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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/23/2017 4:30:04 PM
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[spoiler]thot patrol is here[/spoiler]
[i]The transmission appeared in the top right corner of Jason's HUD in white lettering rimmed with black, the man groaning quietly when his silver eyes darted over it. He groaned quietly and to none other than himself, his Glock Knife currently dug to the guard in some poor sod's throat, blood seeping past from the initial entry and the premature exit both.[/i]
"Fffffffffuсking teenagers," [i]He groaned through his old, Barbuta-style helmet, voice crackling with a static undertone caused by the microphone that he automatically spoke through, while the guy underneath him slowly blinked in confusion while he was, well, dying.[/i] "Whatever, it's pretty near, I'll go... crash their party."
[i]Not as much as five minutes later, the Russian strolled into camp, and no, I'm not gonna bother describing him because you already know and I'm very lazy. I will, however, describe his weapons.
In a black, polyester sheath on his left shoulder sat his knife, the equally as black hilt facing forwards and diagonally downwards so that the mercenary could easily draw it when needed. At his lower back, he held his energy-saber, the chrome-like metal covered in a thin layer of ice because of the cold temperatures. As far as guns went, he had a SCAR-H STD (means standard, not an actual STD you cuck), attached to a sling that hung around his neck, right hand holding it close to his body, fingers wrapped around the grip.[/i]
"I expected shitty teenagers," [i]He grumbled, snow crunching beneath his boots as he casually approached, the horns attached to his helmet covered in a thin coat of snow, though it fell off as he shook his head with a wry chuckle.[/i] "Nope, just a bunch of chicks with a fine taste in weaponry."
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[i]Before the two others could properly introduce themselves to the Mary Sue- erm, soldier of which had approached them, the Mandalorian would take some interest in him, or at least the equipment that he bore. She approached, without jerking away at one of the blasters at her hips, or flicking the safeties off of one of her utility weapons in her gauntlets, speaking and surveying away.[/i] "Badass SCAR-H, always wanted to fire one.. a combat knife. Haven't got more of your back, though hopefully that isn't it: you're the first one to show up with actual guns, not magical almighty powers or superb melee prowess, some bullshit like that." [i]The bounty hunter would smile, at that. Meanwhile, the woman that had retrieved her icy javelin would sigh, her breathing given away by the residue left in the freezing air, yet she simply didn't seem to care about the weather, as her silent companion upon the bench didn't as well.[/i] "First one? Other than the gladiator and the poor girl that you couldn't keep your eyes off of." [i]She would murmur, though the bounty hunter would ignore her.[/i] "...So," [i]Zara said, a thin smile slowly edging across her face, green eyes looking up at Jason's taller, towering posture.[/i] "Guess you're here for combat, then? Fuсkin' great, except.. unless there's shielding in there too, I don't want to blast a hole in you."
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[spoiler]tbf Mary Sue isn't really inaccurate[/spoiler] [i]The super soldier started slowing his brisk pace down once the bounty hunter started approaching him, stopping completely when she was near, his fur-coated shoulders slowly starting to develop a coat of snow as the rest of him had, the plating cold enough not to melt the white. He smirked, hand remaining on the grip of his assault rifle, even if his index finger remained off the trigger. Now that Zera was so close, she could see that Jason was even more loaded on guns beneath that cloak of his, what seemed to be two identical shotguns between his lower back and his shoulder blades, held in place by seemingly nothing. They were both painted a matte black, loaded with large drum magazines that probably held around twenty shells. By the looks of them, they were semi-auto.[/i] "Almighty powers? Oh, Christ, miss me with that crаp... superb melee prowess might be in there, though. And yeah, suit's protected by a shield." [i]A soft chuckle emanated from the helmet, the merc rolling his shoulders as his gaze broke away from the Mandalorian to look over at her companions, giving them a one-over and a quick scan with his HUD. Nothing important, really.[/i] "But, I was thinking that there might've been possibility for all three?" [i]Lenny face.[/i] [spoiler]kms[/spoiler]
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"All three, huh? That number might.. change." [i]Evidentially, there wasn't too special about the one throwing the frozen lance - other than the factors that she appeared to have been a mage, and that the lance that she was utilizing was unique on it's own. It wasn't a regular formation of ice, oh no, not a random icicle that she had generated or found lying about.[/i] [i]Jason would find more amongst the sitting being, the one adorned within a shell of metallic armor in such freezing temperatures to the point that frost lined her armoring. The armor itself appeared to have been an alloy of synthetic alloys utilized by the Guardians, combining their usages of ceramite and ballistic weave, with yet.. another unrecognizable metal. A living metal, it seemed to have been. The secondary metal seemed to be blocking off everything else that Jason tried to peer into, as if intentionally ensuring that his eye would not study too much. An interruption of the HUD, if anything - as a foggy texture clouded Celkym's being.[/i] [i]Aliens, if anything.[/i] [i]Zara, meanwhile, scratched the back of her head yet continued to smirk a little as she studied the weapons. She had a plan against the combatant. Elizabeth was useless unless she brought Zara down to the man's level, but Celkym was.. well, seemingly fine in such a fight.[/i]
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[i]Jason didn't pay the woman with the icy magic and the trident-like weapon little mind, since she would barely be a threat, really... Ice would make his armour lock up if she dropped the temperature low enough, but the weapon she wielded was barely even noteworthy since it'd either shatter on impact and not even pierce, or just... not pierce. The alien was a bit more worthy of note and interest, since she seemed sci-fi enough, and being sci-fi was really the only "easy" way to do something against a ginormous Mary Sue like Jason. Still, he couldn't help but smirk to himself, flicking the safety on his SCAR off, then pulling the bolt on the side back with a satisfying "ka-chrik" noise. He nodded in response to Zera's question, wanting all three of the ladies to come at him in a big ol' gank, because nothing was more exhilarating than being outnumbered.[/i] "Might it now? And, yeah, all three of you, at me."
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"Yep. Blame Celkym if anything-" [i]A sudden *whoosh* noise would suddenly whisk over the plain area, as Zara's body would suddenly fragment and crack with a frightening bright energy, before her being would suddenly become ethereal, then disappear in a flurry of cubic particles. The same would happen to Elizabeth, her own form suddenly dissipating as if absorbed and taken by some outside force.[/i] [i]All that remained was Celkym, as she would nod towards Jason.[/i] >"Just repositioning. Both of their positions, armoring, and such were dreadful."< [i]An odd set of words, from a woman who was left out in the open. It was enough that she had given away one ability: transporting individuals utilizing some sort of networking. Whether this included Jason as well, was the question. Of which, this Celkym seemed to bring up.[/i] >"Would you like to head somewhere else for combat? The Dojo Mountain would surely draw in others.. others whom aren't exactly the most fond of our "Thоt Trio"."< [i]Weirdass alien lady.[/i]
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[spoiler]*casually replies like two days later*[/spoiler] [i]Jason was just left rather bewildered when the other two T H O T S were teleported or... fuсking removed from existence or whatever. He already groaned within his thoughts at an opponent capable of teleportation since that stuff was just boring, bland, annoying, one-dimensional, and so very easily expected because most of the time it was just used to avoid each and every single attack. Fun. He rolled his shoulders even in his armour, right hand absentmindedly moving back to the safety of his gun, giving it a quick flick back on. Then, he simply made a 'hmm' noise as his SCAR-H disappeared completely, seeming to "pixelate" and fade away with its cord and all, only to vanish completely in a dim blast of blue light that became lighter towards its core, where it was fully white.[/i] "I, uh... Y'all should seriously consider getting a new name, because 'thot trio' just sounds like something thought up by a fuсkin'... twelve-year-old. Your Star Wars bud probably has the mentality of one, but still.... fuсkin' cosplay nerds..." [i]He crackled his metal knuckles on his now empty hands as his sentence trailed off towards the end, becoming little more than a mutter to himself. His silver eyes gave Celkym a once-over or two, before he slowly nodded, coming to an answer he had been mulling over for a while regardless.[/i] "Yeah, sure, let's head elsewhere. I've been itching for some excitement."
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[spoiler]tbf Mary Sue isn't really inaccurate[/spoiler] [i]The super soldier started slowing his brisk pace down once the bounty hunter started approaching him, stopping completely when she was near, his fur-coated shoulders slowly starting to develop a coat of snow as the rest of him had, the plating cold enough not to melt the white. He smirked, hand remaining on the grip of his assault rifle, even if his index finger remained off the trigger. Now that Zera was so close, she could see that Jason was even more loaded on guns beneath that cloak of his, what seemed to be two identical shotguns between his lower back and his shoulder blades, held in place by seemingly nothing. They were both painted a matte black, loaded with large drum magazines that probably held around twenty shells. By the looks of them, they were semi-auto.[/i] "Almighty powers? Oh, Christ, miss me with that crаp... superb melee prowess might be in there, though. And yeah, suit's protected by a shield." [i]A soft chuckle emanated from the helmet, the merc rolling his shoulders as his gaze broke away from the Mandalorian to look over at her companions, giving them a one-over and a quick scan with his HUD. Nothing important, really.[/i] "But, I was thinking that there might've been possibility for all three?" [i]Lenny face.[/i] [spoiler]kms[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]tbf Mary Sue isn't really inaccurate[/spoiler] [i]The super soldier started slowing his brisk pace down once the bounty hunter started approaching him, stopping completely when she was near, his fur-coated shoulders slowly starting to develop a coat of snow as the rest of him had, the plating cold enough not to melt the white. He smirked, hand remaining on the grip of his assault rifle, even if his index finger remained off the trigger. Now that Zera was so close, she could see that Jason was even more loaded on guns beneath that cloak of his, what seemed to be two identical shotguns between his lower back and his shoulder blades, held in place by seemingly nothing. They were both painted a matte black, loaded with large drum magazines that probably held around twenty shells. By the looks of them, they were semi-auto.[/i] "Almighty powers? Oh, Christ, miss me with that crаp... superb melee prowess might be in there, though. And yeah, suit's protected by a shield." [i]A soft chuckle emanated from the helmet, the merc rolling his shoulders as his gaze broke away from the Mandalorian to look over at her companions, giving them a one-over and a quick scan with his HUD. Nothing important, really.[/i] "But, I was thinking that there might've been possibility for all three?" [i]Lenny face.[/i] [spoiler]kms[/spoiler]
