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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/5/2017 5:04:35 PM
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"Compensating for something with all that penetration?" Jokingly asked the approaching cowboy as he looked to the gun, watching each bullet carefully disintegrate each of it's carefully picked targets with ease. He took a liking to the gun certainly, watching in curiosity as to how it functioned.
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"Okay, maybe a little.. a lot." [i]Pandora joked back, shrugging as she showed off the flaming revolver that she held within her right hand, fire flickering off of the barrel and the ammunition cylinder. She looked upon the cowboy, red eyes flickering with quite a curiosity.[/i] "Mm. You're a cowboy?"
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"Somewhat, it's... Complicated." JT had truthfully been slacking in recent months. Sure he still donned the duster and worked daily, but he was retired in a sense. Gone we're the days of the Avalon when he was establishing a base in the wilds, and the time of Cylak was past for him. He kept his guns and other weapons of course, but they were primarily trinkets in his house and protection on business trips to seedier cities. "You one as well, or just a gunslinger movie fanatic?"
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"Gunslinger fanatic. It doesn't help that I'm also a magic user. And.. Death. ...I should probably introduce myself. I am Pandora, Pandora Raidriar and currently holding the title of Death. Surprise, not in the black hood 'n shit." [i]Pandora sarcastically waved her hands around, as if finding it something of a funny joke.[/i]
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"Think I've heard that name once or twice, Raidriar. Did your father know an Aaron Sawyer, ever mention the Avalon?"
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"Aaron Sawyer, yes. The Avalon? No clue. But he's talked about Prillion, becoming Death, passing down power.. kinda sad, now. Just an old man, and.. it's hard. Seeing the guy that saved you, gave you a home, and cared for you just.. apart. ...Shit, I'm getting emotional. So yeah, he [i]was[/i] Death. Now I am, though that shouldn't influence the whole Heaven/Hell bullshit."
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"Yeah, it's not easy but you find a way through it, kiddo. Trust me."
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"...Yeah. So, you.. want to know about the gun, then? It's a construct of "Light", some weird magic shit. You know what a Guardian is?"
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"Jesus -blam!-ing Christ do not tell me you are one of those -blam!-ers?"
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"What? Oh, hell no. I would've had my fаg Ghost scan the fuсk out of everything if I was. Assuming that I didn't blow it up. No, it's complicated. I'm a lab project gone wrong - biomass manipulator built for absorbing the abilities and knowledge of the slain."
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"Join the club, now about that gun: What is it?"
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"The gun? Golden Gun, construct and "Super" of Hunter Gunslingers. Three bullets of concentrated heat, each one capable of disintegrating bodies. Scary."
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"Not bad. Got a holster for it?"
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"Nope! It's.. summonable, I guess. Costs me, tires me out, but still."
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"How's that work, does it use some sort of energy? Stamina?"
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"Both, really. It's supposed to be Light, but it isn't. "Spirit", Maria calls it - all of my unexplained, bullshit abilities seem to formulate from that, except in a less spiritual form and a more physical one. Weird."
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"No. Just fades away when I want it to, same with the void bow, the lightning, the flashy knife, the bigass bomb, and the full-body sun bullshit. Or runs out of energy."
