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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/31/2016 3:10:43 AM
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[u][i][b]Rage[/b][/i][/u]
*Sketch trudged through the snow-covered courtyards of the Dojo, his eyes a deep red color. He was wearing his slightly metallic duster with three strange looking grenades strapped to the front. He had on his silvery backpack with his SMLE MKIII strapped to it as well. At his hip was the sheathed blue steel sword that his wife, Leyla had made for him. It was clear he was looking for a fight. He stopped in the middle of a courtyard, turning in place and then suddenly screaming.*
"IIIIIIRIIIIINAAAAAA!!!"
*This was a challenge. He wasn't going to kill her, but he was going to humiliate her and make her pay for killing his step-father. People always spoke of how he was weak, how he wasn't fit to challenge her. He was determined to prove them wrong.*
[spoiler]For Orn, but others can reply if they want.[/spoiler]
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Ian stood behind Sketch, smirking. "You won't beat her, Sketch."
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*He turns around, staring at Ian.* "And why not?"
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"Because she is more powerful than you, Sketch. She has killed hundreds, if not thousands of people... Your stepfather included."
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"When has being underpowered stopped me in a fight? Hmm? People don't think I can [i]handle[/i] fighting anyone here anymore... That's because for the most part, I haven't had time to fight while all these new members joined. Don't judge a book by it's cover."
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"But sometimes that's the better thing to do." He pulls down the collar of his shirt to reveal two large bite marks.
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"Well in my case, it isn't. I'm very skilled with what I use and I have quite a few tricks up my sleeve."
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"Now, just what might you be wanting her for?" [i]The woman who spoke stepped into his line of sight. She was wearing some light jet-black combat armor and had an assault rifle strapped to her back, two Desert Eagles at her hips, two katanas sheathed on her back, and a couple knives. As for the woman herself, she had flaming red hair that barely reached her shoulders, emerald green eyes, and a long scar across her left cheek. She didn't look very happy at the moment.[/i]
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"She killed my step-father and tore his body apart to sell to people."
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"So, I take it you plan to kill her?... Well then there's gonna be a slight... Hmm... Problem."
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"I'm not going to kill her... I'm just going to try and punish her for all that she's done... Someone needs to."
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[spoiler]Then reply.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I was just about to... My phone was at 3% so I was replying to the things that took less thought.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]K...[/spoiler]
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"Well, as much as someone may think something needs to happen, that doesn't mean it should or that it will... And I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen."
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"Why are you going to stop me?"
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"Why wouldn't I? She's trying to redeem herself - somewhat anyways... And on top of that, I love her and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to her."
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"Do you know how many she's killed? Were you there when she murdered half of Dojoville?"
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"I know exactly what she's done."
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"You stood by as she tore apart my step-father and sold the pieces of his body?"
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"No. I know what she has done though. And guess what? I. Don't. Care."
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Ian shouted from about ten feet away. "OH! ROASTED!"
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Edited by Orn: 12/31/2016 4:10:36 AM[i]And into the courtyard, the Vileblood strolled.[/i] "Y'know, I've got to admit...This has yet to happen." [i]Irina spoke, with a soft chuckle as she came into Sketch's view. The six foot, three inch tall woman stopped herself when she was about ten or so meters away from the Sphirinian, as she merely looked up at him with cold, piercing light blue eyes - like gleaming daggers that had been sharpened for combat. She was not in her typical outfit, not Grant's New Californian Ranger Combat Armor or her signature outfit mimicking the lady huntress Maria - but instead, something different, yet it bore similarities to the latter of the two. Bearing a pure white fabric longcoat, the material shining and almost glowing, dark grey gloves and boots covered her hands and fingers, while her sleeves had been rolled up to reveal two shining, new cybernetic arms, made of trillions of EMP-hardened nanites, carbon fibre skin and created by the cowboy JT. She bore no tricorne hat this day - no hat in general, really - as her long silver-blonde hair was tied into a ponytail.[/i] [i]Attached to the Vileblood's waist was a 45-70 hunting revolver, loaded with six rounds, as Grant's semi-automatic 12-gauge shotgun was slung onto her back - the weapon she had slain Hovark with. Other than that - she had no other firearms. Resting within her hands was the blade and dagger combination of her Rakuyo, Irina's signature weapon, as the darksaber she had killed Bliss for rested within her white coat's pocket.[/i] "...I mean - nobody's actually called me out before out of revenge. I've been hunted down...but not this. Say, now that I'm looking at your lackluster amount of armor...you want to make this an actual duel? Melee only? It's much more fun that way. Plus...well, I just don't want a mess afterwards."
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[spoiler]Not true! Sandello once sort of called Irina out... that one time...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]When did she get the arms and the carbon fiber skin???[/spoiler] "My lack of armor has never stopped me from fighting someone before." *His own blood red eyes stared right back at hers, his pupils narrowed to tiny slits as his ears lay back, twitching at every noise.*
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[spoiler]JT. And that's not all, but the carbon fiber is only for arms, legs and torso.[/spoiler] "Oh. Alright then." [i]Chuckling, Irina twirled the two blades - the sharpened katana-styled sword and serrated dagger - before approaching Sketch, her expression suddenly changing to a serious, nearly soulless look. It was an odd look - but it wasn't one of evil intention.[/i]
