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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 5:41:02 AM
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She does exit through the window, this time working to keep in his sight, moving upwards towards the roof easily.
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[i]JT joined her, climbing out with practiced ease. Of all the people to know how to scale a wall with perfect form, a -blam!-ing cowboy could. [/i]
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She moved slowly along the rooftop, careful to stay in his sight in the swirling dust.
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[i]Thankfully for the both of them, the storm had almost subsided entirely. He followed the assassin, easily keeping her pace. [/i]
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Noting this, she sped up, eyes tracking everything.
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[i]JT wasn't as focused on the surroundings as much as the person he followed. For once he wasn't staring at her ass, rather he was just trying to follow her. [/i]
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Her movements were almost creepily quiet and efficient, she danced back and forth as she moved, sometimes lying almost flat, other times making a silent leap. It was sort of like watching a spy in the movies dodging laser grids, but she was dodging lines of sight instead.
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[i]JT on the other hand, he was having a -blam!-ing field day over there. Each of his jumps were calculated, the flashy sprints he did reverberated off the ground and the ground alone. It brought memories of his youth back, and damn he loved every second. [/i]
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He draws a couple curious glances, but nothing else,as Divia takes advantage of the distraction and bounds to the roofs on the opposite side of the street and keeps moving forwards until she stops.
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[i]The Cowboy had stopped on a rooftop to the other side, looking over with a curious glance. [/i]
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Divia was tracking, well everyone, but one person in particular. She followed one person, whom looked quite scared, as he ducked into a building.
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[i]JT had spotted the man and marked him up with Tag Sight, and was now tracking him through the walls with his Augs. He was like a predator, and followed with his hand holding the grip of a revolver from the roofs. [/i]
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Divia was gone from his sight again, and the man looked like he was talking with somebody or somebodies.
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[i]JT was fairly accustomed to Divia disappearing, so he just tailed the figure and watched from afar. He knew there was something the assassin was planning. [/i]
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The man he was tracking hit the floor, and there were three sharp cracks intermeshed with quieter pops, a faint slithering, a crackle, something slicey sounding, a muffled groan, and several thuds.
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[i]"Damn this chick's overkill," JT muttered to himself, smiling sadistically. He never was one for murder, although he did enjoy seeing a display of skill like that. [/i]
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Divia opens the door and walks out. “Problem dealt with.”
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[i]"Good shit, you'll have t'show me how you did that shit one day." [/i]
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“I could now.” She offers.
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[i]"Please, do."[/i]
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“Computer, replay my most recent actions.” The world shifts to the interior of the building. 9 men stand, sit, and lean on stools, seats, and tables, some drinking, all listening to the man as he speaks silently. The roof promptly came out and Divia, tendrils out, dropped in on top of him, driving a knife into the back of his head. She moved with lightning speed as the criminals drew. She fired six shots into six eye sockets, and three guns went off as their owners stiffened. All the while she was moving, two tendrils held two knives which slit two throats before she slammed her glowing left palm over the last man’s mouth before he could scream. In less than a second, he was an emaciated husk, and hit the floor.
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[i]"You're an attractive Cthulhu, good to know," JT jokingly said as he watched Divia's movements, each kill noted. He saw her efficiency and disregard of their own movements - Something he could respect. [/i]
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“If I were Cthulhu , I’d have just rent their minds asunder from a dimension away.” She jokes
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[i]"Right, this is much more fun though," JT said. Perhaps he was, in fact, taking some enjoyment here. [/i]
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“Yes, it is rather fun.” She smiles a little, slightly psychotically
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[i]"Hey, mind doing me a favour and settin' me up a target?" [/i]
