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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/3/2017 11:28:29 PM
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"I smell bloodshed! I'm in!"
On a lawn chair sat Bedlam, drinking a koolaid pouch with sunglasses shading his eyes. The young man chuckled, enjoying his view.
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[b][i]The camp was bustling with activity: Golem and people moving crates and chatting, people drinking, some being a bit crazier (though it was mainly the Warpaths and a few others). Those who were soldiers were easier to tell apart from the regular civilian as they donned military fatigues either fully or partially. They were grey uniforms, in a urban camo fashion, some wearing full shirt pants and boots, while others donned just the pants and a white t-shirt. What they all had though, was a dark green band around the arm with a symbol that looked like a native mask with three claw marks going through it, the symbol for the PMC. Nearby some say at a table in drank, the most noticiable being a man with blue skin and green dreadlocked hair and the man next to him, sharing stories with civilians. Another with a wood golem of very light birch wood which matched his skin tone lifted a kid onto its shoulder, as he laughed a bit, before setting him down. The man had short cut, red hair. The sound of a brawl could also be heard where a crowd had gathered [/i][/b]
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Bedlam shrugged and got up, walking over to the crowd that had gathered around a brawl, curious. "What's goin' on 'roung 'ere?"
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[b][i]People cheered as two men fought int he center. The first was a 5'8" man, his hair his skin tan and hair black. He was wearing a white t-shirt, uniform pants and boots as he fought another soldier. The man was in full uniform, looking quite strong and about 6'3". His skin was light green, his eyes all black as he through a hook punch at the shorter man. Tyvos, the shorter man, dodged under it, slamming a knee into his thigh, a pressure point that caused him to fall to a knee. As the larger man threw another punch at Tyvos, he once again evaded, letting it just barely miss as he slammed an elbow I to the man's floating rib, head butting him. Tyvos recovered from the daze first, slamming an uppercut into the man's jaw and knocking him over. The fight had been going on for a bit as it finished, Tyvos walking around with arms raised, people cheering on the victor. He let out a heart laugh, revealing his razor sharp teeth like those of a canine.[/i][/b]
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Bedlam clapped a little and whistled, entertained. "That was pretty good..."
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[b][i]Tyvos looked over at Bedlam, panting a bit from the fighting. He had clearly taken a few blows, but was doing alright. He performed an elaborate bow, clearly meant to be a joke.[/i][/b] "Thanks mate." [b][i]He said, an Australian accent to his voice. Or what sounded similar to one at least[/i][/b]
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"You brawl like this often or did this guy do something to deserve getting the sh*t beaten out of him?" The young man smiled in a friendly manner. "The name's Bedlam."
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"Not the craziest shit us Warpaths do in our spare time." [b][i]He said laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Best war to improve in something is to practice, right? Names Tyvos, most call me Gnasher though cause of the teeth. Ty works too." [b][i]He said. He extended a hand to the man for a handshake[/i][/b]
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Bedlam shook it for a second before pulling his hand back. "Warpaths? What's a Warpath? That a club you're in or something?"
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[b][i]He laughed a bit, grinning.[/i][/b] "We're the suicide mission runners. What's the motto boys?" [b][i]He said, looking over to a man in the crowd as a synchronized speaking could be head[/i][/b] "HEAD FIRST INTO HELL!" [b][i]The few scattered in the crowd would shout, laughing a bit as Tyvos did as well.[/i][/b] "We get there before anyone else, scare the shït out of the enemies and do as much damage as we can before the main forces get there."
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"Ah, you're the suicide squad. Fun." Bedlam chuckled, enjoying the enthusiasm from the men. "It seems you all love this job."
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"Well that's cause we're all adrenaline junkies. We know we've got one of the higher mortality rates in Nokomis, but we're more than happy to run ablaze straight at the enemies. Then again, you see a flaming creature with a shotgun and your first reaction generally isn't 'hold your ground' is it?"
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"Most people would run screaming, I'd imagine." Bedlam laughed a bit more. "Luckily, I'm not most people."
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"Most people DO run screaming. And then they get shot, makes them really easy to find." [b][i]He said laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "though I know some of these guys wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the golems. Running head first at the enemy as a human is a lot scarier than with a golem. I'd know, I've done both."
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"Hmm. The giant golems would provide nice cover. They're like tanks back in World War 1..." He thought out loud.
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"If those things could crush cars and fire explosives." [b][i]He said laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Cmon, I'll let you get an up close look at a golem if ya want."
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"Oooh! Can I ride it too?!" He said, jokingly with a laugh. "Sure, man. Thanks."
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"No problem. And unfortunately, you can't operate the golem. Takes a good deal of time to create the mental link, and it's one per golem." [b][i]He said as he began to walk, waving Bedlam over. A few of the others, including the man he fought, would join them. The green skinned man spoke[/i][/b] "Well, 'nless you're Legion."
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"Legion?" Bedlam followed Tyvos, closely. "Sounds important."
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"Hes a damn nut job." [b][i]Another one of the men would say, sounding like he was from Boston. Ty would walk backwards, speaking to Bedlam.[/i][/b] "Dudes actually crazy, multiple personality disorder. None of them seem overly dangerous to other soldiers though. And where most soldiers can only connect to one golem, he can operate an entire squad y himself. Eight golem controlled by one man. I've seen them operate. Scary crap. Plus he doesn't get effected by Lashback either."
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"Lashback? Goddamn this whole thing is turning into a vocab lesson..." Bedlam groaned in annoyance. "What's Lashback? Getting tired from using golems?"
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[b][i]Ty laughed a bit.[/i][/b] "Nah mate. When someone shatters a piece of a golem, say the arm for example, the pilot feels a good deal of what that'd be like. Think of it as magical kickback, except way worse. Now, you usually keep a healer on standby with each squad to make sure they can be stabilized and saved, but sometimes they end up either losing the part or it's too much for them and, well, you get the picture there."
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He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I'd see how that's a huge advantage of his."
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"Yep. All of us have been hit with it before and we know it hurts like a bïtch. Green bean over there's even had it in the head, knocked him out for 3 weeks, they didn't think he'd recover." [b][i]Ty said, gesturing to the man he fought. The green skinned one spoke again.[/i][/b] "Damn well missed my two weeks of leave cause of that."
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"You lose your leave? You guys have pretty sh*tty conditions here then. If anything it should've been paid leave..." Bedlam sighed. "Not any of my business though."
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"No, we get paid leave. I was in recovery during that time though. I was quite literally knocked out." [b][i]The green skinned man said, more matter of factly than anything.[/i][/b] [b][i]Ty would chime in again.[/i][/b] "Honestly, conditions are pretty good. Paid leave, free medical and dental, the works."
