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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
5/25/2017 4:29:33 AM
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[b][u]Breaking Point[/u][/b]
[i]Vanguard Hall, The Tower, Last City, Earth; 1354 hours[/i]
The Hunter Vanguard, Mark-54, drummed his fingers on the the table.
He was having a rough day.
Someone stole his favorite knife. The mini-bar near his quarters had run out of his favourite drink. Three of his scouts had gone rouge in the European Dead Zone. He was constantly being annoyed by the Vertex twins, crap ton of Hunters off the revive, and a bunch of people asking, "Where's Cayde?"
On top of that, was his heartache about the one that [i][b]ALWAYS[/b][/i] got away. His feeling of betrayal after his best friend leaving to kill their former teammate. His hatred for Zavala ordering his best friend to do so. His hatred for himself for not telling his lost love how he felt.
Mark felt like he was going to explode.
But he snapped, crackled, and popped. Like the energy he honed.
"I just can't take it...." He slammed his head onto his map, which was covered in mud footprints.
"Mark...." His ghost, Havoc, chided.
"Havoc! I can't take it!" Mark raised his voice, "First I lose my team to the most bulls**t relationship that went sour. Then one of them gets exiled, Taken by Oryx, and nearly killed in an explosion. And the whole time she failed to see what's right in front of her!"
His voice gets louder, "While the other is blinded by the past. He finally moved on, but still held hatred. THEN I EXPLORE A LARGE PLANET, IN A DIFFERENT TIMELINE, LOSE A BET AND GET ROPED INTO THIS TOWER! MEANWHILE, A BLUE B***H DECIDES TO KILL MY FORMER TEAMMATE BECAUSE HE'S A F**KING COWARD!! SO HE ORDERED MY BEST FRIEND TO KILL MY OTHER BEST FRIEND, WHO I MISS MORE THAN I MISS MORE THAN MY FREEDOM AND MY FAVORITE KNIFE THAT WAS STOLEN THIS MORNING!!!"
The yelling was so loud, the guardians from the plaza piled in to see what was going on.
Zavala shot Mark a glare, "Mark--"
"Don't [i]Mark[/i] me!" The exo interrupted, "FIND A NEW HUNTER TO JOIN YOUR F**KING TABLE BECAUSE I AM LEAVING!! I WILL NOT COME BACK!!"
Mark grabbed his notebook from under the map, and stormed straight out of the Vanguard Hall through the crowd, Havoc following.
The Hunter flipped off the Awoken Titan as he left.
[u][b]Dojoville, 17:09[/b][/u]
Mark landed his "High and Flighty" outside the walls of the Dojo.
Squeezing the large ship through the Gate on Venus had not been easy, and it had taken damage.
He dawned his helmet, pulled up the jood of his Bladedancer's cloak and approached the gates of Dojoville.
[spoiler]Open. Reintro.[/spoiler]
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[i]A Titan sat on the top of the gate's wall. He noticed someone standing at the gate, waiting to enter.[/i] "Eh, you there, Hunter, what brings you here?"
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The Exo sighed, "I just.... don't want to talk about it." Mark sat against the wall.
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"Alright, give me a second and I'll get the gate open." [i]The titan got up, he picked up the large chain gun he carried and jumped down, after a short time, the gate opened up.[/i]
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The Hunter stepped through the gate into Dojoville.
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[i]The titan stood on the other side. Waving to the hunter.[/i] "Well then, welcome, I guess. Name's Jäger, yours?"
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"Mark. Mark-54," the Hunter replied.
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"You're exo as well? Huh, small world. Well, nice to meet you anyways."
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"At least you're not the only Exo now," Mark chuckled. Maybe this bad day was finally getting better.
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"Yeah, at least now I know there are other guardians out here. I would go back to the tower, but I can't bring myself to go back there."
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"I can't look Zavala straight in the eyes anymore...." Mark paused for a moment. "If I go back, I'll get a lot if s**t for leaving," Mark sighed, lowering his head.
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[i]Jäger laughed.[/i] "I'll say, Zavala may be a decent fighter, but he's a shit leader. All of those Vanguards think they somehow know what's best for us. We're on the brink of extinction, but, 'investigate some Vex statue.' because that totally helps." [i]Jäger says, mocking Ikora.[/i]
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"The worst part is, I once stood at the table. Ikora wants knowledge. Trust me, I was already in Zavala's bad side before the Dare. Believe me, Zavala is corrupt. He sent my best friend to kill our-- as in my best friend, and my-- former teammate," Mark said.
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"Zavala corrupt, what a surprise." [i]Jäger said sarcastically.[/i] "I always thought they were corrupt, but not on that level."
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"He has been, for years," Mark said.
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"It baffles me, we're on the brink of destruction and he wants someone to go and kill another guardian. As if that makes sense. I lost friends to the Vex a long time ago, trying to fight our way through that damn vault. We tried, until everyone else was wiped out, I was lucky to escape. They died trying to fight, Zavala now has hit men going after others when we need them to help. I can't believe the man."
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"Fear, is what causes these descisions," Mark said, "Sometimes I'd say a name and see the fear in Zavala's eyes."
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[i]Jäger shakes his head.[/i] "Heh, I wonder what Zavala would fear, nost likely losing the ability to sit at that table and have to do some actual fighting."
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"Heh, he's not above fighting people," Mark replied, remembering how the Titan had almost strangled him last week.
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"Damnable children, flailing their swords and toting their guns...Ah! Good sir, may I request where a tailor is? It seems one of your bratty kind have torn my suit in a one sided skirmish with me." [i]A rather calm, yet gentlemanly and polite voice had spoken. From behind the guardian was an extremely tall man, who stood at 301cm, or around 9'8. He had a tanned skin complexion and his salt and pepper hair was combed back. He had a slightly wrinkled face with ocean green eyes that revealed his age, but that did not bother him as such. The tall man wore a white double breasted suit with a tear at where the left tricep would be and some grime on his right shin. It seemed he had been in some scuffle.[/i]
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"I do not know where a tailor is..." Mark said, looking up at the man who towered nearly four feet talker than him. Havoc appeared, "I suggest going a few blocks and a right. There's one there." [spoiler]I just made that up. I'm not sure if there is a tailor there. Let's assume there is.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 5/25/2017 6:08:00 AM"Hmm. I'd rather not have the risk of some plebe child touching this suit. It is high quality, made from silk and various other materials. So..." [i]The Man had pointed his finger in the direction of where he presumed the tailor was and in a single instant, not even visible to the naked eye a small, focused beam of light was fired from his fingertip, bouncing off reflective surfaces until it punctured through multiple walls and hitting the tailor square in the chest, putting him in critical condition. The beam had vanished when it hit the tailor however, so it was not just bouncing all over the place.[/i] "I shot that tailor because he is a plebe child, like yourself who does not deserve to place his or her hands on this very suit." [spoiler]He can manipulate light. Hence why the shot was so god damn fast.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Orn: 5/25/2017 5:07:34 AM[b][i]"AHAHA, AND ANOTHER CHALLENGER ENTERS THE FRAY."[/i][/b] [i]A masculine voice filled with hatred rang through the air of Tatakai, as a massive figurine landed from above Mark.[/i] [spoiler][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2oI7V2FYnbA]Trevor Morris - Qunari Battle[/url][/spoiler] [i]The figurine flew down from the Dojo wall, as if he had literally leaped down from the very top. He slammed down in Mark's way, about five feet away from the Hunter as he slowly rose from the crater that he had caused. The man was gigantic in proportion, at eight feet tall and clad in ridiculously thick armor. The armor itself consisted of, at most - half a foot thick d ceramite plating, blood red in color. Two coiled, mangled horns protruded from his helmet, the glass shielding his eyes being a vibrant green color. [/i] [i]Clasped tightly within the Khorne Berzerker's massive hands was a gigantic battleaxe, the blade uneven and sharpened to an almost ritualistic degree. The axe was fitting for his height, as if intended for him and him alone: a dark aura surrounded the blade, suggesting that Mark should stay away from it.[/i] [i]Hanging from his waist were two smaller axes, the blades being literal chainblades, blood red and stained with dark red liquid. Alongside these weapons was massive "pistol", loaded with a magazine holding several .75 caliber rounds. The giant of a man guffawed loudly, inspecting the Hunter as he laughed.[/i] [b][i]"IS THIS THE BEST THAT YOUR DISGRACE OF A WORLD HAS TO OFFER?[/i][/b] [b][i]...PATHETIC."[/i][/b]
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"What. The. F**k," Mark muttered. The Hunter looked to the Giant. He looked to his Ghost, "Havoc, he could crush you too easily." Havoc bobbed up and down, "I doubt we can survive a fight against him." The Ghost disappeared.
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Edited by Orn: 5/25/2017 5:14:04 AM[b][i]"PUT UP YOUR TALKING CUBE, BOY. DRAW YOUR WEAPONS. NOW!"[/i][/b] [i]The Berzerker slammed the battleaxe against his chest, roaring in...well, let's assume pure manliness. Clearly, he was so overconfident about his own strength that he had not taken to considering Mark's - which was probably "marksmanship" (badum-tiss, cause Mark 'n...oh forget it) and dexterity.[/i]
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The Hunter pulled a machine gun off his back, "How about this? You let me through that gate, and I won't kill you."
