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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/6/2016 9:45:11 PM
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Meta's eyes fluttered open from the sudden change in motion. The brown horse he was on stopped, and snorted. Meta groaned as he got off his steed, taking his coat from the horses back he laid on. He put on his coat, pure white, over his black dress shirt. His shirt was complemented by his white dress pants and black dress shoes. Meta ran his fingers through his snow white hair, getting his bangs out of his eyes. He checked his right hip, a holster for a Glock 18, his left, a chain holding a worn, brown leather journal with a pin clipped on. He let out a sigh of relief, before unstrapping a Gladius and its sheathe from the horses side. He slung the sword on his back and slapped the horses side. It reared up, kicking dust as it ran into the distance. Meta smiled, as he approached the gates and knocked on the door. He waited, his icy blue eyes intense.
[spoiler]Test, please.[/spoiler]
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[b]She landed hard on the ground, sinking into it as rocks propelled themselves at you [/b]
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Meta dashed and avoided the rocks. She melted into the ground, hm... Meta stabbed his sword into the ground, cautiously pacing with his Glock at the ready.
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[b]The sword gets caught in the ground as she stands several feet away stumbling [/b]
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In her stumbled state, Meta fired his Glock, aimed for non-lethal strikes on her legs.
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[b]They once again stopped short [/b] "Seems you forgot about the Projectile Barrier." [b]She chuckles as the bullets return to you, hitting you in the legs[/b]
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Meta quickly dashed to the side, the bullets missing their target. One managed to graze his leg, but not too badly. He flipped his Gladuis in his hands and prepared.
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[b]Nora doesn't make any attempt to come at you [/b]
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Nor does he at you.
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[b]She waits [/b]
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He does the same.
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"Fine." [b]The group grabs onto your legs, making it impossible to move [/b]
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[spoiler]Im assuming you meant ground.[/spoiler] Meta seemed calm, as he stood completely still.
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[spoiler]Yeah that. [/spoiler] [b]The group continued upwards, now at your hips [/b]
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He remained still.
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[b]The ground continued, entirely covering you [/b]
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Meta did not move.
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"Shame." [b][b]Particles surrounded Nora, healing her wounds as the rock was pulled underground [/b][/b] "Twas a good fight." [spoiler]The lieutenants will review the fight [/spoiler]
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"I concur, miss." Meta was besides you, his wounds gone. "Let's hope the lieutenants judge fairly, eh?" He had a smile on his face.
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"Very interesting indeed. May I inquire as to how? An illusion most likely."
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"Nay. That was the real me and this is the real me. I just like toying with things. Like potential." He took out his note book and began to write in it with his pen. "This will take likely 3 pages if I try hard enough."
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"Then how did you escape?"
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"I didn't." He smiled, continuing to write in his journal.
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"Yes you did. There is no possible way for you to be here."
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Edited by Xeno: 8/7/2016 12:45:56 AM"There's also no possible way to move a chunk of solid mineral material without putting your hands on it."
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"How did you get out? Answer me."
