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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Cthulhu The God:
2/17/2017 12:44:00 AM
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[spoiler]This is for my test thingy, I guess.[/spoiler]
[i]Emma finishes cleaning her large Kraber and starts to place the weapon back together while humming a simple tune. Her titan, Northstar watches from the corner of the room as she places the last few parts together.[/i]
"Off I go, I guess. Off to a whole new world."
[i]She slings the sniper over her shoulder and makes sure her Wingman is loaded before exiting the small hideout she had made in the nearby mountains of the Dojo.[/i]
[b]~~~~A few hours later~~~~[/b]
[i]Emma arrives at the Dojo gates and cracks her neck to each side with her sidearm in one hand by her hip.[/i]
"I'm here for a test?!"
[i]She calls over the large walls.[/i]
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wat I just got here three days ago.
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*instead of the doors opening she is greeted with a tap on the shoulder from behind.* A test? I've been really wanting to do one again, haven't done it in a while.
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[i]Emma slowly turns around with a smile underneath her helmet and speaks with a friendly tone.[/i] "Alright, so how does this test work exactly? Are there rules of any kind?"
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*The man behind her seems rather intriguing. He is around five foot ten, and rather thin. He wears a tight fitting black long sleeve metallic shirt and pants, a mask covering his face, only revealing his nose and his blazing crimson eyes. A crimson belt rests on his shoulder.* Well, just a couple. No "god modding" and I'd REALLY not like to die again, that was a time I don't want to relive.
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"God modding? Also, it's probably best we didn't make this to the death. I can agree with that." [i]She looks over her Wingman really fast before looking back up at the man before her.[/i] "When do we start?"
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Right, no death sounds good. And my name is Mortar, just to clarify. *He takes a few steps back, forming a ball made of iron right next to him* I'll give you the first move.
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[i]Emma shrugs and points her gun at Mortar's center of mass.[/i] "Okay." [i]She fires two rounds at his chest.[/i]
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*The iron ball instantly went to block the bullets, and got there fast enough to make them ricochet off the side and avert their target. It instantly then flies towards her, trying to ram her*
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[i]Em surprisingly charges the ball and jumps over it quickly and, with the help of her thrusters, aims a kick at her opponent's chest.[/i]
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*He gets kicked but rolls back, jumping back upright and charging at her, aiming his sword at her dominant arm*
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[i]Emm swiftly draws her knife with her left hand to block while back peddling and shooting the Wingman in her right hand at his chest.[/i]
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*He took the shot, and backed up, pulling the bullet out.* Hmm... Not a bad shot... That concerns me. Pardon me, I'll be right back. *He takes out a metal rod and opens a portal next to him, which he quickly disappears through
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[i]Emma stares in confusion for a second before reloading her sidearm and taking a breather.[/i] "Wonder what's that about...."
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*He jumps back through, clad in a strange black armor. The helmet resembled a xenomorph face, however it had a crimson visor to see through. The armor seemed to be made of sturdy black plates, with a strong grey chainmail in between, so fine it seems difficult to penetrate.* That's a little more fair.
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[i]Emma shrugs and raises her pistol slowly.[/i] "It's probably smart to wear armor when facing someone with a gun." [i]She fires a single shot at the man's alien helmet.[/i]
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*He jumps to the side, not hitting his visor but somewhat close. He charges as his sword becomes a spear in his hand. He throws the spear, rolling to avoid any shots she may fire before the spear strikes*
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[i]Luckily her armor and reflexes stop the spear from harming her as she moves to the side and it glances her chest. Em holsters her pistol and pulls out her EPG.[/i] "Spear? What time period are you from?"
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[i]Emma slowly turns around with a smile underneath her helmet and speaks with a friendly tone.[/i] "Alright, so how does this test work exactly? Are there rules of any kind?"
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[spoiler]Now we can do it [/spoiler] [b]The gates creaked open, and inside stood the man known ad Jack Cooper [/b]
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[i]Emma smiles under her helmet before breaking out in a bit of laughter. She walks towards Jack while shaking her head.[/i] "A-Are you Jack Cooper? The little rifleman who could?"
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"Could? That's a rather fine way of explaining it. Yes, I am he. And he is I." [b]He extended a hand to shake [/b] "Pleasure to meet you. What's your name?"
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[i]She shakes his hand with a strong grip before quickly taking her hand back.[/i] "I'm Emma Gretzky. I've honestly only been a pilot a little longer than you have."
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"So was Captain Latin. That's what I used to call him..." [b]He sighed, looking down for a moment [/b] [b]He looked back up, smiling underneath his helmet [/b] "So what brings you to the Dojo?"
