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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/30/2017 1:48:02 AM
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"You're different. Right?"
[i]A softer voice, perhaps one that belonged to a girl that was just going into adulthood, would ring out from the depths of the standstill reality, as the arena would shift and change once more, to her own image. Yet it was.. oddly familiar, one must say. So familiar, that..[/i]
[u]New Location: Civis Praemium. Area: Central Park.[/u]
[i]Synthetic waves of grass would breeze through the empty park, it's luscious grace and yet odd solitude proving to be both pleasurable, relaxing, yet creepy as well. In the distance, massive buildings of concrete and glass would formulate and rise, shuttles and ships flying past them and reaching their respective landings. The park itself was.. massive, with a large pedestal in it's center, depicting some long lost hero and all of his deeds, or something of the sort.[/i]
"...I come here, every now and then.. the real here. Civis? It helps me.. think, I guess."
[i]There the voice was, once more. And the speaker.. biomass bitch.[/i]
[i]Oddly enough, she wasn't even hiding herself. Her thin, lithe body was bounded with a dark cotton jacket, zipped up to her bust, of which she had none at all. Soft blue jeans would encase her legs, though somewhat torn (in a genuine way, not like the shitty pairs that are intentionally torn), dirty sneakers placed upon her small feet.[/i]
[i]Her facial features matched Weiss' woman, too: a sharp jaw, almost too sharp, with deathly pale, yet smooth skin and the slightest of freckles pocketing her face. She was pretty, if not for the glimmering ruby jewels that were her eyes, giving her a literal radiance of fury. Strands of curly, yet short cyan blue hair would fall from her head, to the upper portion of her neck, yet her head was concealed by a pitch black beanie. If only she had a scarf, she'd look like a hipster.[/i]
"So.. Sam, I think your name is? Don't ask how I know, complicated stuff.."
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[i]The MSES clad man turned to face Pan, his appearance was rather bulky due to carbon nanotubes packed tightly within the armor, the exosuit itself was mildly remarkable, with dragon scales on it and even 'dragon claws' on the fingers. Samuel's features were hidden, behind an engineering marvel of a folding helmet. It was vaguely shaped like a dragons, a reminder of who he killed for this. Underneath was a slightly amused Sam, crossing his arms.[/i] "Personally I wasn't a fan on Civis, not to mention that pissant Fortis. But I suppose you could've done worse in terms of location choices... You could say I've made my mark here a bit. So I'm not shocked. No point in hiding identities now, not like it matters." [i]He replied, as his helmet scanned Pandora, checking her vitals, information and such.[/i] "I only know you due to a certain guardian related incident. Rather shocking to most, me, not so much."
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"I know it's a shit place, but it's.. meh, I dunno. And Guardians, well.. I most certainly kicked their prom queen's ass, yeah. Sarah Grey, her name is.. still alive, forgot to blow up the Ghost. Eh.. next time." [i]She would sigh, a little. He was calm. Much too calm, really.[/i] "Pandora Raidriar. Or Death, whatever you'd know me by. Don't flip out, don't ask if you're going to Heaven or Hеll.. and we'll be good. You're.. already somewhat decent, really. Calm, if anything."
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[i]He was used this things like this by now, he'd seen too much shit in life to care anymore, it was partly the reason why he took up swordsmanship.[/i] "I know about Sarah Grey. I find Guardians to be entitled to their powers. Rather funny really, the other day I almost got in a fight with another due to me questioning about you. I'm really not a fan of biomass manipulators. Makes the job all too difficult." [i]However, with the mention of Pandora definitely raised an eyebrow.[/i] "That definitely rings a bell....a little birdie told me about you. But I'm not worried where I'm going, my fate in the afterlife is already set." [i]Thus, Sam had unsheathed his high frequency blade, waving it around casually.[/i] "I can only assume there's one reason you're here, right?"
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"Of course." [i]From there, Pandora would leave the wooden bench with a slight creak, studying the high frequency blade that Sam would clench in his hands. She didn't like it at all, though she managed to hide her disturbance from such an opponent, for a sign of fear would already manage to ruin her assault.[/i] [i]Her right arm would shift and change, her left hand rolling up her sleeve up to her elbow as her arm coiled and shifted, molding into a monstrously jagged blade. The sword was slanted into a nasty edge, extending out from where her arm once was. If Sam knew that she had biomass and Guardian abilities.. well, she hadn't given away other abilities just yet.[/i]
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[i]Oh, but Sam definitely knew about the Gaster Blasters. In which he had a little surprise in case she tried to use those...as for the Hellwind, he was clueless for now.[/i] "Tell me Pandora, do you have a philosophy? Every 'great fighter' should have one. Personally, I believe that organizations are bullshit, only to serve others, not yourself. If one has something they truly believe in, then they should fight for it." [i]Sam had spoke to her, sparks came from the blade as a high pitched hum was emitting from said blade. Whatever it was, it didn't sound pleasant. Thrusters had boosted Sam forward in a dash at almost frightening speeds, he held his blade out in a attempt to bisect Pandora with one swift strike. He held the blade in such a posistion in which he could still attack and defend if necessary.[/i]
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"You can fuсk off, with your philosophy. Actually.. I've got a philosophy for you." [i]Well, if Sam knew of Pandora's Guardian capabilities, and was charging right at her with an incredibly powerful weapon, of which could slice her in two..[/i] [i]Pandora merely began an approach towards Sam, the biomass blade constantly shifting, before the woman began sprinting straight towards the propelled man, holding out the blade before leaping into the air-[/i] "-Only the strong survive." [i]-Before suddenly dissipating, in a sudden "nothing personnel" move. The woman would suddenly *throomp!* back into existence a few feet behind Sam, still airborne, before flinging her blade at his back - it now shifted into a brutal chain, attempting to link around the back of his left leg.[/i]
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[i]Pan had, well....dun goofed. As soon as the biomass chain had reached the leg it was promptly scorched to ashes due to the thruster on his left leg.[/i] "Oh you fuсking idiot! Strength is not everything! Do you even have a modicum of spatial awareness?!" [i]Sam had questioned the biomass bitch, he repositioned his legs to quickly flip around to face Pan. The thrusters shut off as Sam pointed a fist forwards as his gauntlet flamethrower had activated, smothering the tentacle in flames.[/i]
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"A.. modic-" [i]Pandora began to scream as the tentacle was burnt. She withdrew it back and escaped the flamethrower, smothering the ashes and studying the burns. She groaned in fury, slamming it down.[/i] "Just my fuсking luck, swinging towards a.. fuсk it," [i]The biomass whоre would mutter, crushing the wound and watching it scorch and smoke, the disgusting smell of burnt flesh in the air. She attempted to shrug off the pain, staring at Sam intensely.[/i] "If strength isn't everything, then I'm sure that you're willing to throw away that pretty sword for "ideologies", hmm?" [i]Pandora would begin yet another approach, though for what reason unknown. She seemed as pissy as ever, really.[/i]
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"I said strength is not everything, intelligence is key to victory. You're unusually wary of my blade...Aha. I know why you want the blade gone. You don't know what it can do, right? Nonetheless what I can do." [i]Samuel currently had the most smug look on his face as he walked in a circle around Pan, the flamethrower shutting off.[/i] "No."
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[i]Sam had certainly called out Pan on that one. She kept her approach, though she seemed.. worried now, because of his arsenal. She didn't like the sword, at all, to say the very least.[/i] [i]With her approach, she conjured an item of her own - a massive, red-and-white machine gun of some kind, the build of the weapon built in an oddly futuristic manner. She managed to hoist it up with remarkable ease, before letting loose - .50 caliber rounds began to spray from the machine gun, those that were missing merely.. refilling the gun?[/i]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 8/31/2017 4:04:06 AM[i]Samuel's barrier shield and thrusters kicked in as soon as the gun was conjured, the shield took a couple of the shots and shattered, two more got lodged in Sam's right shoulder and arm. The armor had prevented the bullet from completely ruining his arms, but it still caused bleeding and ripped right through the carbon nanotube muscles. Now Sam had to rely on his strength alone. However, by this point Sam had the high frequency blade aimed right towards Pan, similar to a jousting knight as he charged right towards her solar plexus.[/i]
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[quote][i]Now Sam had to rely on his strength alone.[/i][/quote] [i]Oh, so it IS "only the strong survive". Motherfuсker.[/i] [i]Meanwhile, Pan was.. well, panicking. She.. had a really bad idea of what she could do to Sam, though.[/i] [i]As he drew closer, she'd perform yet another Blink - zipping through the air and appearing behind him once more, though she knew that she could only pull that off once or twice more and then need a cooldown. Focusing upon the thrusters of his armor instead of loading him with rounds, though.. the thrusters would suddenly disappear from existence, allowing Sam to crash into the concrete and dirt.[/i] [i]Though, since it was just a VR.. Sam would've likely caught on to literal deletion of objects now. And.. well, he did have a lot of armor. Additionally, he could just add the thrusters back on.[/i] [i]...Pan was being cocky, really.[/i]
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[i]A wall of pillows formed around Sam, saving him from a rash.[/i] "I find it funny you have to resort to that, Pan. Oh well. Might as well call it a win in my books, since you're too chickenshit to take a stab. Then again, it's not like it's the real thing. But....that did give me an idea. The deleting things, not the being a scared little girl part." [i]He said, kicking a pillow for no apparent reason.[/i] "I suppose this ends our fight. Proves that you can't get a good fight in the dojo, that it's just a load of bullshit."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 8/31/2017 10:58:45 PM"Shut the fuсk up," [i]Pandora's face turned into a furious red color, whilst she threw the machine gun to the ground with an angry clatter. If the original goal was to irritate her beyond all common sense, well.. it was certainly working for Sam.[/i] [i]As if wishing to eradicate him from existence, two Gaster Blasters formulated behind Pandora, releasing beams of compacted, destructive energy, each beam being about two feet wide. One to his left, one to his right, yet pointed towards his upper half.[/i] [spoiler]I'll get her MP from that in a bit.[/spoiler]
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[i]Sam had well...purposely fell on his back to avoid the lasers.[/i] "Your aim is shit! Just like your strategy!" [i]The thrusters had rematerialized on Sam's armor, and needless to say, he became a gymnast on crack, using his thrusters to...god dammit I'm ashamed to use dojo physics. He used the thrusters to do a backflip and landed on his feet.[/i]
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[i]Pandora was becoming more and more of an irritable bitch, a furious grunt escaping her bared teeth. With Sam's dodge, she began to draw closer, the Gasters still hanging overhead: if anything, she was demanding him to attack, so that he could be drawn in. Looks like she had finally grown a pair.[/i]
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[i]Sam had done the unexpected and sheathed his blade.[/i] "This is getting dull. You haven't learned a single thing, so I'm ending the fight. Nobody really learns a thing or two around here now, especially from a fight. You can bugger off to being Death or whatever you teens do nowadays." [i]The sim had ended, but what the hell was Samuel talking about? Really, this was just his attempt of making Pan go away since he didn't want to deal with her shit anymore.[/i]
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"...Teach me?" [i]...Well, Sam's plan hadn't necessarily worked.[/i] "...The stuff you were going on about. The whole.. intelligence is better than strength stuff, the.. strategy stuff. You were.. attempting to teach that." [i]Though if his plan was to give Death a guilt trip, it was.. well, working. A little bit, anyhow.[/i] "Explain the.. strategy stuff first." [i]Pan muttered in an almost embarrassed tone.[/i] "-Because everything here is fire and void, magic disintegration, holy bullshittery and insurmountable guns.. not whatever strategy is. I mean.. I have Sarah's knowledge, but there's nothing about strategy even there." [i]low-key just bashed on splash.[/i]
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"Hm. So something [b]did[/b] get through that head of yours." [i]Samuel had replied, trying to play off the fact his plan had absolutely fuсking backfired hard.[/i] "Strategy is like making a plan, but this plan utilizes an opponents weakness or strength against them. I used the flamethrower on your biomass tentacle because flesh is weak to fire, I was gambling on pissing you off however, which had worked."
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"...[i]Oh[/i]." [i]Pandora had to think about it for a little bit. She liked the sound of "strategy", Sam's explanation pooling into her mind. With that, she gave off something of a nod, even sighing a little.[/i] "So.. you're telling me that I should've stopped getting pissed and calm down. And that I shouldn't have used biomass. Maybe those.. Guardian abilities, even try melee, though you'd fry me or.. cut me open. I mean.. I'd regrow unless it cauterized, or something like that, but.. fuсking hell, I'm sorry."
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[i]Sam's helmet had hissed, releasing the lock and it folded down, showing Sam with a rather confused look on his face.[/i] "Sorry for what? It's not like you did anything wrong, it was perfectly reasonable to feel that. But...before you start worrying about other people's weaknesses, you ought to work on your own. Try to round yourself out in terms of abilities and emotions. Though, nobody can truly cover everything."
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[i]Pandora was put into deep thought for a little bit, still thinking about.. stratagem. She hadn't ever considered her own weaknesses, really.[/i] "...Well. I'm.. dependent on abilities. I know it's bad that I'm telling an opponent that.. and whoever watches this sim. But.. it's true. But I can be.. flexible, I suppose is the right word. As in, I can adapt. Adaptable." [i]Versatile was probably the right word.[/i]
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"That's a prime issue I've seen at my time here. Everyone relies on their abilities like its going out of style. Working on your melee skills should be priority. I got an idea for you....pick a weapon that you like." [i]The VR Room materialized a training dummy, while Samuel had materialized 3 weapons. One of which was a carbon black cutlass, the other was a two handed greatsword which seemed more useful for cleaving than stabbing or slashing, and finally the other was a spear.[/i] "You will be fighting this dummy with one of these weapons. If you don't like any of them then I can get you another. No knives because that's for when you have absolutely nothing else. In which case it's rather easy to use a knife, I bet even a child could use one." [i]I may have just referenced Undertale.[/i]
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[i]Pandora studied the weapons, before deciding on using the greatsword, hoisting it up on her own. It was likely thanks to whatever supernatural strength that she had that allowed her to hoist it up.. until Sam could see the strain on her body. The woman held the sword up, before placing the blade upon her shoulder, resting it upon her shoulder trap and releasing a breath.[/i] "Alright.. what now?"
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"Are you sure you wanna use something like that? Seems rather uncomfortable to use from what I'm seeing. Oh well, see if you can swing the blade into the dummy. If you want to switch out, that is fine." [i]Sam had said, the training dummy moving forwards into range of the blade.[/i] "The trick with greatswords like that is to cleave into your enemy, you don't worry about armor, the blade will handle that."
