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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/25/2017 3:51:25 PM
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"Please, you don't know battle ready. There's a reason that we are nomads, ill tell you that much. Then again, looks like we have realm walking in common. We're not just nomadic from our home world. Universes too." [b][i]He said, seeming to ignite the fight happening around them[/i][/b]
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"Yeah." She says, someone getting knocked unconscious right in front of them. "Apologies." The attacked, a Turian had said, before dragging the unconscious body back into the fray, along with himself.
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"No problem." [b][i]He says, waving as if to dismiss the problem.[/i][/b] "But yes, my clan and I, we are nomads. Certainly not the most normal bunch but I run my clan the way I see fit."
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"Nomads?" She asks "What happened to your homeworld, then? And...wait, you come from a separate universe?" She asked, a body being thrown over them onto the wall behind them. "What was your world like? Full of evil stuff trying to murder you?" She asks, pulling out her blaster and firing on someone who was charging at both of them with what seemed to be a bottle.
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"Nice shot, and no, is terms of fauna ive heard it was fairly calm. The story has been distorted through many generations though. What remains is the basic fact that it was a Great War that destroyed our planet, making it near impossible to sustain life solely on it." [b][i]He took a large drink.[/i][/b] "So we left, and wandered. And wandered. And we just... well we just didn't stop I guess." [b][i]He laughed a bit.[/i][/b] "It was always said elven races did have the wanderlust in out blood."
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 8/25/2017 7:54:05 PM"So...all you remember is some giant war forced you from your homeworld, and now your people are basically traveling wherever?" Vel asked, multiple bodies being thrown in their direction, courtesy of a Krogan Warlord. Do you know why you guys just...settle into a new homeworld? There are dozens of garden worlds, last time I heard. Then again, that was before the whole 'everyone wants to kill each other' war happened." Vel told him, being buried by two of the bodies.
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[b][i]He got up, moving them off of her and offering a hand to assist her ups[/i][/b] "Because last time we had a home-world, genocidal war and a prįck ass ruler. Plus, like I said, we like to travel, let's us see many new races and things, and my clan has done some good wandering. Most elves don't like outsiders joining their clan, I'm quite the opposite. Hose who are cast out of society, I'm more than happy to give a home with us."
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"Huh..." she responds, the Krogan noticing the two and walking up to them, blood all across the armor he wore. He was clearly going to kill both of them. Vel noticed his and pulled out both WESTARs, firing her shots. The Krogan used body shields (aka other people) to soften those shots. "I'll tell you my little story if you help me kill that...um...Krogan." She tells him.
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[b][i]He was seen spinning a switchblade as he stepped in front of the two. The clicking of it closing and opening of the weapon could show prowess to most. He spoke softly as he did, a grin on his face as only she could hear his words.[/i][/b] "Don't worry love, I got this one." [b][i]He said, stating the krogan dead in the eyes. There was no fear, no nervousness. Just an eerie calmness. It was almost scarier than seeing anger or rage[/i][/b]
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Strangely...the Krogan laughed. "Look what we have here; some dumb pyjak who thinks he's actually man enough to take on a TRUE Krogan!" He yells, pulling out something akin to a sledgehammer...except it was made of metal. "And it looks like I'll take your little girlfriend once we're done making you into tomorrow's pyjak lunch." He says, 'girlfriend' referring to Vel, who seemed to get pissed and fire a shot...only for it to pierce through another dead human corpse. "Hehehe...this'll be fun." The Warlord told them, charging at the elf.
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[b][i]The elf grabbed the handles of his butterfly knife as they changed in an instant. Now, be was holding twin two foot long fighting daggers in his hands as he grinned at the Krogan. He ran at the Krogan, making it look as if he was aiming to slide under the man. As they got close, he ducked down and stepped to the side, plunging both daggers into the man's back[/i][/b]
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The Krogan screamed in pain, mostly because it was luckily hit in the back. This was made worse when Vel fired some rounds into his front, denting the helmet armor he had on. He proceeded to swing his Warhammer toward the elf, hoping on squashing him into the wall.
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[b][i]He ducked under the hammer with ease, pulling one knife out and jamming it straight into the Krogan's armpit. The blade seemed to cut though his natural armour with relative ease. He pulled out the second knife as he aimed to bury it into the Krogan's kneecap with a stab[/i][/b]
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He yelled once more, but before the elf could take the knife to his kneecap, the Krogan grabbed him, and threw him across the room, beginning to walk over to the elf, despite Vel firing at him until her blasters overheat.
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[b][i]The elf ran at him again, faking a jab to the jaw from his left hand, before grabbing the knife with his right and ripping it out of the Krogan and stepping back [/i][/b]
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The Krogan...well, it was too slow to do anything, and yelled out in pain his armor and shields down, before Vel threw one of her WESTARs to the elf. He was supposed to fire onto the injured and distracted Krogan.
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[b][i]He caught it midair, grabbing the Krogan's n do with the other hand and pulling it toward him. He jammed the pistol into the creatures gut and unloading the magazine[/i][/b]
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Considering it was focused on heat over magazines, this pierced through under the Krogan's skull and came out from the top of his head. He was dead...and everyone stared at him like he was a Catholic who killed the Pope. [spoiler]Of course, no offense to Catholics.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]not really offensive but ok.[/spoiler] [b][i]He dropped the man's body on the ground, passing the gun back as well.[/i][/b] "Alright, now that everyone's got that out of their system, next rounds on me." [b][i]He said, heading aback over to his seat as he picked up his knives. He put them together as they turned into the butterfly knife, them an closing it expertly as he sat down again. He took a sip of his drink.[/i][/b] "So, where were we in that conversation?"
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The rest (mostly in absolute fear) sat down and tried to rile conversation. As for Vel... "I think you mentioned something about elves being wanderers..." she says.
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"Right. We don't settle down because last time we did we nearly destroyed four races with a war, so we decided to just keep wandering was he best bet."
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"Four races?!" She asks, pretty...well, shocked. "How the hell did you accomplish that?"
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"Hey, nearly. And like I said, war. High elves, my race, were upstuck assholes who thought they owned everything. Drow were oppressed by both us and Ogres so they rose up and fought. Ogres just live to fight for any reason so of course hey joined the war. The fourth, well, we don't talk about em. They were bad news, for everything."
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"...which one were you? I mean, you don't look like an Ogre last time I check." She asks, the room returning (for the most part) to normal.
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"No, I'm not nearly tall enough." [b][i]He laughs a bit[/i][/b] "High elf, though unlike many of my people I'm not an asshole. Like I said, my clan is run very differently than others.@
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"Ah." She stated, relaxing. "My world...for the most part was peaceful under Duchess Satine. A few months after I sent away from Mandalore, a Civil War broke out. I don't know the exact details of the entire thing, but I remember that Satine was killed and Deathwatch, Satine's right hand force was destroyed." She says.
