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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/20/2017 9:57:58 PM
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*She suddenly hurtles downward, multiple bullets passing through her before his head suddenly finds itself supporting her somehow 1.5 thousand pound body.*
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[i]Alice didn't exactly find herself upon Ripgar's head.[/i] [i]About when she was two feet away, she felt a conduct of electricity flow through her body, shocking her and throwing her back. Ripgar cackled as his Kustom Force Field was revealed, circling Alice casually.[/i]
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*She stands up, the trench coat smoking slightly.* "Is this unit not allowed to retaliate?"
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[b]"Ya juzt a stoopid mongrel, iz all. Now DIE!"[/b] [i]Ripgar raised his machine gun once more as he continued to unload more dakka (Ork term for firepower) onto Alice, already formulating a genius Ork plan within his mind. He was a Big Mek, after all.[/i]
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*She is surrounded by a red aura again and seemingly falls into the ground, leaving behind a hole.*
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[b]"AGH, DIS SUM WARP CRAP 'ERE. Stupid Necron boyz.."[/b] [i]Ripgar sighed, before eventually turning to the cardboard box.[/i] [b]"...Whas dis? Sum sorta-[/b] [b]EY, THAS 'ERE THA NECRON GIT CAME FROM."[/b] [i]He roared with a ferocity that he had rarely shown before, propping up his machine gun once again.[/i] [b]"'OEVER'S IN DER GOTZ FIVE LOTZ TA GIT OUT 'N FACE MEH."[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/20/2017 10:28:49 PM*The door slowly opens and standing inside is a five foot tall cat/wolf creature. He's wearing a slightly metallic duster but does not have anything else. His face is mostly covered in blue and black markings and between his ears is a light blue tuft of fur. He looks up, seeming unamused as he purses his lips, which were surrounded with greying fur.* 'I hope I won't have to rebuild my daughter ten minutes after sending her into the world for the first time..."
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[b]"YA WUN'T BE REBULDIN' ANYTHANG ONCE I'M DUN WIT THA NECRON.[/b] [b][i]E'll tell ya sumthin', ya rotten, walkin' flea-filled, gobberin', pissy-pants box-livin', baw-eatin' jobby-luvin' freak a' nature-suckin', scabby-nyaff of a filthy shit-filled rug. Ya'r a ZOGIN' MONGREL."[/i][/b] [i]That insult lasted for...around ten seconds.[/i]
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*He shrugs.* "I've heard better."
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[b]"Did tha bettah one include ya mat of a motha gettin' flattened?"[/b] [i]Ripgar cackled, firing rounds into the air randomly.[/i] [b]"COME ON, YA LITTLE GIT."[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/20/2017 11:29:37 PM*He touches the back of his neck and a sword with a glowing white blade forms. He swings it and Ripgar suddenly feels himself pushed out of the way. Sketch steps out of the box and approaches the hole.* 'Are you still in one piece, Alice?' "Yes father." *She floats up out of the hole and lands next to it. He turns back around to face Ripgar.* 'She means no harm, alright? She's here to explore, learn, and meet new people. She only has the sword for defense.'
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[i]The wind was practically negated by Ripgar's shielding, although he let out another guffaw.[/i] [b]"She's a bloodeh Necron. An' she couldn't even put up a fight.[/b] [b]Stupid little-[/b] [b]...Wha was dat?"[/b] [i]Ripgar suddenly looked up into the skies, his seeable eye squinting in confusion - and fury, too.[/i]
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*Despite his shielding, it was still powerful enough to push him out of the way. Sketch looks her up and down, expecting the bullet holes.* 'I don't know what a necron is, but it sounds evil. Alice is in no way, shape or form evil. I programmed her, I know her better than she knows herself.' *One of the holes is leaking a glowing white fluid.* 'That's just great, he shot you through your primary circulator... Reroute cooling fluid flow to auxiliary circulators 1 and 2.' "Rerouting..." *The flow of fluid out of the bullet [i]wound[/i] slowly stops.*
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[i]That makes no sense, but I'm not wasting time arguing.[/i] [b]"SHUT IT, GIT. AN' YOU TOO, YA WANABEE NECRON. Look a' dat, ya see it-"[/b] [i]A *boom!* rang across Tatakai, as brilliant light rushed through the clear skies, parting clouds as Ripgar raised his machine gun.[/i] [b]"Thas a...a Warp portal! Dem Chaos boyz must be 'ere! Or sumthin.. OI, YA GITZ - GET YA GUNZ 'N DAKKA, 'E GOIN' DAEMON 'UNTIN. NOW."[/b]
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"I do not understand his speech, father." 'Neither do I...'
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[b]"DERS. SUM. DAEMONZ. 'ERE. THAT. NEED. TA. DIE."[/b]
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'Okay...' "Word daemon not identified. Please define."
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[b]"FUR THA LOVE OF-"[/b] [i]Another *boom!* was heard, and this time right above the three.[/i] [spoiler]Going to be introducing two characters...I think you'll like one of them, considering that she's actually somewhat likable. The other one...is an asshole, to put it lightly.[/spoiler] [i]Falling from the skies - and specifically, a deep violet portal - was a feminine figure, clad in carbon black and bone-colored robes. She was around seven feet tall, slim yet curvy as well, her ruby red hair tied into a long plume of a ponytail. Her ears were elf-like and sharp - perhaps an Elf? Or something of the sort, anyhow.[/i] [i]She tightly held a curiously shaped sword, the blade intricately designed to have several sharpened edges. She gripped an odd pistol in her left hand, bolstering it before she landed upon her feet, near Sketch and Alice.[/i] [b]"OI, IT'S UN' O' DEM POINTY EARED 'UMIES."[/b] [i]Ripgar roared, as he raised his machine gun.[/i] [i]"The correct term is Eldar, brute."[/i] [i]The mage-like being muttered, as Ripgar suddenly went still. The giant Ork groaned and pounded his Power Klaw against the ground, as roars escaped his massive maw.[/i] [b]"WHAS DIS PAIN?! DAM POINTY EARS!"[/b] [i]"Do not assault him, at least at this time."[/i] [i]The Eldar spoke, looking down upon the much shorter Sketch and Alice.[/i] [i]"Apologies for the, er...sudden appearance. If you are taken back, do not worry - I am here to dispel the Chaos that shall soon be brought upon this world. Any second now - it shall arrive, just as I have."[/i]
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'Okay...' *Sketch still seemed unfazed. Alice on the other hand looked about as confused as a faceless android can look.*
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[i]"...You're taking this rather calmly. I presume that you've seen worse?"[/i] [i]The Eldar questioned, still staring upon the Ork giant as another *boom!* rang through the air.[/i] [i]"...No time to speak. Come."[/i] [i]She muttered, as Ripgar fell over. She passed his unconscious body and exited the Dojo, beginning to make her way to the forest..[/i]
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*They hesitantly follow her.*
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[spoiler]And now, for character two.[/spoiler] [i]Soon, the three had left the Dojo and Ripgar on their own, as they found themselves in a gentle clearing around ten minutes later. How the Eldar had known where to go was...well, a mystery to Sketch and Alice.[/i] [i]The sky opened up once more, as the Eldar then tightened her grip upon her unique sword and pistol. Another *boom!* was heard, as a truly terrible thing emerged from the depths of the Warp portal.[/i] [i]The giant brute of a man was at least eight feet tall in height, his entire body hidden by a set of blood red armor. It was at least half a foot thick of ceramite, with bloodied and cleaned skulls pierced upon the pauldrons and waist, alongside a while a massive pistol hung at his waist. Two coiled horns protruded from his helmet's head, as he tightly grasped a massive, jagged battleaxe.[/i] [i]"Carthage - A Khorne Berzerker. In short...one of the deadliest foes that you will ever face."[/i] [b][i]"Aryna, you coward!"[/i][/b] [i]Carthage cackled as he slammed fist-first into the ground, the earth uprooted as the colossal man rose.[/i] [b][i]"Like the rest of the Eldar, you are but another fool who will not escape the wrath of Khorne![/i][/b] [b][i]...You will perish. Alongside these animals."[/i][/b] [i]The man's muffled laughter rang through the clearing, as he stared at Alice and Sketch.[/i]
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*Sketch smiled brightly, his tail starting to wag as his ears perk up.* 'Hey! Cool armor! I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before!' *He takes a couple steps forward, looking up at the man with wonder.* 'Are those horns on your helmet from a real animal or are they synthetic? Nah, they have to be real! How'd you get 'em!?'
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[i]The man merely drew his pistol and aimed it between Sketch's eyes.[/i] [b][i]"Say your prayers, rug. Your head shall make a fine decor for my helmet[/i][/b] [b][i]-What's left of it, anyway!"[/i][/b] [i]"What are you doing?! Get back, you fool!"[/i] [spoiler]Don't expect to endure or bullshit this guy.[/spoiler]
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'That's a shame, it would be cool to get lunch with you sometime...' *He throws down a smoke grenade and disappears into the cloud which rapidly fills the area. It then blows away in the wind and he's nowhere to be found, but Alice is still there.*
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[i]Throwing down a smoke grenade in front of a Chaos Marine was just stupid, as a round from Carthage's Bolter found itself within Sketch's foot. Luckily, it was there of all places.[/i] [i]The .75 caliber round passed through flesh and bone, before exploding within the left foot and almost blowing off most of Sketch's lower leg. Being cocky wouldn't get you anywhere, bud.[/i] [b][i]"PATHETIC. I EXPECTED YOU TO BLEED MORE."[/i][/b]
