggy GI pants observers the woman, chuckling. His left arm appears to be a silver and black Prosthetic, and a giant sword, easily the size of him was sheathed in his back.
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OH SHIT
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What?
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YOU KNOW WHAT THE NOOB IS ABOUT TO BE REKT I WOULD KNOW I HAVE FIRST HAND EXPERIENCE
