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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/1/2017 1:37:21 AM
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"G-Gah!"
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[i]"SIMULATION: END[/i]
[i]VICTOR: IRINA"[/i]
[i]The digitalized body of Irina fell to the cold, simulated flooring, gurgling dark, corrupted blood before fading into nothingness, as the simulation of the actual Irina merely chuckled and turned from the dying version of herself.[/i]
[i]It had been...such a long time since she had gotten into a genuine fight. Not against mercenaries or assassins and whatnot - but fights against the warriors of the Dojo, as she hadn't gone against them in quite a while. She brandished her separated Rakuyo blades - one about twenty-four inches long, the blade sharpened to look like a katana, the other being ten inches long and a serrated dagger. She bore no other weapons, other than...a hidden one, within her coat. [/i]
[i]She was...getting bored. The simulation itself was blank, the concrete flooring's stone perfectly place, until a portal opened - as another being entered..[/i]
((Open - you're the one heading in.
Short post. But I need some combat, preferably melee. You come with guns, then I'll draw guns.))
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[i]Nothing again. Blood covered the stone steps of the castle, dripping through the cracks of rock as he progressed forwards. Perhaps, she was already gone?[/i]
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[b]He continued to walk forward, mentally testing the complexity of the simulation's matrix and primary control systems[/b] "Your enjoying this, aren't you?"
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[i]No response once more. The system was exit-able, yet...it was highly detailed. There was another being within the simulation, although they seemed...different?[/i]
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[b]He continued walking, determining a path through the system that would result in the simulations end[/b] "Enough games. Either come out and face me, or I'll end this here and now." [b]He drew out his sword[/b]
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[b]He then proceeded to slit his own throat[/b] [spoiler]End. Need to free up that character.[/spoiler]
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[b][i]A man walked in, helmet on his head. His age couldn't be told, but he had a set of swords in his hands. He looked like a witch hunter of some sorts, though more modernized.[/i][/b] "Damn. Whatever tech this place has, the Alberta HQ could sure as hell use." [b][i]He says as he looks around, before eyeing his opponent [/i][/b]
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"Simulated training rooms. Trust me, I was...just as confused when I first came into one. But they're good for training and combat without a permanent effect." [i]Irina mentioned, looking upon the man. She tilted her head, surveying the pieces of gear that he had decided to bear and nodding in some amount of approval.[/i] "I trust that you're...not here on accident, are you?"
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"Nope. Figured I should have some new skills to bring back once I find a way off this place. I've still got a job to do." [b][i]He says, looking at her as he activates his eye, seeing if she's a magic user[/i][/b]
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[i]The man couldn't really pick up anything magical upon the woman. Any abilities that came from her were either biological or augmented, really.[/i] "Sounds good to me. Melee, I suppose?"
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"That's what I had planned. We welcoming any abilities or no?" [b][i]He says, spinning his swords on his hands[/i][/b]
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"Eh...I heavily doubt that you'd want me to run around at incomprehensible speeds.." [i]Irina mentioned, while she didn't bother saying anything about blood manipulation. He probably wouldn't have enjoyed knowing that she had such an ability.[/i]
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"My job is to kill nearly god like beings. Enhanced speed isn't odd for me." [b][i]He says laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "but if you say no abilities, who am I to argue." [b][i]He says, taking a stance, both swords punt in front of him, points facing up and blades facing her[/i][/b]
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"I know a guy who you could deal with, then. But let's finish this up first." [i]Irina then politely bowed, nodding her head.[/i] "...May I get a name real quickly? Just for personal reasons."
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"Dean DeCorbin, A.M.S.U. Alberta division." [b][i]He says, giving name and what seems to be a title[/i][/b] "And yourself?"
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"Irina Scarlette Elizia. New Californian Republic Ranger, swordswoman and Dojo member. ...Shall we begin?"
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"I'm just waiting on you." [b][i]He says laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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"Oh. Ah, right-" [i]Irina said, embarrassed. Sighing, she assumed position: placing her right foot in front, her left foot behind, and beginning to take steps towards her foe.[/i]
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[b][i]He doesn't step forward, but begins circling, checking out what weapons she's armed with. He had two Saxe, chopping swords that looked like they could do some serious damage[/i][/b]
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[i]Irina was armed with a saber-like blade; intended for cleaving through flesh and outfitted with a hilt for parrying, while she also had a dagger intended for stabs.[/i] [i]She suddenly lunged, before feinting a slash to check his reaction to it.[/i]
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[b][i]He steeped back and to the left, bringing one blade across for a slash at her side with the other ready to block[/i][/b]
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[i]Immediately, she raised up her sword and locked her opponent's blade, quickly ramming her dagger into his hand before leaping back, ripping the blade free.[/i]
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[b][i]He partied the dagger with his blade, knocking it to the side before he stepped back as well, circling still, with both blades out at low guards to his sides, as if he was leaving his body open...[/i][/b]
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"Nice moves." The voice was masculine, but sounded young. A boy about 19 or so walked into the arena, he wore a camouflaged shirt, grey pants, and a green hat.
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"Mm. Could be better. Much, much better." [i]The woman muttered, beginning to clean off the bloodied blades as her eyes looked up at the male who had entered.[/i] "...Mm. Military? Quite young for military though."
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"Nope, not military. And I'm a bit older than I look." He grinned, his brown eyes twinkling. Something about him was off. "Need a sparring partner?"
