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Edited by Asharru:
1/11/2016 9:25:36 AM
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[u][b]Erot[/b][/u]
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Frankie Magnum, The Prick, marches with a slight limp, wincing in pain, through the dusty avenues of the sandy city with 27 wrappings of cloth bandages over his left thigh, red with dried blood.
He had gotten the .44 Magnum surgically removed from his leg after he had accidentally shot himself with his Smith and Wesson Type 629 during a fit of rage. It's as soar as it hurt once the bullet had entered, but he's trying to work the pain off by walking laps through Erot.
Every time one of these annoying alien assholes native to Erot grab for his attention to their shop inventories as he passes them, he pulls his revolver on them, glaring and wagging them away with it.
He wasn't in the mood for shopping.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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[b]RK starts to walk next to him [/b]
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Frankie glances sideways at RK. "Whaddaya want?" he asks sternly, eyes narrowed.
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"Wasn't I your friend?"
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"Yeah, you still are." he says, smirking.
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"Very good" [b]A massive portal opens behind it and RK gets pulled backwards, getting rammed into the ground [/b]
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"[i]Holy shit![/i]" Frankie exclaims, and leaps clumsily with his injured leg to grab RK by the metal foot, gets his boots planted on the ground, and attempts to pull the automaton away from the portal. As he does so, he looks into the portal wearily.
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[i]A massive armoured man steps through it[/i] [b][i]"PETTY MORTALS"[/i][/b] [i]His armour is covered in dried up blood[/i] [b][i]"Very, very petty"[/i][/b] [i]He rams a fist into RK's visor, again and again, ignoring RK's weak attempts at fighting back[/i] "R-run, F-Frankie"
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"[b][i]No![/i][/b]" Frankie whips out his Smith and Wesson and begins firing at the armored man's head.
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[i]They bounce off[/i] [b][i]"KNOW YOUR ENEMY, KNOW THEIR WEAKNESSES"[/i][/b] [i]He tackles Frankie [/i]
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Frankie cries out as the metal mass slams into him, and his muscles ripple as he begins kneeing his opponent with his good leg, slamming his fist into its helmeted head, and attempting to pull it off of him all at the same time.
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[i]His helmet comes off, revealing a skull with hellfire burning in the eye sockets[/i]
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Frankie's eyes widen in terror as they glimmer with the reflection of the hellfire. "[b][i]Get off me, you ugly motherfuçker![/i][/b]" he cries, continuing to slam his knee and fists into his attacker.
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[i]He continues to ram his fist into his gut[/i]
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Frankie coughs in pain and agony as the metal fist slams into his abdomen, and he hastily holds his Smith and Wesson up to the demon's temple and fires.
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[i]It goes clean through but nothing happens[/i] [b][i]"Know your enemy and know their weaknesses"[/i][/b]
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"[i][b]Well I don't know you, 'cause you popped outta fuçkin' portal and starting beating the shit outta everyone![/b][/i]" Frankie tries ripping more of his attacker's armor off.
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[i]He falls off of him and his body starts to change[/i] [b][i]"NO, NOT AGAIN"[/i][/b] "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
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Frankie hastily gets up, clumsy with his injured leg, and stares in astonishment at his seemingly godly attacker convulse in agony. He then limps quickly over to RK to examine him.
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[b][i]"GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HEAD!!"[/i][/b] "THIS IS MY BODY, I OWN IT!" [b][i]"YOU KILLED ME, I SHALL POSSESS YOU"[/i][/b] "NO, I WON'T GIVE UP! "
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Frankie glances back in dread at the convulsing demon behind him. He then looks at RK's damaged head. "[i]RK?[/i]" he says harshly, tapping his chest.
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RK: "I'm gonna live, don't worry..."
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Frankie gives a sigh of relief, and turns to the convulsing demon behind him, Smith and Wesson Model 629 aimed firmly at it. "Do you know him?" Frankie asks RK, gesturing towards the armored demon.
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RK: "No..." [b][i]"THIS BODY WILL BE MINE"[/i][/b]
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Frankie then swipes RK's massive plasma rifle from the automaton and swings it over into aim at the demon. "[b][i]You tell me what the fuçk is goin' on here, or you get shot by whatever the hell this thing is![/i][/b]" he commands with a stern voice of authority.
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"Fighting over this body...my body..." [b][i]"JUST LET ME TAKE OVER!"[/i][/b]
