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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/23/2015 2:15:52 PM
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[b]Nightwing pushed himself up, standing tall, a couple of snapping sounds coming from his back. He walked over to the edge and looked back at JT. He sighed and dove off.[/b]
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"What the hell switch?"
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[i]"This isn't your business, JT."[/i] [b]He faced the spot on the edge where Nightwing was moments ago.[/b]
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"Well I've always been one to poke around where I'm not wanted" [b]he says, misting down off the roof[/b]
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[b]He sighed. He remembered how weak he was, a mere 15 years before today. Seeing how much stronger he'd gotten in his old age, he flexed his muscles. He dove off the opposite edge, but didn't mist. He slammed into someone, the heel of his boot nearly decapitating the person.[/b]
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[b]JT walks around back to him[/b] "Oh, forgot, mind doing your in law a favour? You get to kill thousands"
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[b]He looked back to him.[/b] [i]"Sure, involving the mass murdering of 150,000 people and or soldiers?"[/i] [b]He had his fist reared back but aimed at the person in front of him, but his head was turned to JT.[/b]
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[b]He approaches switch[/b] "one: yes. 2: your form is all wrong man"
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[i]"You taught me 15 years ago, brother."[/i] [b]His voice still sounded like Guy Fawkes.[/b] [b]He stood up and tore off his mask, before throwing it to the ground.[/b]
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"I taught you how to fistfight, I taught your sister how to shoot"
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[i]"Oh, I see."[/i] [b]He turned into a miniature dragon, and breathed out an orangey mechanical fire at the body.[/b]
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"Not bad"
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[b]He flew up and landed on your shoulder.[/b]
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"Switch if you don't get off the duster I'll rip you apart nanite by nanite" [b]he says very seriously [/b]
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[b]Switch turned into a revolver, a very vintage looking one, and landed on the ground.[/b]
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[b]He picked it up[/b] "Switch, you know a way in a Cowboys heart"
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[b]You are compelled to give it justice by firing a test shot.[/b]
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[b]He walks to a civilian, puts it against her skull, and fires[/b]
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[b]The 'BANG!' flag goes through the side of her head, and sticks into a brick wall nearby. The gun of an evil clown, no doubt.[/b]
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[b]He recedes back into the alley, looking at the gun[/b]
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[b]It had a Joker decal from Batman.[/b]
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"Alright switch, as much as I love revolvers I need you back to your normal state"
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[b]He formed back into his normal state.[/b] [i]"Carried away, haha."[/i] [b]He rubbed his eyes.[/b] [i]"What did you need?"[/i]
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"About 150,000 people massacred. You'll need a big friggin team though"
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[i]"No, no. I have a few ideas. Teams slow me down, incidentally."[/i] [b]He reattached a stray nanite to his ear.[/b]
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"Switch, you know Lance May and Etana Lutu? They're a force of maybe 200 people, they would need a big ass team, and so would you"
