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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/4/2017 10:37:41 AM
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[spoiler]"Some of my men claim to have shot you square in the head with no effect."
So... every CoD player ever[/spoiler]
*The person who he ran into stepped back, looking at him through his dark hood. His face is entirely concealed under it, but something says Cylus shouldn't look to find out. Doesn't help that he has a wicked looking metal crossbow on his back, it being augmented with a massive bayonet*
Hm? Oh, sorry there sir. You okay?
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[spoiler]It's Cylus' helmet lol, check out his new bio and you'll unserstand, I posted a new one yesterday[/spoiler] Cylus looked at the man in front of him, bewildered by the sight of the hooded figure and the large crossbow he carried upon his back. Patting the man on the shoulder, he says "No worries, I was just rushing. Didn't see where I was going."
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*When he pats the shoulder it feels skeletal and cold, like there is no flesh or skin at all on it* Yeah, we all have days like that. Just make sure you don't bump into someone... not as friendly.
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"Well then I should be off then, sorry once again." he says, taking his hand back. Cylus departs, leaving the man to himself. At his feet was Cylus' log, which Cylus had dropped in the collision. The black leather clad book laid on the floor, waiting to be picked up. [spoiler]Pick it up, the only way to find out who it belongs to is to read.[/spoiler]
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*He picks it up, flipping through it* hmm...
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[i]You open the front page. [/i] It simply reads [i]If you happen to be reading this, this log belongs to none other than Cylus, and its pages contain his story. My story. From vigilante to literal dead man walking, here I am to tell the tale. My only wish is that these words can be seen beyond my own eyes, and my tale be told when I am long gone. But for now, I am here, writing in this small leather book, waiting... Waiting for the day that my name is remembered, and I will know I have done something greater than myself. -The one and only Cylus [spoiler]The first two entries are chapter 1 and 2, which are both above [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Vigilante to literal dead man walking... Sounds like the character I'm using right now[/spoiler] *He sighs, reading through the book* Why is it the good ones lose the most? *He begins to walk in the direction Cylus was going, to return the journal*
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[spoiler]what character? Maybe they could meet sometime[/spoiler] As the man heads off in the general direction that Cylus earlier disappeared in, he comes closer and closer to one of the central courtyards. Full of srores, restaurants, and crowds, one might think it would be hard to find a single person here. Unless that person was Cylus of course. Sudden shouts from a nearby cafe ring throughout the courtyard, attracting people's attention. It was hard to hear what was going on, as there were multiple voices and the crashing of furniture. [spoiler]investigate or something[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]The one I'm using right now[/spoiler] *He sighs, taking his hood off, hoping to be a distraction to whoever is doing all of this. Under the hood is a bleached white skull, with no other form of organic material in or on his head. The two eyeless sockets look around the room as he enters* What the hell is going on here?
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Just as he steps in, a flying cake whizzes past his head followed by more shouts. "Shit man! You said I was worthy last time!" The voice belonged to Cylus, and a large orcish creature lumbered towards him. Surprisingly, the creature wore an apron and a bakers hat. [spoiler]Character credit to ooshmook[/spoiler] Picking Cylus up by the leg, the orc threw him against a nearby wall. "You must prove verthy everthy time!" it shouted with a heavy accent. Cylus simply kicked off of the wall and landed on his feet, quickly going into a defensive stance. "Fine then," he said as he pulled out to escrima sticks, ready to charge. [spoiler]you may watch it play out or intervene[/spoiler]
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*He sighs, putting his hand to a small white machine to his thigh. Suddenly an arrow materialized from hardlight to solid matter, it was a dark tipped arrow with a cherry stained frame. He loaded it onto his crossbow, aimed at the back of the orc's neck, and fired*
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Edited by BondyMilk: 6/13/2017 9:36:46 PMThe arrow embedded itself into the orc's thick skin, stuck in the outer layer. Because the orc's skin was tough like armor, it did little except to distract the beast. Plucking the arrow out, he turned around to see who had shot him. With his back now turned to Cylus, he provided his opponent an opportunity. Charging the orc, Cylus drop kicked it in the back, pushing it over a table. As soon as it turned around, Cylus was once again on top of him, forcing him to submit. "Are we done here?" Cylus simply asked. As the orc nodded, Cylus got himself up and helped himself to a slice of cake behind the counter, leaving a couple dollars behind. As he passed the orc laying on the floor, he simply scoffed. "No tip for you sir" he says as he walked away. As he passed through the crowd, he saw the skeletal man from before, this time the crossbow from his back was drawn. Nodding for the man to follow, he walked out into the courtyard.
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*He follows, holding the book in plain sight* What was that about?
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"Ah, my log." Cylus says, finding it not to be in its place on his belt. He nods in gratitude. "As for the orc, that's the "supreme baker." He can make the best muffins, cakes, you name it. Thing is, he believes that his customers have to be worthy of the food, so he attacks you. If you win, you simply buy your meal. If not, you walk out with an empty stomach as well as some scrapes and bruises." Cylus says with a chuckle. "I didn't realize you had to beat him [b][i]every[/i][/b] time, so when I walked in, he sucker punched me!" As he took a bite of his cake, Cylus comments "Totally worth it though. And thanks for the assist."
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Eh, it was nothing. Just another Tranq arrow. If the venom seeps in, given the depth, I'm gonna be looting the store soon. Oh, and, uh... *He looks at Cylus dead in the eye* I... may have read your stories.
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"Not much to loot except for some pastries and a couple dollars." Cylus says. When the man looks him in the eye, he doesn't seem to react. "So you know my name then. What's yours?"
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*He sighs a little* Call me Crossbow. It's what I've been called for millenia
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"Millennia? If you don't mind me asking, what exactly [i]are[/i] you? And how old are you?" Cylus asks, inspecting the skeletal figure before him
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Well, you see, I was from the Underworld. I was Mortal, but the way "People" there evolved, I lived quite a while, about 3 thousand years. But, I was impaled and killed. But luckily, a friend, or as some know him, an "Ex God" Brought me back, but since I was all rotted and disgusting I couldn't use my body, so the flesh was shed and here I am
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"Fair enough. I too have had my fair share of death, but I didn't have any ex-god to bring me back. Dug my way out of my grave... But I haven't gotten to that part yet" Cylus says, motioning to his book. "On another note, where does one who lives in the underworld go once they die? Just a curious question..."
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Well, all souls go to the Last Mausoleum, and when they run out of Ether emissions they have their souls transferred into a demon form. But with Underworld beings they cut the Last Mausoleum part out.
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"Oh I see, and would you by chance tell me your name?" Cylus asks. "I never trust a man without a name. But after, we can move along with the story."
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That, unfortunately, is one I cannot tell you. You will call me Crossbow and nothing else. Believe me, you'd have more trust in me if you didn't know my real name.
