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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
11/13/2017 5:38:32 AM
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[i][b]The Courier’s Couriers[/b][/i]
[b]Outside of the Dojo Gates, 12:23 AM[/b]
[i]The night was clear, but the air was frigid and snow lay on the ground, everything coated in a fine white powder, looking as picturesque as a postcard. The path to the gates was clear, at least until two figures appeared on it, materializing out of the air with little more than the noise of a quiet breeze.
One stood just a tad shorter than the other, and was clad in a sleek exosuit. The figure looked to be male, and had a backpack slung across its shoulders. A bandolier crossed his chest, and a single knife, a KA-BAR, hung at his hip. The eyes of the helmet glowed a cool and calm blue, contrasting with the grey steel and carbon exo.
Beside him, the other figure was wearing a pair of black jeans, snakeskin boots, and a black leather field jacket, its figure more feminine. A bandolier loaded with bullets crossed her chest, and another one crossed her waist. On her back, a lever-action rifle, on her hip, a .357 magnum. Her knife, a hunting knife, was tucked under the bandolier on her chest. Her face was hidden beneath a ballistics mask, half of it painted white, the other half black. Her posture gave away her annoyance.[/i]
“Jesus it’s cold...”
[i]She said, trudging through the snow, muttering curses beneath her breath.
The other figure followed, making a snowball and pegging her in the back.[/i]
“Cut it out, you d*ck. I’m already cold enough!”
[i]She hissed in response.
Her companion laughed, sounding no older than perhaps sixteen. [/i]
“Come on, think of it as vacation.”
[i]He said nonchalantly.[/i]
“This isn’t vacation. We’re literally here to pick up dad’s sh*t and leave.”
[i]The female replied.[/i]
“Holy sh*t how come you’ve never called him dad before?”
“I just don’t do it in front of anyone... not comfortable with it.”
[i]The teenager in the exosuit took that as his cue to shut up, and so he did. Both of them approached the gates, the snow gently crunching beneath their feet as they came, before the girl shouted. [/i]
“HELLOOOOOO?!!”
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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Rose watched the two from the treelines a good quarter mile to their west. She had never seen them, and by far they looked like had some damn good loot. The exosuit for the most part is what she wanted. But then there was the problem of the girl, and how it would all work out. Somehow though she would find a way, or just talk for now, and see who they where. They where both armed fairly well, and would prove a fight. So why not scout them? So, she waited, watching from where she hid.
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[i]The girl seemed to be talking to someone at the gates, looking annoyed. The teenager in the exo stood idly until deciding that pegging his companion with a snowball would be amusing. She then turned and yelled at him, only to get another snowball thrown at her. It was all rather amusing to watch from a distance. [/i]
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She huffed, from the distance though she was impossible to hear. Watching them though, the person throwing snowballs was definitely far underage, the woman though most likely could pass for mid twenties by her guess. It was hard to say however.
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[i]The two she was watching got into it again, appearing to be talking, The woman most certainly upset at the teenager. They behaved almost like siblings.[/i]
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Rose smirked. Siblings, of course. So far though they seemed to be having problems getting inside. She could help, gain their trust. Maybe... Ah what the hell, she stood up then, and made her way towards them.
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[i]Her approach went well, until she’d been spotted from the corner of the woman’s eye. The reaction was instantaneous, her rifle coming off of her back and up to her shoulder in mere seconds, a round chambered with a pull of the lever. The boy turned around quickly, but did not draw any weapon, instead watching as the other woman approached.[/i] “Piss off if you’re looking for trouble.” [i]The woman warned, sounding like she clearly wasn’t in the mood for anything.[/i]
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"Do you want into the damn place or not?" She had to ask it, stopping halfway and raising her hands in defense.
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“Yeah... getting in would be nice.” [i]She lowered the rifle, but kept it in hand and readied. The teenager was silent, looking almost bored with the whole thing, as if he’d seen such interactions before.[/i]
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Dropping her arms, she let out a sigh of relief, then motioned to hold on for a second. Walking towards the entrance, she set both hands against the metal, feeling it for a blind moment before stepping back. Taking a small leap, she drew back and thrust both hands out, a sudden loud cry from the metal then as it shrieked and then dented backwards as if some great force had hit it. Then, she rested both hands against it, and dug her fingers into the metal, and pried a hole in it, making it bigger and bigger.
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[i]Beneath their helmets, both individuals were just a little bit shocked to see her pry the metal backwards and rip a hole through, but nonetheless, they were grateful.[/i] “I’m guessing they won’t care too much about that... or else we’ll get blamed and shot at...” [i]The woman said, sarcastically.[/i]
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"Oh, no. I probably pissed off some people doing this. So I give it roughly thirty minutes before it is whatever law enforcement there is shows up." The girl shrugged, and slinked inside the now ruined gate.
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“Do they have cops here?” [i]The teenager asked, an actual serious question.[/i] “Hope not, considering we’re taking shit that’s not technically ours and we don’t have any actual stuff that explains any of it in detail.” [i]The woman entered, slipping through, the teenager following. [/i]
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The metalbender stood aside, letting them in while she watched them both and the surrounding area.
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[i]They’d walked into the Dojo and set straight away for the living quarters. They both seemed dead set on getting to something there. Their reasoning had yet to be made clear.[/i]
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Rose tailed them, curious to find out exactly what it was they where doing. The girl at heart was a bandit, and getting into situations she shouldn't was her specialty.
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[i]Upon arriving at the living quarters, they quickly snuck inside, and began their search. They were obviously looking for a room, and they seemed to know what they were after. Heading down a hallway and through the building, they arrived at an end room, and unlocked the door before walking inside and closing it.[/i]
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Rose waited a good distance away, watching the place as she waited for anything to happen.
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[i]They remained inside for nearly half an hour before walking out of the room, both of them carrying tons of weapons. The woman had nearly ten plasma rifles slung across her back, pistols stuffed into her bandoliers and pockets. The teenager’s backpack bristled with explosives, and a grenade launcher was slung across his back. He carried two general-purpose machine guns and belts of ammunition.[/i]
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[i]Christ those two are armed for war...[/i] She had to admit it, while she loved weapons, my god what where they doing with enough firepower to make a militia faint?
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[i]The two paid little mind to anyone, walking off on their own with the weaponry.[/i] “Yo did you rig up the transmat stuff?” [i]The woman said, looking to the teenager.[/i] “Yeah. It’s good. He should get it soon, I hope.” [i]He replied, the two leaving the building.[/i]
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Most likely they meant teleportation, usually how it went when a word like that was used. That would mean there wasn't much she could do really, not anymore.
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[spoiler]Bump[/spoiler]
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"What do you want?"says Xexa [i]she was sitting in the tree wearing of all things black shorts and a red t-shirt. She didn't seem at all fazed by the cold weather as she hopped down from the branch she was just sitting on. She was a 6'1" in height with purplish grey skin. She had long electric blue hair and fuchsia colored eyes. She walked up to them as they stand there. [/i]
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"What do you want?" Alpha asked the group, sitting in front of the gates. Her voice was modulated, computerized somewhat. She wore a black tank top and black sweatpants, not needing a coat when she already had fur.
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“What do you think I want?” [i]The woman asked, placing her hands on her hips annoyedly.[/i] “Let us in! It’s f*ckin’ cold out here!” [i]She shot back.[/i] [i]The figure with her said nothing, merely listening to the exchange.[/i]
