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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by OldManGehrman:
7/3/2016 11:42:36 PM
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[b][u]The Old Hunter's Arrival[/u][/b]
[b]Twas a chilly day, outside of the Dojo. Rain rushed down from clouds above, which darkened the place of learning. It was a fairly normal morning...until the Hunter arrived.
The figure approached the Dojo, allowing you to witness his garments and equipment in general. He was a fairly tall man, lean but still seemed somewhat athletic. A black, shiny top hat concealed his face, though his cheeks were pale and creased. It was obvious that this stranger was fairly old, maybe in his 80s. Wearing a dark brown tattered suit, along with a torn cape that was dirty and somewhat bloodied. At his side, a curved blade that might belong to a scythe gleamed brightly, and markings could be etched out on its side. On the man's back, a large bendable stick, made of metal and had wrappings of clothing around it, simply sat in a sheath, alongside a blunderbuss-like gun.
The man looked awfully outdated and intimidating, but seemed to not pose a threat. Not now, anyway. He looked up at the Dojo, his silver eyes scanning the area. And he spoke, with a quiet, kind voice... [/b]
"I request entry...into this Dojo."
[b]The man waits for a response.[/b]
[spoiler]Open to...everyone, I assume. Go ahead, throw yourselves out there![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Take notes newbies, THAT is how you make an entrance. Bravo, Old man Gerhman[/spoiler] *The first thing that grabbed your attention were his blazing crimson eyes, which told of a rather demonic origin. The eyes told of a long war clad life. As for the rest of this thin figure, it seemed more humane. His face showed that he was in his 30s, and while his handsome features seemed kind of rough, he seemed welcoming and wore a friendly smile. Of course, the multiple knives on his back said otherwise. And you could tell those weren't his only weapons. He didn't seem hostile, he was just leaning against the wall of the Dojo, watching you, until a couple small words escaped his lips* And who might you be...
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[spoiler]Thanks, lol. [/spoiler] "I am Gerhman, the First Hunter. You are?"
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*The figure clears his throat a little* Name's Mortar. Just your average ex god slash war demon thing.
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"Well, I guess you say I've come across some gods before. More specifically, Great Ones. But that's a completely different topic for another time. It's a pleasure meeting you, Mortar." [b]Gerhman slightly chuckles.[/b]
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And you too. So, you've made it fairly obvious that you want to join the dojo. I can make you a bit of a deal... *Mortar stands up a little bit more, to show he means business*
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"I suppose I have. Tell me of this deal that you speak of..." [b]The old man looks up at you with his grayish eyes, interested in what your deal would be.[/b]
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*Mortar leans in a little for you to hear better* The rules state that a lieutenant must fight you in order to grant access... However, I've been breaking that rule since I joined here, letting lieutenants watch my fight via the security cameras that are installed here. We can fight while they're busy doing... whatever the hell lieutenants do, and once they're done, they can see the fight and accept or decline you. What do ya say, deal or no deal? *Mortar holds out his hand to shake, his fingers long and slender*
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[b]The old man thinks for a moment, then sighs a little.[/b] "I suppose that we could...bend the rules a tad bit. As long as you know that it won't get me in trouble...ok." [b]Gerhman holds out his left hand, which is plated in a metal gauntlet. He shakes your hand in a strong manner, but not in a bad way.[/b] "I've heard that the challenger is usually the one to make the first move. I've always preferred my opponents to have the first, but I'll leave it up to you to decide."
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Hell, I've been doing it the customary way since I joined up, makes it a little more difficult. *Mortar places his hand between his shoulder blades. His palm begins to glow, and something begins to form in it. A sword. A sword unlike anything you've seen before. A four and a half foot long dark blue katana/broadsword mix. When it fully forms, it ignites in ominous emerald green flames* Please, you first.
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"As you wish." [b]Gerhman draws the curved blade that is at his side. It looks as if it belongs to a scythe. Suddenly, he grabs the large stick on his back, and slams the blade into it. The stick extends, and the Old Hunter is now holding a sharp scythe. [/b] "I must warn you that the blade of this weapon is made of a mineral known as siderite. It's practically able to cut through anything it hits. Not trying to intimidate, of course. Just a warning." [b]The old Hunter moves at a slow pace towards you.[/b]
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Ah, and this is a little metal I call Valhite. This metal is extremely durable, your weapon could have a little trouble getting through. *Mortar holds his sword in a ready position as the flames dance around the blade, a lethal ballet.*
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"Heard of it before. And so, it begins." [b]Gerhman approaches, and swings. The blade goes behind you however, as he tugs you to himself, bonking you over the head with the end of the scythe handle, then backing away at a surprising speed. For some odd reason, Gerhman actually chuckles a little.[/b] "I'm so sorry. Had to do that..."
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Humor... I like you. *Mortar forms three iron balls and hurls them at you from different directions*
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"Heh." [b]The Hunter dodges the first two, and actually managed to jump on the third, leaping off and hitting the ground without breaking a sweat.[/b]
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Damn, you got skills old man... *Mortar punches the ground the second you land, causing a massive earthquake*
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[b]Gerhman drives his scythe to the ground, anchoring himself.[/b] "When you hunt beasts for a living, you have to prepare for the worst!"
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Trust me, I know that all too much. *While you are anchored, Mortar dissolves into the ground and reforms behind you, giving a swift knee to the spine*
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[b]He falls back, grabbing his scythe along the way, and rolls back onto his feet.[/b] "Teleportation? Been a while since I've seen that."
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Oh, it isn't really teleportation... *Mortar dissolves into the ground and reforms behind you, an iron ball meets the back of your neck*
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[b]He stumbles over, getting somewhat serious.[/b] "Seriously? Eh, oh well." [b]Gerhman turns back, lowering his scythe.[/b]
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Yeah, what, did you think I'd go easy? Nah, I don't think so. *Mortar holds his sword in a ready position*
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Edited by OldManGehrman: 7/6/2016 8:36:08 PM"I can respect that." [b]Instead of charging with his scythe, Gerhman breaks the blade from the handle, using it now like a sword. Sheathing the scythe handle, he draws his blunderbuss and clicks something on the side. Gerhman them starts to move at a surprising rate.[/b]
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NOW we're getting somewhere. *Mortar walks backwards slowly, forming an iron ball while his sword is still in a defensive position*
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[b]Seeing the iron ball being formed, the Hunter slows down, still moving forward and preparing to dodge.[/b]
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*The iron ball flies into the air, right above your head, then explodes, sending a barrage of shrapnel at you*
