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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/20/2015 12:11:33 AM
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*is wondering why there's a robot bird man flying in place*
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[b]he looks at you as the jets return to full power, an onboard fought computer aiming the jets upward which propels him towards the ground, sounding like a loud boom followed by gusts of wind to all bystanders.[/b] "Someone finally interested?" [b]He lands in front of you, around 15 feet away and facing you, somehow giving a part cold and part surprised stare through his helmet.[/b]
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*sigh* Would you like to try again?
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 9/20/2015 12:29:51 AMWell I think one would be with such an odd piece of tech flying in the air! [b]pants studied the figure. Clearly he had advanced technology. His helmet still didn't hide his expressions. At least...not to him.[/b] What brings you here?
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"A contractor sent me here, said there would be a good pay for scouting this area. I don't know why though." [b]His mechanical wings wrap around him like a blanket and he takes his Glock18 from its holster and drops an empty magazine out of the gun, a thud from the magazine hitting the ground echoing slightly.[/b]
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[b]surprised by the gun. Pants try's to keep the smile on his face. Making sure his expression doesn't change. If this man was here to cause trouble...he would surely win. From pants experience technology somehow always took the cake. He learned that from cobalt. But he had his own technology now. And with a little...maybe a lot of enchantments on the side. He could earn the respect of this visitor.[/b] What do you need that for?
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"I need to make a living somehow, no rest for the wicked or the saints." [b]He twirls the pistol like it's a baton and laughs in a oddly friendly manner. The wings twitching slightly and unwrapping themselves quickly.[/b] "And thus, Arachnid was formed."
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Hehe. You don't seem like the religious type! [b]pants was at least hoping he was somewhat correct with that statement. If it wasn't things could get real awkward.[/b] [spoiler]sorry I'm new to the whole "big post thing." In the dojo it's usually taking then an *action*[/spoiler]
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"I'm definitely not the religious type.Why try to hope when you can make sure of something.?" [b]He holsters his Glock and the sound of the weapon locking into the holster is heard, a light previously unknown on the holster lighting up red and then turning to white gradually.[/b]
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[spoiler]lol how are we supposed to fight we are getting along so well[/spoiler] [b]ah damnit[/b] Well I can't say that's a false statement. But what brings you here? The battle has calmed down so...
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"I guess we can spar. That may pass the time." [b]A small stream of flames shoot out of the jets which cause him to lift off of the ground and hover slightly, the air below him looking slightly distorted and wavy.[/b]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 9/20/2015 1:10:37 AM[b]pants observed his opponent. The way his gear made him hover. How well he was balanced. And his weapons. It was obvious that shit was gunna get real.[/b] Sounds good to me! [b]pants arms emanate a purple mist. His eyes gleam slightly purple. His armour also doing the same. He draws his sword, "songblade." And readies. [/b]
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"Don't complain about 1st degree burns either, saint." [b]8 white phosphorus missiles load themselves into the rocket pods and make several clicks, the jets powering up to full power and sending him flying into the sky, the shadow looking almost like.. A crow.[/b]
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[spoiler]Phosphorous?! Like....The Chemical?![/spoiler] [b]seeing the formation in the sky pants had to pull something off to shield himself. Something...drastic.[/b] *throws two hookblades into your wings. They take grasp and I swing you above me* [spoiler]Hookblades are a combination of scorpions chain and links hookshot. They are a type of magic but you can break them with enough force.[/spoiler]
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[b]The jets on the wings shoot out fire in the direction of the blades, incinerating them and the flames somehow running down the blade and incinerating you. All nerves in your hands go numb which practically ruins your hand eye coordination.[/b] "Tough luck, kid." [b]The flames of the jets grow even more intense as he practically disappears somehow due to the immense speed, leaving several black trails in the sky which cross occasionally.[/b]
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Agh!? [b]the feeling was so damn weird. Like petting a porcupine or something. Where did his opponent go?[/b] *looks around* [spoiler]is that it? You left?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No.[/spoiler] [b]6 White Phosphorus missiles explode around you, the explosion setting you on fire and filling your lungs with a gas that burns when inhaled, eventually the fire burns through your skin and muscle tissue, reaching your bones and causing immense pain.[/b] "Just like our sniper now, aren't you?" [b]The voice comes from seemingly nowhere, no traceable location as the man flies a good hundred meters above you, firing his grenade launcher 6 times. The grenades fall like explosive hail and detonate in impact with anything they hit, the few that land behind you explode and send shrapnel into your slightly exposed lungs.[/b]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 9/20/2015 7:20:45 PM[b]luckily this new armour can protect from such explosive situations. Not yet able to see his opponent he has to try something. [/b] *turns dial on pants to protect myself from the explosions. Gas still filling in my lungs* *slides underneath an underbrush and disappears from sight. A clear trail of footprints leading to it*
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*dies from ultimate brutality and OP move* [spoiler]as soon as I do something i am called a god modder. Sorry I couldn't give you the fight you wanted. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]White phosphorus would completely melt you.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]well if he's gunna play that way I have to do something right. Good thing for pants[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]White phosphorus sets things in fire, it doesn't explode, think napalm but much more deadly, and the gas would scorch your lungs to a crisp.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 9/20/2015 7:33:51 PM[spoiler]thus the pants. Im not just gunna say *dies.* do you seriously think I could walk out of that without doing something OP? That isn't fair ciaran[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]To be fair, he's using technology that's believable, no magic whatsoever, you however, are a godmodder.[/spoiler]
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Fine. FINE. *dies because ciaran obviously wants me to*
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[spoiler]Good, you made him happy. Thanks for your patronage.[/spoiler]
