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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/29/2017 5:38:31 PM
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[i][u]Cyber-Arena: Reborn. [/u]
Dojo VR Arena, Dojo.
12.00PM. [/i]
[i]"Ladies and gentlemen, mentally disabled people of all ages, this is the fight you haven't been asking for but its the one you're getting!"
The arena was alive with spectators, not just robots but actual people tuning in to watch their nightly entertainment on television and VR headset. The fight was to be simple; A one-versus-one battle in an arena, randomly selected by the announcer but with a twist to let its geometry favour both sides of the battle. Two would enter, one would die and their corpse would fade to black. There were no holds barred in the arena, with the exception of a few items that were deemed too powerful to be carried into the battlefield.
"On one side, everyone's favourite cowboy. The one, the only, the painfully generic asshole that owes me money, John 'JT' Truman!"
The fighter digitally appeared in the arena, fizzling in and out of existence for a second as if in some eighties retro sci-if movie. If JT was entering an arena for combat, he would at least try to bring some sweet memories of home to make his battle as enjoyable as possible.
He stood tall, clad in a full suit of olive green NWH Combat Armour at a colossal eight feet tall, with all the weapons on his person making him seem like an even larger mammoth than he already was. His hands were not idle as he carried the twin G11 Chainsaw LMGs he always carries in fixed bipods at his hips, with the auto-targeting feature already activated and scanning for his opponent. His hands carried a pair of blades. Each red feet long and looking like knives for the fighter but they were laced with poison and flame. The blades of an old fight, one he would spare.
His hips carried an assortment of things - Lasso with graphite all along it, a twin set of .50 A&E custom revolvers painted to look like basic Smith and Wesson's, and a series of grenades lining the belt of the cowboy all made him look like a tough fight.
And so he waited for his opponent. [/i]
[spoiler]Open to all. No interfering in other reply chains. [/spoiler]
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A man in a rooster mask appeared before him, silent. He had a rusted fireman's axe and a military grade M4 on his back. In his jacket two silenced Uzi's were holstered, ready for blood. In his hands sat two silenced MP5Ks. He awaited JT's move.
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He had no clue how, but....he was faced with a kid. The kid seemed to have no clue how he was there either, but JT knew who he was. It....was Alpha? and a kid? A guy? It was weird, but the kid cowered from JT, eyeing his gun
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[i]JT didn't give a damn how old this kid was - He wanted to fight and he would get one,cane the crowd demanded blood. It was obvious the Arena's crowd was in support of the armoured behemoth that was JT, so he took steps to walk just in front of the goat child with a cocky stride to his step. "The -blam!- are you?" JT asked, when just in front of him. [/i]
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"I-I don't know....w-what is this?" He asked, his little pocket knife out and his eyes filled with fear [spoiler]this is VR, so I mean, go right ahead. if it was an actual fight there'd be issues, but it's the same concept as a school shooting joke as long as it actually isn't real[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It ain't. You cool with some disturbing shit in the name of a good show? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]it ain't VR or ain't real? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ain't real. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lmao if JT will provide therapy afterwards [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]JT ain't doing anything for free lmao. He takes cash, loot or ass, and last I checked he ain't into broke gearless goats. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]then no, do it clean [/spoiler]
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Edited by Mango: 7/29/2017 6:19:23 PMAfter JT's introduction and flair, the announcer got back on the mic as JT's opponent plopped into the arena from above, landing on his belly. "...and against him, this Repurposed Management Droid has been through thick and thin in his short 7 years! Give it up for... Mango!" The stadium's cheers lessened, not sure what to make of a fighter called "Mango". He mumbled something about hating bets as he stood up, dusting his suit off. He stood at about six feet tall and had a giant fur collar around his navy blue suit. He looked at JT and quickly grabbed the SMG hanging off his chest. [spoiler]Will this be perma-death or...? I'm still remembering the rules of this place[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]This is virtual reality dude, nothing real will happen to your character. [/spoiler] [i]JT analyzed his opponent momentarily, before he allowed the cannons at his hips to take aim and start firing at Mango. Bullet after bullet spewed out of the steel barrel, as countless .308 rounds flew at the droid's torso. [/i]
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Mango's suit activated and he turned invisible, avoiding the gunfire in the process after taking a few hits. Core systems were still active. He leaped from the floor onto the wall, running along it. As he got behind JT, he leaped from the wall and cocked his fist back, whipping it forward at 50 km/h into the back of JT's head.
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[spoiler]Is Mango hiding his heat signature as well or no? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/229547185/0/0/1 The only places emanating heat are the tips of the heat sinks, on his belt You can see their locations in the image linked in the bio[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Would s thermal tracker be able to pick it up? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I mean, a thermal scope would be able to see the tiny amounts it gives out[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Alright. [/spoiler] [i]The guns used a thermal recognition software as opposed to a regular aiming mechanism to get its firing done, and so it kept a sustained fire on Mango. [/i]
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[spoiler]So did the punch land or not?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. The suit is a few hundred pounds so it didn't fall, but there's a fair sized dent there now. [/spoiler]
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The small amounts of heat his suit gave off threw off the trackers as he jumped and slid all around the arena. His cloak only broke slightly when he took pot shots at the suit and fired his gun, flickering in and out. Mango jumped right at JT from behind, hooking his arm as he slid beneath his legs, trying to bring him down.
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The suit weighed upwards of one one thousand pounds alone, so JT would remain unmoved by Mango trying to pull him. Rather he grabbed Mango's arm with the free hand he had and used that to throw him against a rock, positioning it just so that s spine of the droid would collide with the tip of the rock.
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Mango let out a scream as he slammed into the rock, his spine nearly giving out. "Core systems still active..." He grunted to himself, standing again and hiding behind the rock. He checked through his pouches to see if he still had something... His eyes lit up as his hand grasped the grenade. He pulled it from the pouch and inspected it, smiling as best a robot could. He cloaked again and left the rock, charging at JT while ducking between different covers. He rolled in front of JT, pulling the pin. Mango shot up in an uppercut fashion, slamming the grenade into his armour's jaw before kicking off of his chest.
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Edited by BondyMilk: 7/29/2017 6:07:08 PMAfter so generously building up the likes of JT, the announcer went on about his opponent. Captain of a Militia ship, titan pilot, mercenary raised from the dead, it was none other than the Dojo's Cylus. He stood much shorter than the eight foot tall beast of a man, but he smirked nonetheless. He walked with a certain swagger, already taunting his opponent. He was heavily armored with a combined mix of his own and Militia technology, so it was on the likes that nobody had ever seen. On his back was a Hemlock 3-Round burst assault rifle as well as a large serrated blade. At his belt were his dual Mk23 Pistols as well as near countless knives and weapons. He stepped forward into the arena, and his suit seemed to shift around him. His helmet began to build itself upon his face, the sleek black metal taking form. He pulled up his hood and looked at JT, sizing him up. Bright indigo eyes began to glow on his helmet, narrowing to match Cylus' facial expression. This was only what came to eye. There was no saying what abilities he harbored. Despite the size difference, he was not one to be messed with.
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[i]JT analyzed Cylus' kit and grimaced. He was packing light enough that his weapons wouldn't punch through any parts of his suit, although he did know that this was the Dojo and people were very reliant on their abilities and all other sorts of things. Sighing audibly under his suit, JT would grab a revolver from his holster, drawing it fast enough that it didn't even look like he moved and the revolver just appeared in his hand. He stared Cylus down, gun raised for his torso. [/i]
