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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/16/2016 7:39:23 PM
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[u]His robotic face shows no change in emotion, but it was obvious if he had a mouth a smile would dominate his facial features. His arms move the guitar behind his back before it's docked on a latch that slides shut around the bridge of the guitar.[/u]
"[i]Thank you, thank you.[/i]"
[u]He says this with a bow, bending deeply with each word.[/u]
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[i]"Yeah, yeah...seriously, my kind of music is gunfire and the sounds of battle. Still, great songs."[/i] "So...I guess you want in then?"
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[u]Isole shrugs, hopping from one foot to another.[/u] "[i]Sure, I'd love get in.[/i]" [u]He draws his guitar, strumming impatiently in anticipation of what is to come.[/u]
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"Oh...I'm...not really the fighting type..." [i]"He's my brother. Well, maybe, I don't know. Not hurting him."[/i] "I-I'll try fighting, then..."
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[u]Isole jumps back about thirty feet, pivoting through the air before he lands. His feet slam down on the grown as metal spikes extend from the soles of both feet, impaling themselves in the dirt. A protective lens covers his eye, a red tint now glowing from the receptacle.[/u] "[i]Let's do this.[/i]" [u]He slams his fingers across the strings, playing a song meant for battle. It echoes throughout the Dojo as dust is kicked up from from the ground. http://youtu.be/15BEsGXhX-w [/u]
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"Oh...okay." [b][i]Ella nervously draws her semi-automatic rifle. Funny enough, she had never even fired it.[/i][/b]
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[u]Isole continues to play, lost in the music. The longer he plays, the louder and louder it gets. It starts to hurt Ella's ears and eyes as dust is kicked from around him, swirling around in an orchestrated movement.[/u]
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"Oh, that's such good music, but...ugh..." [b][i]Ella backs away a little bit.[/i][/b] [i]"It's music..."[/i]
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[u]Ignoring her, he continues to blare it until the sound becomes unbearable. [/u]
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"STOP..." [b][i]Ella fires at him a little, the gunshots drowned in the music. Angry just stands there, chuckling robotically.[/i][/b]
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[u]A few stray bullets hit Isole's body, taking off a chunk of his shoulder and knee-cap. His head snaps up, but he does not cease playing. Instead, he starts to play even louder, the very ground under him beginning to crack and deform.[/u]
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[b][i]Ella doesn't even speak at this point, almost falling over due to the intense noise. She fires a little more, the kick of the rifle knocking her back.[/i][/b]
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[u]Multiple bullets his his chest, tearing small holes in his body. A singular bullet collides with his guitar, ricochetting off of one of the strings. A sound so ear-piercingly loud that it even knocks Isole back erupts from his body, blowing three of his smaller speakers up with a pop. He stumbles back, almost losing his balance as the sound resounds for thirty miles around, breaking windows and anything made of glass. A crack appears in his protective layer on his eye.[/u]
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[b][i]Ella screams, dropping her rifle and covering her ears. She drops to her knees, still screaming, as even Angry seems stunned.[/i][/b]
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Edited by Pofeh: 8/16/2016 9:08:05 PM[u]More speakers pop as Isole falls backwards, his arms falling limply to his sides with a clank. His eye shatters upon impact, spraying glass in an arc around him. The strings on his guitar snap, whipping the fingers of any hands still touching the guitar. One of his hands is destroyed by the wires, the pieces flung towards Assaultatron. The light in his eye flickers as he speaks.[/u] "[i]I... Shouldn't have... Done that...[/i]" [u]His eye powers down, most likely to precent further damage.[/u]
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[b][i]Ella is screaming on the ground, clearly in some amount of pain.[/i][/b] [i]"Jesus...wow..."[/i] [b][i]Angry approaches Isole, picking up his remains.[/i][/b]
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[u]Isole shows no reaction, having shut down his main systems to maintain proper functioning.[/u]
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[i]"Damn...I think you passed..."[/i] [b][i]Angry's tone has turned much calmer for some reason. Much more peaceful.[/i][/b] [i]"Mmm. Best get you inside."[/i] [b][i]The Assaultron carries Isole inside, looking for a technician of some kind. Ella followed him, holding her ears and whimpering in some pain.[/i][/b]
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[u]Isole remains stationary.[/u]
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[u]Isole simply stays limp, a few of his limbs sparking at times.[/u]
