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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/6/2016 4:03:53 PM
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[b]In the Starbucks, the doors spring open and Jared walks out[/b]
"Hey! I'm having a huge sale-"
[b]He checks his watch[/b]
"Now, come and get it! but there's a catch, it's a Mystery what you get! but it's Free, so come on!"
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*nukes Starbucks*
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[b]*is protected by our lord and saviour trump*[/b]
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Ayyyyyyyy[spoiler]no[/spoiler]
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[i]Amodst the people whom approached, a cowboy stood. His lightly shaded brown duster hovered over the ground, casting a shadow that only his hat could match, casting one upon his face. A single cigar protrudes from the leftmost half on the shadow, that being the only thing aside from his icy blue eyes and snow white beard that can be seen. On either side of his waist rests a Colt Anaconda, with the rest of the belt carrying speed reloaders for his .44 ammo, and some shotgun slugs stay on the belt too, fitted for the menacing, olive green Mossberg M590 across his back. His left arm pulses a stony grey colour, as he takes the cigar from his lips, tossing it to the side. [/i]
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"Ah, you seem more hardened than the others, who view this as a frivolous escapade for glory and riches." "I like that, so, for you i have a hell of a gun" [b]He rummages under the counter, and comes up with a revolver, with an elongated barrel, but multiple heatsinks along it, and the main revolving portion glowed with a soft fire from each bullet[/b] "this. is klank, my own creation and sister to my revolver, klink" "Take care of her, now, and be safe"
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"Aye, thank you lad." [i]The figure said to Jared in response, slowly approaching and taking the revolver. He aimed down the sights and pointed to the side of him, inspecting the gun with pleasure. [/i]"What kind of ammo does she take?" [i]The cowboy asked of the generous man, a smile testing upon his face as he stares at the gun, a weapon that he seemed to enjoy. [/i]
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"My own specialty, miniaturized .50 caliber thermite-napalm mixture, it will damage your opponents armor and if it hits will slowly burn and cause much pain, but it can be used to cauterize wounds, and start fires if need be"
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"Interesting... Thank you, man. You have any targets I can test this beautiful creation on?"
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"I'll set aside some Spectre bots" [b]He waves over some bots and they go to a neutral state, and walk outside[/b] "shall we?" [b]He goes to follow them[/b]
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"We shall." [i]The lone cowboy stated, a glint of happiness and pleasure igniting in his eyes. His augmentations would certainly help him here, and he knew it. [/i] [spoiler]You controlling these or am I? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I will, they will react accordingly so they will take cover and shit[/spoiler] [b]He presses a button and they raise their ACRs and then take cover and fire at us, as the man clothed in Nightingale armor nods towards them[/b] "Let's go" [spoiler]I used that gun in the old arcanum thread, so i'm really feeling nostalgic[/spoiler]
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[i]By that time, JT had already aimed the gun at each unit. He activated his Tag Sight augmentation, and the whites of his eyes turned black, and vice versa. He fired at the cover, figuring the .50's would tear the cover up with ease. [/i]
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[b]They do, and you hear sizzling as the thermite does it's work, frying their circuits while Jared fires at another, causing a small explosion where his rounds hit, but in a scattered area, indicating buckshot[/b]
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[i]JT had Klank in his right hand, and with that, he raised his left fist to a bot. His wrist disconnected from his arm as it sends the hand speeding towards a robot after folding back, a three foot long blade exiting and slamming into a target, all the while JT fired at more targets, the Tag Sight automatically firing at them. [/i]
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[b]Jared noticed[/b] "Aww, now it's that kinda thing? we should duel"
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"Fūck it, I'm down. What's the rules in this battle? Any specific weapons were allowed or not allowed?"
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"no holds barred, let's go, but what's your name?"
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"Name? That's Specimen JT890M, AKA The Frontiersman. I go by JT though. Yours?"
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"Jared Grant" [b]He then raises his gun quickly and fires three shots at you[/b]
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[i]The cowboy has been training all his life in this way, and so when he drew, he tripled the draw time of Jared. His top tier marksmanship came into play here, as when the Tag Sight came into effect, he shot all three bullets midair, before firing one at Jared's chest. [/i]
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[b]he rolled and then disapeared, even your tag sight can't pinpoint him, and then you recieve a massive blow to the base of your skull where your spine connected[/b]
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[i]As this happens, he rolls forwards, narrowly escaping the blow. [/i]"Invisibility or teleportation? Never mind, don't need to know." [i]He stated, scanning the room entirely. [/i]
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[b]The courtyard was full of people going on with their buisness, and then you feel a sharp pain as an arrow spears through your right shoulder, preventing you from moving it[/b]
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[i]The gun had locked on to the arrow, and he fired at it, completely destroying it. [/i]"Dude, you need to rely on invisibility? I know I'm using real life aim not but still man, pussy move."
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[b]He heard thunderous footsteps behind him[/b]
