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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/3/2016 3:52:53 PM
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[u]The soft clanking of metal tapping against itself and vials of glass can be heard from behind, getting louder the more Omnus listens. A whistling can be heard, the tune distorted as if muffled by a mask. The sound starts to climb up the hill, getting closer to Omnus's location.[/u]
[spoiler]ARE YE READY FOR A FIGHT, MY GOOD FRIEND?![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]This post is more story-related, but okay....[/spoiler] [b]Omnus turns his head towards the noise.[/b]
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[spoiler]Eh, maybe The Preacher won't hurt you. As long as he thinks you believe with the way of the bullet, he probably won't kill you.[/spoiler] [u]The bloodstained cloak and mask of The Preacher slowly appears over the edge of the hill, his guns clanking by his side. As Omnus comes into his line of sight, he looks straight at him, the lifeless eyes of his mask staring into Omnus's very being.[/u] "[i]So... You were spared my Marcus himself in your time of death, given a chance at a new life.[/i]"
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"Indeed I was."
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[u]The Preacher nods, his tone and demeanor somehow calmer despite his appearance.[/u] "[i]The you have been accepted as a student and your sins forgiven. You are welcomed into the bullet with open arms, my son.[/i]" [u]He nods his head, giving a small bow of respect.[/u]
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"Thanks, I guess."
