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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/1/2017 1:55:07 AM
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[spoiler]There ya go! Better already, bud! [/spoiler]
There is alot of yelling through the halls, and a number of troops run into the hallway that Cylus is standing In.
Luckily, they all turn a corner into a separate area of the castle, none of them having spotted Cylus
He can see that the area they had come from was dead ahead, looking like a spiral staircase
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/4/2017 3:15:11 PM[b][i]Now, it was personal[/i] [/b] [i]The bloodlust that so appropriately deemed Cylus the title of [b]The Demise[/b] began to come over him. Cylus tasted blood between his clenched teeth and he began seeing red. The degree of his abilities was drastically heightened and his Impulse was present once again. [/i] Cylus grappled to the nearest soldier and kneed him in the face hard enough to crush their visor, then beat them repeatedly despite his injured arm. As another tried to pull him off, he drove a blade into his abdomen and wrapped a grapple around the handle. He kicked the man into 2 other operatives, knocking them into the hole. He shot the grapple up at the ceiling and the man dangled there helplessly. Cylus pulled a pistol and began firing at the operatives and threw his remaining grenades at any cover they could get. Shouts, gunfire, and explosions rocked the castle. It wouldn't be pretty.
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And then, almost suddenly, a rubber shotgun bullet hit Cylus square in the chest, sending him back a few feet. Standing at the throne was the head pilot of the troops inside the room, holding a pistol to the head of a young woman on her knees in front of him The rest of the room was quickly flooded, with a strong 20 or so operatives around the room all aiming their weapons at Cylus "STOP KILLING!" The IMC pilot yelled, his finger on the trigger
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/4/2017 8:04:42 PM[i]"Ah you guys always spoil the [b]fun[/b]"[/i] Cylus grunts. "You want me to stop killing? You're the one with the gun to the girl's head, why don't you shoot me and drop me right here?" He chuckles and looks up at the pilot, slowly approaching. "You want to end the killing? Then do it. I've already died before, so why not try again?" Cylus stopped 10 paces from the pilot. His impulse was going faster then ever. He could see every particle of dust settling around him. He saw the grunts shifting uncomfortably. He saw the horror in the woman's eye. But this was all secondary to him, Cylus's focus was on the man before him. His plan was working. In most cases, it wasn't a good plan, but he was up for something new. It had to work.
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"Alright. Fire!" Two of the operatives from the sidelines began firing upon Cylus, their bullets flying towards him wildly
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/4/2017 9:31:53 PMAt the sound of the gunfire, Cylus's impulse brings time to a near halt. He pulls his second blade, the first still in one of the op's chest, and throws it towards the pilot. As soon as it leaves his hand, it too, slows to a midair crawl. As the stray bullets inch closer and closer, Cylus nonchalantly plucks them from midair, much to his own surprise. His ability had only gotten so far as catching a flying knife, but somehow his time at the dojo has increased his power. He gathers the bullets in one hand and feels the kinetic energy draining from them. [i]"I just did that."[/i] he says to himself in desbelief. The plan worked. He drew his assault rifle from his back and started firing. 1 to each of the 20 men, 2 for some in particular. When the deed was done, he closed his eyes and focused. Everything sped back up to real time. Cylus pulled it off.
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The Operatives around the room fell like dominoes, every single one of them falling down without milliseconds of each other. There Was a small squel from the woman on her knees, who was looking up at Cylus, terrified obviously
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Cylus puts his hands up as if he was yo surrender to the woman. He slowly removes his helmet as he approaches. "Don't worry ma'am, I'm here to get you out. We uh... Don't have much time though, so we'll have to hurry." he pauses to extend his hand. "The castle is on fire and we have to get out. [i]Now.[/i]" his tone friendly but firm to express the urgency of the situation.
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"Well done!" Marker's voice resonated through the throne room from behind Cylus
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Cylus whips around, looking for the source of Marker's voice. "So I passed? I gotta admit, it was a mess on my part." he chuckles.
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Marker was entering from the double doors that led into the throne room, across from a rather large gap in the ground "Yeah....I can see that. Definitely one of the more interesting routes."
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Cylus grins mischeviously. "Heh, I thought it was rather fun."
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Cylus grins mischeviously. "Heh, I thought it was rather fun."
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"Who said it wasn't? ANYWAYS. I'll see you outside this hellhole whenever you're ready." Marker's figure fizzled, than disappeared, leaving Cylus alone with the woman [spoiler]This is a choice, you can choose to leave, or you can choose to stay. You can only choose one of the two -Stick Around -Leave [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]-stick around[/spoiler]
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So reply, ya dingus
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[spoiler]ope[/spoiler] Cylus turns to the woman behind him. Even though it was a simulation, she must have had some significance. If not, he'd look around and take a closer look at the IMC soldiers. "So what's your name ma'am? Do you have any idea why they kidnapped you?" Cylus asks.
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"N-N-not rea-really, no....." The woman said, shaking in fear
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"Can you tell me who you are? Your name?" Cylus asks gently, careful not to press her too hard
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"My name is Rose...." The woman said, slowly calming down
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"Okay Rose, what is it that you do?" he asks.
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"I was... An account for the Militia.... Taking care of any cash flow that came in to support us...."
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"I see... What did they want you to do?" Cylus was trying to get insight on who the IMC was and how they operated.
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"They wanted information on our accounts, our leadership, and most importantly where the money was going...." She said, sitting up fully and brushing away her tears "They wanted to destroy whatever economy we had...."
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"Did they get anything?" he asks. "I presume the pilot that was holding you was in charge."
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"Of course they didn't get anything. After I didn't talk, they tried selling me off to the Militia."
