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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/1/2017 3:58:50 AM
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"The sky," [i]Jason's slightly distorted voice crackled through his microphone in response, the fact that he was nonetheless a dad more than obvious right in that moment, while he grinned wide and devious.[/i] "And, yeah, lots of guns -- kinda my thing at this point, to be honest."
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Edited by Stitch: 12/1/2017 4:01:13 AM"Huh. A bit overkill...just a bit. We're hunting hell hounds not trolls." Artemis commented, chuckling.
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"Overkill? Nah, nah..." [i]He took his hands off of the FAL, leaving it hanging on the forest green cord-thing that attached to it. He stuck his hands out, blue... pixels starting to float off of his outstretched palms as... something started to materialize. It took a good few seconds, but soon enough, he held what was... absolutely a fuсking cannon. Its barrel was roughly half his total height, while the "magazine" below it was at least as big as his chest, filled with what seemed to be 90mm shells.[/i] "...this would be overkill." [i]He chuckled softly, somehow managing all that weight with his own two arms... A handful of seconds later, the cannon had been dematerialized.[/i]
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Artemis nodded when it appeared. "That's nice. Reminds me of the rifles my people use on a daily basis to hunt small game." Lyn stared wide eyed at the cannon and then at Artemis. "What the hell? Why do they even make those things?"
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[i]He let out an approving whistle at what Artemis said, already planning on dropping by to grab some shit, because... well, he absolutely loved his guns. A lot.[/i] "Your people used to hunt with things like that? On small game? Man, remind me to visit whatever hole you came from..."
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She giggled and shook her head. "They hate outsiders and the only reason they can is because they turn into 20 feet tall werewolves....No, I-I don't if you were going to ask. I'm...kinda a runt."
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"Well, sounds like I gotta... not become an outsider, then." [i]He chuckled quietly, hands gripping his FN FAL once more, nodding at Artemis and Lyn both after to start leading the way to wherever it was they were headed.[/i] "I'm Jason, by the way."
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The two girls began walking towards the nearby forest. "Artemis." Arty was straight to the point. "My name is Lyndis, but you can call me Lyn." Lyn sounded a bit more friendly and talkative. On the way Artemis explained more about being an outsider. "The only time an outsider was ever let in camp was when my sister got married to an outsider. Unless you happen to marry one of my kind, it's not happening. That part is actually impossible since I'm the only girl that comes out here and I'm telling you now there's no way in hell."
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[i]At Artemis' comment, Jason couldn't help but let out a laugh, acting quick to stifle it so the half-furry wouldn't feel all too laughed at, because well... he figured that'd be bad for the money he was planning on making off of this. He cleared his throat, speaking up in response after.[/i] "I wouldn't even try marrying you, little lady -- or getting... involved with you at all. You're quite literally less than a third of my age, ya know." [i]If his guess at her actual age was correct... probably wasn't because she was likely some 3000-year-old or whatever, because every other person in the Dojo was, but... eh, still. He grimaced, absentmindedly tapping his left ring finger against the side of his gun's barrel... ...he'd been married once already, and it hadn't ended pleasantly. Technically, he was still married.[/i]
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She laughed back. "You never know with the sick *ss people that live around here, you know? For all I know you were some creep."
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"Me, a pedophile? No, no, no... I'm the direct opposite of a pedophile, if nothing else." [i]He left it at that, the indication clear and open -- "opposite of a pedophile" was pretty obvious on what it meant, after all.[/i]
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They'd eventually reach the forest. The trees were huge, going several hundred feet into the sky, trunks thicker than cars. "Now, we would've climbed the trees to help with scouting, but there's no way Mr. Tank is climbing trees." Artemis said, gesturing to Jason
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"Ha! Just watch me, miss. A tank I may be, but I'm an [i]agile[/i] tank, surprising as it is." [i]It was pretty true, unrealistic as it was. Jason could be both fast and dexterous if he so desired, even if he preferred to stay still, tank, and obliterate all in one go... big guns and heavy armour were handy.[/i]
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"I highly doubt a huge hulking thing like what you're wearing could possibly be agile enough to climb a tree...also there's the fact it weighs way too much."
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"Ech, just start climbing, eh? I'll show you... both of you. I can climb and I can climb perfectly fine."
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Artemis rolled her eyes before taking one jump, landing on one of the highest branches. Lyn sighed before slowly starting to climb branch by branch.
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[i]Jason bent his knees, his artificial muscles tensing up, the servos and equally as artificial muscle bundles within his armour powering up. He leaped upwards, the thrusters on his suit aiding the jump... and soon enough, he steadily landed on both feet, right next to Artemis.[/i] "Told ya."
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Edited by Stitch: 12/1/2017 7:45:25 AMThe branch below him then made an audible crack. "Told ya." The branch then snapped under his immense weight, causing him to fall.
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[i]Minus the fact that Artemis would fall as well, Jason had already jumped ship by the time the branch first started cracking. He nonchalantly jumped on over to a higher branch, making a rather... obtuse shrugging gesture, almost as if mocking Artemis.[/i] "Told ya."
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Arty easily just stepped to another branch, having the agility to do so. "Aaand..." The branch under Jason broke again. "...told ya so. None of these branches can hold that armor's weight."
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[i]And again, by the time it started breaking, he just leaped off to a different branch, annoyingly nonchalant and casual as he did. He really didn't give a shit -- or at least, so it seemed.[/i] "Oh no," [i]He sarcastically remarked, leaving a trail of broken branches in his wake as he made his way to the top of the tree,[/i] "They're breaking." [i]He could've just flown himself to the top of the tree, but... that wouldn't have been fun.[/i]
