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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/12/2016 8:00:58 PM
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James was taken aback. This definitely wasn't what he had expected. Maybe some shady guy in an alley, not a full blown muscular psychopath. After staring for a moment, Wilson looking terrifying still, James finally managed to speak.
[u]"I've never had anything bigger than this pocket knife. That being said, this knife had killed a man."[/u] Although it hurt him to flaunt that fact like this, he had to scare people into not hurting him. [u]"I don't have much ability with a knife, but my time powers certainly help."[/u]He hated to flaunt that as well, but maybe he could get people to fear him.
[u]"I just want something big enough to where I don't have to stab them 3 times to even harm them"[/u]
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[i]Wilson stifled a laugh, and then lost it.[/i] "HOLY SH*T YOU MURDERED A DUDE WITH A F*CKIN' POCKET KNIFE? THAT'S F*CKIN' SICK!" "Alright, alright, real-talk... you need a real knife." [i]He unsheathed his [url=https://images.knifecenter.com/thumb/1500x1500/knifecenter/united/images/UCGH5026a.jpg]Bowie knife[/url] and showed it to James.[/i] "Good fighting knife, Bowies are big and pretty good at doing the job with one go. Usually, they're heavy, but they'll fit the hand well. You put that in and pull it out, the serrations are gonna leave a nasty wound, and the blade's big enough to defend against other blades. Thing is, you aren't gonna conceal that too well." [i]He sheathed it, and withdrew his [url=http://www.recoilweb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/SOG-SOGfari-Machete.jpg]machete[/url] from its sheathe on his back.[/i] "You really wanna kill someone with one go, here's how to f*ckin' do it. You can bash 'em, smash 'em, cut 'em, gut 'em, you name it. Not to mention, machetes just look pretty f*ckin' scary." [i]He sheathed it, and reached down to pull his [url=http://www.swordsdirect.com/rambo-movie-knife-part-3-signature-edition.jpg]combat knife[/url] from his leg sheathe, which was smaller than both the Bowie and the machete.[/i] "This is just your typical multipurpose combat knife. Good for anything you need it for, a little bit more concealable. If you're into the whole fixed blade thing, there's tons of variations of combat knifes, and if you're into folding blades, I have plenty of them too, all pretty much bigger than your toothpick." [i]Wilson remarked, twirling his own knife.[/i]
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[u]"Well, I don't really need to conceal my knife, I want it to be easily accessible and seen. I just want something to get the job done."[/u] James grabbed the bowie and tested its weight. He stabbed in and out very, very quickly. Faster than what was normally possible. He tried with the other hand, which had slightly weaker trusts and was slightly slower. [u]"I love it. I do want to try the machete though."[/u] James took the machete and did the same exercises. His right hand still being dominant, very strong, very fast with a slightly weaker and slower left hand. [u]Well I simply can't decide. You know what? -Blam- it. Let's have a -blam-ing party. Both of them. Bowie and machete."[/u]
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"I'll go see what I have in the chopper, probably have some stuff similar to what I'm carrying." [i]Wilson turned and headed back into the Vertibird, returning a few minutes with a Bowie that was a bit different from his own, and an older, more traditional-looking machete.[/i] "Hundred bucks, kid." [i]He said, extending a hand, clearly expecting some money. [/i]
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[b]James reached into his pockets, reaching for money. He had 203 dollars in all, most gathered after he killed Zachary Harken.[/b] [u]"Luckily I looted that guy he killed, he had like 150 dollars on him. Here ya go."[/u] James handed Wilson the money and beamed. [i]Make him think I'm a psychopath. That way he, along with most others, will leave me alone[/i]
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[i]While Wilson said nothing and took the money, he could clearly see the bluff, and could tell that the kid wasn't nuts. Hell, he was nuts, he knew what crazy looked like. The kid was just probably trying to fit in. Whatever. Wilson handed over the machete and the knife, and trudged back into his Vertibird to continue doing whatever it was that he had been doing. Watcher remained, leaning up against one of the canopy supports.[/i] "You're not gonna fool him into thinking you're crazy. He's a sociopath. He knows what crazy looks like. Plus, you're a bad actor." [i]He laughed a little with his last line.[/i]
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[u]"Well, trying is better than nothing. I've already had a few mark me as crazy, too far gone. Even I think I'm a bit crazy." [/u]James' voice fell off as he finished that last line. Watcher and James continued to stand there for a moment, completely silent. [u]"Well, where to know?"[/u] James asked, eager to do something with his knew toys.
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"Where do you want to go? I mean, there's tons of stuff around here to go and see, people to meet..." [i]He shrugged, indifferent to whatever James wanted to do.[/i]
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"I'm the new one, I have no idea where anything is or where anyone is. You know infinitely better than me. It's up to you." James looked embarrassed for being so indecisive, so he looked down instead.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/13/2016 3:00:00 AM"Look dude, I spent like a day in the medical center after I robbed that guy," [i]he said, gesturing to the Vertibird,[/i] "and then I ended up getting kidnapped by a CIA merc, so I really haven't been around as much as you think. There's only so much you see under a blindfold..." [i]Watcher stood from leaning, and lifted a rock from the ground with his telekinetic gauntlet, simply playing around with it.[/i]
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[u]"Damn dude, I didn't know. I came here and an hour later I had killed a guy. We've both had it pretty rough honestly. I think yours has been worse but I've only been here for like, three hours. This place is insane. I love it.[/u] James grabbed his Bowie from his belt and tossed it up. He caught it and repeated. In an attempt to add some variety, he threw it up about 20 feet, slowed time, ran in circles around it, and caught it. Vertigo struck. [u]"Note to self, let's not do that again."[/u] James sat down on the floor, not even caring anymore. [u]"You haven't told me your real name yet. I'm curious."[/u] Deep down, James had always been a joking person, but deeper down he cared about everyone, maybe too much. He liked to make everyone happy, keep the mood light. [u]"I may just stay here, I suppose."[/u] Originally, James planned on leaving as soon as he killed Zachary. His mind changed, unless nothing cool comes up any time soon.
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"Well, I guess I could take you to meet Rose. She's pretty chill." [i]Dodging questions yet again, but why? What was wrong with Watcher? Clearly he had to have heard James ask them, and surely there was a reason for the odd behavior.[/i]
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[u]"More young people? Hell yeah!"[/u] [i]My question was dodged. Not one to trust easily I see. I guess I'll just wait for a while to ask again.[/i] [u]"Alright, whenever you want to go."[/u]
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"Well, she's like, twenty-something, but yeah, I guess she's young. The only oldish guy I know is Nick Clarkson, dude goes by the name Crow. Spooky guy." [i]He replied, turning and walking out of the courtyard and down another street which was a little bit less busy than the ones from before.[/i] "Might run into Wolfe too. Haven't seen him for a while, but I'm guessing he might be around there if he isn't at his place or the Vertibird."
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[u]"This place is so confusing. Good thing I like confusing. I want to meet these people though, I haven't met very many."[/u] James didn't know if he could trust many people, he was almost sure he could trust Watcher. Watcher didn't trust him though. He'd have to change that.
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"It ain't so bad once you hang around for a little bit. I don't think I've met too many people that have tried to kill me except Wilson." [i]He said, walking down the street and heading for a small two-story building between a small deli/store and a bookstore. A new sign had been put up on the front, a large white square with a red cross in the center of it, clearly denoting it as a doctor's office. It looked just like any other small urban two-storey on the outside, well-maintained and thin, but inviting and homey. Watcher headed up to the door and walked in, a bell chiming as he did so. [/i]
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James looked around, seeing an actual house and a doctors office, something he'd never seen before. [u]"So this is what a real house looks like... It's amazing. I wish I could've had one."[/u] James looked around in envy, seeing mysterious things entirely new to him. "Thank you Watcher, thank you..." James looked down again, it was easy to tell he was lost in thought.
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"This place has been the first real home I've had in six years." [i]He said, entering. Two individuals were speaking in the room before them, both pausing in the midst of their conversation to see who had entered. A woman leaned up against the countertop that separated the waiting room and the office. She was short, wearing combat pants, boots, and a regular t-shirt. Her pale blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and she looked almost surprised to see the two boys. The man before her looked extremely imposing in his full suit of armor. The exosuit he wore was painted matte black, with scratches and scrapes all across it, along with a few bullet ricochet marks. On his left leg, a large Bowie knife sat in its sheath. At his waist, a leather gunbelt, and at each of his hips, a .44 magnum, Smith and Wesson Model 629 Stealth Hunters. Magnum shells lined the gunbelt as well. Across his chest, a bandolier, with numerous tactical pouches used to store various items for any situation. His cloak was back, exposing both his shoulders and his helmet. On his left pauldron, a kukri was situated in its sheath, and on his right, five .50BMG rounds sat in a sidesaddle. The tip of his blade's hilt could be seen over his right shoulder, the stock of his Barrett M107A1 over his right. However, what stood out the most was the mask he wore. It fully covered his face and head, and the lenses of the eyes glowed an eerie blue. Like the armor, it was painted entirely black, save for three jagged white slashes across the right side, painted bright white. He turned and looked towards the two, and spoke, voice metallic and calm. [/i] "Hey Miles. Who's your friend?" [i]Watcher stopped in his tracks, and stared back up at the man, and then looked over to the woman, clearly not happy.[/i] "I thought that was between you and I." "Look, it was an accident..." [i]She said, clearly sincere. [/i] [i]He sighed, and walked past them, briskly, and headed upstairs. The armored man looked to Rose. [/i] "I'm guessing that he probably wasn't keen on me knowing that..." "Oui, Monsieur." [i]She replied. The accent and language gave her away as French.[/i]
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[u]"Well then... I'm James, cool people call me Stinger. I met Watcher a while ago, he was holding true to his name. We went out and I bought these two weapons[/u] James patted the knife on his belt and the machete on his back. [u]He led me here and... here we are[/u]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/14/2016 12:54:15 AM"Can't say I've seen you around here before." [i]Replied the armored man. Rose was silent. [/i] "I'm guessing since you just bought the knife and the machete, you've probably met Wilson..." [i]Wolfe said, breaking the awkward silence.[/i]
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[u]"You probably haven't seen me around because I just came in like 3 hours ago. And yes, sadly I had to meet Wilson. He's -blam-ing insane. The only person here that I'm actually scared of."[/u] James looked around the building a bit. He was kind of just taking it all in, I mean, it was a house. Something he had never really had. He finally had a chance to see what he was missing.
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"Good news for you. He won't kill kids. It's his only rule, at least the only one we know of. Like the house, huh?" [i]He asked, noticing quickly that James was enthralled by the house around him.[/i]
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[u]Thank God for that. I heard he did something to Watcher, but I was never told exactly what.[/u] James looked around, until he realized that Wolfe had asked a second question. [u]"Oh yeah, it's awesome. This is kinda a touchy subject, but here goes. When I was a baby, my parents were murdered. My mother barely had time to hide me. I spent the next 14 years on the streets. I've never really had a house or even been in one. I came to avenge my parents, I planned on leaving afterwards. I decided to stay."[/u] James looked down now.
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[i]Wolfe was silent. Rose spoke after a moment breaking the tense atmosphere.[/i] "Monsieur Wilson left Watcher seriously bruised and with a mild concussion. Had he not been in his armor, he would have been killed." [i]Her voice was quiet, almost mouselike. [/i] [i]After another moment Wolfe spoke.[/i] "That's an ugly road to follow, kid." [i]There was a clear coldness to his voice now, much different from the calm and at least polite tone he had used earlier.[/i]
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[u]"How do you mean, ugly road?"[/u] James was visibly confused, he was also worried, considering Wolfe dropped the friendly attitude and tone.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/14/2016 3:36:26 AM"Trust me. You'll think it's going to stop all the hurt, you'll think it's going to get you what you want, and you'll get it, you'll get that feeling of victory, and then it's gone. Then you realize that no matter what you do, you'll never get your loved ones back. You'll never unsee their deaths. You learn that nothing you do will ever change your past, nothing you do will ever take away the pain." [i]He said. Rose looked up at him, a sadness in her eyes. Walking past James, Wolfe headed out the door, disappearing into the streets.[/i]
