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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/8/2017 2:53:40 PM
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[spoiler]For effect, read this in Morgan Freeman's voice.[/spoiler]
A dark presence could be felt. The people of the Dojo seemed to recognize it, like it had been here before. And it had, and this was its third time arriving at the Dojo since he was nearly killed by its members. But he was not here to make peace, no. He was here for revenge. And revenge, as they say, is a dish best served cold. The presence grew as the minutes passed, then it seemed as if it were on top of the Dojo. And there stood Korsis Valaheem, Dark Lord of the Sith.
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[quote][spoiler]For effect, read this in Morgan Freeman's voice.[/spoiler][/quote]
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I stand on the wall, a blank stare on my face. The small part of humanity left within me clamored for mercy. But.......the other part, the beaten, tortured, shot, maimed, and damaged part wanted nothing more than to ground you to a pulp. I was only wearing a blue windbreaker and white T-shirt with blue jeans, but no shoes, showing my large paws instead. my ears lift up very slightly from a breeze, the long and floppiness of them making them like this. I snarl at the thing in front of me, my fangs gleaming in the light. "Leave. Now." ((I'm Rping as Alpha in first person))
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"Oh. It's you." He reaches out with his right hand and unleashes a torrent of lightning.
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I simply rolled to the side, and pulled one of my pistols. I fire at your head as I get up, six shots. My vision is clouded with anger and pain as I remember what Ian did, and why his friends deserve no mercy...
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He grins devilishly as he steps to the side. "You what Ian did was my fault? You think [i]I[/i] should die?" He pulls out a lightsaber with his right hand, unleashing another torrent of lightning from his left. "That's where you're wrong."
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I sigh and pull my saber, using it too......absorb the lightning? The blade glowed a sickly green and I tilt my head. A quiet voice was urging me on, [i]kill, or be killed![/i] I dash off the wall and towards you, as fast as I can, my mouth twisting into a manic grin as my eyes glint red.
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Korsis sighs as he grabs another saber. "What a shame..."
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I slash at korsis, and do a leaping roundhouse to his head
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[spoiler]Down here, it's kill or BE killed![/spoiler] Korsis swings at his legs, dodging the strike.
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[b]Fortis went out to confront him.[/b] "I suggest you leave now. I am in a bad mood. And when I am in a bad mood, I don't show mercy."
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[spoiler]y tho[/spoiler] "No." He steps forward, but does not unsheathe his blades.
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[spoiler]Because y not.[/spoiler] [b]Fortis pulls out his rifle and unloads on him.[/b]
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As this stupid f-ck pulls out the rifle, a storm of lightning erupts from Korsis' fingertips, pulling the gun away from him.
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[spoiler]1. TRIGGERED 2. Fortis's gun is attached to his hand. 3. Electrical energy doesn't really harm Fortis much.[/spoiler] [b]Fortis uses his wings to pull against whatever force is trying to rip off his gun.[/b]
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[spoiler]but blunt force does[/spoiler] With his other hand, Korsis pushes Fortis back onto the ground, because Force energy.
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[b]Tubbs is just chilling on a bench asleep[/b]
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Tubbs starts to dream of Filthy Frank. Pink Guy appears before him. "ey b0ss"
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What the... [spoiler]we bout to RP in a trippy dream?[/spoiler]
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"b0ss pls... i habe da cancer b0ss"
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Good.
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"F--k you b0ss" He wakes up.
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Weird... [spoiler]end[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler]
