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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/15/2017 11:18:05 PM
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[b][i]One if the bars around the Dojo...[/i][/b]
[b][i]It was a quieter night at one of the fine drinking establishments around the area, though quiet at night for a bar was quite relative. There were all sorts of men and women mov big around, of human races and other, warriors and other types. Alcohol was drunk, brawls were quickly shut down by the bartender, a younger male in his 20's, who in the right light might look female. Overall, it was an average night at the bar.[/i][/b]
[b][i]A man sat in one of the booths, drinking by his lonesome self. He didn't seem to hate it though, smiling a bit as he drink from the bottle in his hand, the label reading[/i][/b] [i]Torchwood Whiskey.[/i] [b][i]The man's skin was tanned, his black hair styled but a little messy. He wore nicer clothes, a dress shirt with the first few buttons undone of a dark red colour, a white undershirt barely visible underneath. Dark blue jeans accompanied these, with no alcohol spilt on them. He could be considered good looking by some, his bluish purple eyes glancing around the room as he sat drinking. Maybe someone would approach him to play a game, or even just chat. At this point, he had no clue on how the night would go...[/i][/b]
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"Mother..." A man said, loudly from his own booth, two drunk men standing over him. "I f***ed your mother..." One of the drunk men joked, causing the second to break down into laughter. "At least she got paid for it." The sitting man said, focusing on his drink with a stupid grin, an obscure cowboy accent heard in his voice. "Wha-" The first drunk man said, before the seated man send a punch into his stomach. The drunkard stumbled back, and the seated man jumped out of the booth, slamming his fist Into the second drunkard. Both fell to the ground, and the previously seated man looked around, angry. "Don't f*** with Gabriel Hawthorne!" The [url=https://imgur.com/E4riKYh]man[/url] yelled, walking towards the bar before stumbling into a booth, sitting across from the man in it. "Cheers mate." He said, his cowboy accent vanishing and replacing itself with a British one. "Torchwood Whiskey? I remember Torchwood..." He said with a light laugh, leaning into the booth. Clearly, he was drunk.
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Edited by Lordbakon: 10/16/2017 12:07:25 AM[b][i]Leon laughed a bit, looking at the man and gesturing with the bottle.[/i][/b] "I'm surprised if you can remember anything right now mate." [b][i]He said as he looked at the man, trying to make sure he could see if he was about to be attacked[/i][/b]
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"I managed to remember my name." Gabriel said with a chuckle, looking up at ceiling and taking a deep breath. "I'm Gabriel." He looked down, eyeing the man across from him and extending a hand. "Super cool doctor."
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"Leon, modern day knight." [b][i]He said laughing a bit as he shook the man's hand. As they made contact Gabriel felt a shock, enough to be a little painful but not to really hurt much[/i][/b]
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"Not the only thing you are..." Gabriel retracted his hand, shaking it out for a moment from the shock. "Lightning, eh? Not a fan of lightning uses." He said, eyeing Leon. "Not exactly a fan of any kind of user. Got a thing for killing mages and witches. You a Mage, Leon?" Gabriel asked, leaning into the booth again.
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"No, I'm a soldier. Lancer corps, basically my job is to drive straight at enemies with a spear." [b][i]He said. It would sound like a joke to most but it was clear he was serious.[/i][/b] "The electrokinetics, aka the thing I have no clue how I do, is just an added bonus. Only people I kill is terrorists."
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"Good man!" Gabe exclaimed, moving out of the booth before stumbling. "Be a dear would you? I need to get to the bar." Gabriel looked over his shoulder, stumbling back towards Leon.
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[b][i]He sighed, assisting the man over to the bar.[/i][/b] "For a doctor you sure know how to do some damage to your liver."
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"I'll have you know that alcohol doesn't effect me! So ha..." The man said, sitting in a stool and swiveling around in it. "But why do I matter?! Lancer Corps... Do tell me more." He came to a halt, leaning on the bar and ordering a drink from the young bartender.
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"Well, they have you a motorcycle, a spear, and a crossbow, and told you to cause some havoc." [b][i]He said grinning a bit.[/i][/b] "I was part of a squad, supposed to be the best of the best. Called us The Horsemen's Heralds. Eight of us in total, and we would shatter enemy formations like a sledgehammer to thin glass." [b][i]He said laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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"Doesn't seem very effective in the long run though. Guns and all that." Sebastian said, chugging down the glass of whiskey that the bartender had brought.
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"See, where I come from, your fancy firearms don't exist, and most people don't have abilities like I do. Warfare is very similar to how it was in the dark ages."
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"Yet you have motorcycles? This is some sort of Into The Badlands shit." Gabe laughed stupidly, laying his head down on the bar.
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"Now that I know firearms exist I don't know how this wasn't logical progression either to tell you the truth."
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"Firearms aren't easy to make." The man sat up, pivoting the chair around once again and coming to a halt. He winked, trying to get the attention of one of the girls in the room, who blew him off.
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"It's not like my world is full of idiots, we managed to invent internet and motorcycles all the same as you." [b][i]He said, laughing a bit as he watched the situation unfold.[/i][/b]
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"That's... Certainly interesting. What about Archers? You guys must have Archers!"
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"If you mean can I hit a man in the eyeball from a couple hundred yards while moving about a hundred miles per hour, than yes, we have archers. Very skilled ones, some that can shoot even better than me."
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"I prefer firearms for that sort of shot. Bows take too much math. I was never big on math." The man started swiveling in his chair again, resulting in him Puking on the ground. "Fúck." He said, sitting up and getting off the chair, stumbling back towards the booth.
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[b][i]He assisted the man.[/i][/b] "Trust me, with the power behind these crossbows, it takes a lot less math than you'd think. Moving while shooting adds some difficulty I will admit."
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"The driving is the easy thing to figure out, really. It's the where to shoot that isn't so much." Gabe said, taking a seat in the booth..
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"True, but it adds one more calculation into the mix. On the bright side I can basically teach university physics."
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"Cool." Gabe said, his head falling onto the table. "Oof. I feel like shit. I'm gonna take a nap. You Mind?"
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"By all means. I'll try to resist using a sharpie on your face." [b][i]He said jokingly [/i][/b]
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"Thanks." With that, the man fell asleep, snoring ever so lightly.
