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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/2/2017 12:33:22 AM
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[spoiler]this is non-canon, I just want to see what people do[/spoiler]
[spoiler]don't go crazy, okay?[/spoiler]
Ian clutched his left side, blood dripping from his hand.
"Shit... Ow."
He had just reached the gates when he heard footsteps behind him. You're the person that made the sound.
((open, could be considered a simulation))
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Quincy grabbed him by the collar of whatever shirt he was wearing and threw him down on the ground, clearly ticked.
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Even in his weakened ability, he had caught Q's hand and broken it. "Listen, you incompetent f--k. I'm trying to change. And I apologize for murdering your friend. If I could make it up to you..."
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He screamed in pain upon having his hand broken. A sickening crunch followed by almost child-like crying. He stumbled back, clutching his hand, his eyes bloodshot from earlier crying. He tripped on that ever-present rock, not able to reach back and stop his fall, so he fell straight on his back. "Y-you c-could pr-pr-probably st-start by NOT breaking my b-body..." he said, shaky. He was pretty torn up about this, maybe torn up about something else? Not that Ian would know, but Q had spent fourteen long years trying to get somewhere safe, where he could finally rest. Instead, as he was learning recently, this was no place of rest. Sure, there were amazing things that happened to him here. Sure he had made friends, and that was part of his problem. For whatever reason his friends seemed to be on everyone's kill-list, and it was eating away at him. He already had to watch his world crumble when he was younger, but it happening again would probably push him over the edge.
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He turns away, gripping his side. "Ya know, maybe I should kill you too. You're always depressed anyways."
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"And why do you suppose that is? Huh?" he said, backing up against a rock. He sighed, pulling out a bandage from his satchel and wrapping it around his hand, just to keep it secure. He sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "It's not easy...h-having s-someone t-taken from you...me and Kari..we weren't the closest of fr-friends but I still cared about him..His parents were killed by hunters...his two youngest siblings and grandmother murdered by whoever the heck invaded..and now he's dead, because you wanted a trophy..."
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"Yeah, you're making me depressed." He started to walk towards Q.
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He just looked up at him sadly, maybe even with a little pity, not saying a word. [spoiler]No, you cannot kill him[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]its non-canon fam[/spoiler] He continued to walk towards him.
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[spoiler]Can we make it canon? And then Ian fails to kill him after trying?[/spoiler] He shuddered again, just watching.
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[spoiler]nein[/spoiler] He stood over him now, preparing to strike him down. "I'm sorry."
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"So am I..." he said, shifting and whipping out a P99, firing thee shots at Ian's chest.
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[spoiler]Am I fighting him?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]This is a test of what you would do.[/spoiler]
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"Just because we took out one tank doesn't mean that there aren't more coming. We need to get inside now." [b]Fortis flies over the gate and opens it from the other side.[/b]
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[spoiler]he's inside [/spoiler] "What? Tanks? What?"
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"Don't you remember? You were just casually walking along when a group of tanks showed up and started firing at you. We already took down one tank, but I have an orbital strike ready at my HQ."
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"What? No. Just a bar fight." [spoiler]unless you mean tanks as in bullet sponge enemies then I don't know[/spoiler]
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Gross. Non-Canon. [b]Tubbs walks away[/b]
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"[b]I am sorry. But I have elsewhere to be, and I do not wish for a long fight.[/b]" [i]He extended his left arm, a ball of white flame forming in front of his open palm. It elongated, and seemingly burned into existence first the hilt, then the pommel. At the same time, it traveled in the other direction, forming a cross-guard, and finally the blade of a massive great sword. The ancient blade was etched in runes, which lit up as the edges erupted in more of the white flames. He smiled sadly, his eyes blazing to life, leaving trails of fire as he approached his opponent. His left hand took up the blade, dropping to his side.[/i] "[b]Since you must die swiftly, I will show you an inkling of what I can truly do with this Fire. It will not be painless, but it will be over quickly.[/b]" [i] He lifted the blade up above the earth, then stabbed down in one quick motion. A sphere of white flame expanded from the point of impact, growing at the speed of light until it engulfed everything within five miles in all directions, forming a miniature star. However, this star was yet more curious, as it burned with the intensity of an entire Galaxy, somehow contained within the area of five miles. Within it, everything other than the blade, the man, and the man's clothing was atomized, the chemical bonds that held his opponents compound molecules together shattered. He let the star live for about a minute, then withdrew the flames once more into the blade, falling softly to the bottom of the half circle crater he now found surrounding him. He looked around, searching to see if any had survived.[/i]
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Ian had survived because that was the second time you've used this shit. "Boi."
