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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by JayTea:
5/26/2016 4:38:43 AM
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[i][b]Outside the Dojo, courtyard. [/b][/i]
[i][b]A target stood directly across from him. His target was a single A.I unit inhabiting a silver humanoid body, and was made to simulate a combat target. JT stood at the face of the target, staring in the slots where his eyes should be, but instead rest blank curves, with only the light from the windows casting anything in those soulless abysses.
JT on the other hand, he was not all too pleased. Instead of the usual duster he would have had on, he wore his jumpsuit. It was a nice emerald green colour, with black trimmings to it. The suit was tightly pressed against his body, the muscles of his basically pressing themselves against the suit to stretch it. Atop his head was nothing but his cowboy hat, casting a menacing shadow over his aged face. The lower half of his face was completely visible, but covered by a trimmed white beard that JT grew out. In either hand was a glove, a black one, and the bottoms of the jumpsuit were tucked into his polished black boots, the laces done up neatly and tidily.
It was his move.
He assumed a careful combat stance: Both fists raised in front of him, with one for defence. He stood slightly sideways but definitely facing the left, his left fist pulled back by his face, a southpaw boxers stance. The dummy assumed the exact same position, mimicking the cowboy with ease.
When JT threw a punch, he sent a single jab. But instead of boxing, here's where it got off. The A.I caught his fist with ease using his own right hand, and he went to punch the side of his arm with the left, coming from behind the elbow. Just before contact was made, the program stopped, and the pair reset themselves.
The cowboy reevaluated his position, and decided to go for a grab move. He spun halfway on his toe and reached for the A.I's right, extended hand, making contact with the wrist. He let go and the duo reset multiple times, the session going for hours on end, and when the session finished, the unit faded into a pile of nanites, filling JT's arms again.
The cowboy was no expert at combat, but he had come to this Dojo to train, and training is exactly what he intended to do. [/b][/i]
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English
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"Most call me Marshal or JT, whichever is fine [i][b]The figure responded, looking down at Kross. The man stood very tall: Six foot three to be exact, with his layer of nanites that surrounded his body making him another foot taller than he already was. [/b][/i]
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[b]Being a mere 5'9 Kross looked up at the man [/b] [i]Hm. Interesting. You been here before?[/i]
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"Yeah, got in a few months ago, some Shadow person tested me for admission. Knew a contact that was here from before anyways, so decided to come and train." [i][b]The figure responded, taking a step back and turning. He stretched his arms out and bent his elbows, eventually spinning in semicircles with his upper body, keeping his feet firmly planted in place, while he looks out the window. [/b][/i]"How about you, how long you been here?"
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[i]I've been here a few days. A good friend of mine brought me in. His name's Royal. You know him by any chance? [/i] [b]Kross tilts his head and watches you curiously.[/b]
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"Can't say I do, was able to find this shithole relatively on my own, though I recall Alex Wilson (Wolfe's char) mentioning it a while back."
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[i]Shithole? Nice way of talking about it.[/i]
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"Well, the standard for fighters around here are the ones that rely on magic and gear rather than abilities. So yeah, I see shithole as the word to describe it. Though I've met a few people around here who aren't bloody magicians, and that actually fight with skill."
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"Magic is a Cheat honestly. But wouldn't abilities be considered magic?"
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"I'll accept abilities like, someone being in peak physical condition, or having a biotic arm that can strengthen punches like I have. But I draw the line when someone can do seven flips in a jump, land on your head and snap your damned neck with their feet. That's not abilities, that's magic."
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"Who the hell? Ah Nevermind that's some crazy shit right there."
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"It's an example, though I've seen some people do some insane shit too."
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"Probably that asshole Jared."
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"Nah, I got a pal who met Jared, he's a good guy. Besides, he only killed the guy in self-defense. I gotta take his side on that."
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"Ah i Dont really know the story. Just whispers here and there that I tried piecing together."
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"Well, you can't trust bits and pieces man, I personally think he's all good."
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"So what happened?"
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"Apparently some guy tried to fight him, he killed the bastard in self defense."
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"But these are fighting grounds."
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"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure there's a no death policy if you don't actually want to die."
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"Well now I know the story."
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"Yup."
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"Thank you."
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"Hmm a new face i see"she *you look around and dont see anyone* "Down here man "she says *you look down and see a bluish green scaled woman with jet black hair wearing a tank and shorts. She stands 5'3" in height. She crosses her arms* "Quit staring at like me that "she says
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[i][b]Instead of looking around, the figure had heard where the voice came from, and only then he looked down. [/b][/i] "Leyla, I've been here for months and met you before, I'm not new."
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"Oh yeah...sorry i didn't recognize you for a second there"she says *curse my crappy memory she thinks to herself* "Well i overhead you say you want to get better at fighting." " i was just on my way to practice hand to hand with my father hovark and my serenity sister if you want to join me you can if you want" she says
