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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/18/2016 9:29:10 PM
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[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Dojo
[i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 13:04
[i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] None
[i][u]Title:[/u][/i] A Questionable Request
[b][i]A man walked to the dojo, knocking on the gates.[/i][/b]
[spoiler]For Orn/JT. Only one of the two reply, please[/spoiler]
English
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[b]Too bad kiddo. I'm a rebel![/b]
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The shadow of a tall figure was cast on the approaching man. He who stood there stared out to the stranger with a pair of eyes that were an unnaturally light shade of blue, perhaps cyan would be a better description. The rest of his face was hidden by the shadow cast from his dirt brown cowboy hat, which had the occasional layer of dust that rested on it. The face behind the shadow was cracked and burned on the left side yet beautiful and slightly wrinkled on the right side of his half charred mug, which contained a trimmed and dyed white beard that ran on his face and the underside of his chin. His body was covered by a skin tight jumpsuit that hugged his muscular body tightly, but the emerald green and black trimmings looked out of place on the cowboy, but thankfully it was covered for the most part by his brown duster, which was the same colour as the hat, but tattered at the very bottom and adorned with six .44 sized holes near the chest and waistline, which allowed the green of his Chozodia Station Recruits jumpsuit to stand out. His right hand was covered by a leather glove, but.his left didnt need to be, for it was a completely black prosthetic with the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix on the ceramic plated forearm. His back carried a shotgun with three silver barrels in a triangular fashion, which had a twin pair of triggers attached to the angled grip, which made it look like a flintlock pistol and a break-action triple barreled shotgun had children, and Triple Tap was the offspring. Stationed on the belt of his jumpsuit that were held in place by a crossing pair of brown suspenders were his revolvers Sixe and Grimace, his twin Colt Anaconda .44 revolvers. Behind either gun was one of two of the Dancers swords, which was his quick melee weapons for when punching wasn't enough and his drill was too slow. He looked over the man at the gates and his TagSight locked on, in case of any sudden movements from him. He spoke up after a brief moment with a gruff and deep tone to his words, which essentially sounded like a Jesse McCree and John marston crossover. "You here for somethin'?" There was no doubt, this man was Marshal JT, The Frontiersman, Gunslinger of Cylak and The techno-Cowboy.
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[b][i]The man shook his head.[/i][/b] "Delivery. Anonymous request sent to the dojo." [b][i]He shrugged, pulling an envelope from his light beige delivery bag, which he kept on his right shoulder. He handed JT the envelope.[/i][/b]
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The cowboy opened the envelope with a perplexed look that crossed his face, as he read the contents inside.
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[b][i]Inside the envelope, is, of course, a letter.[/i][/b] [i]Digital Dojo, A request for supplies; •50,000 .44 bullets •1,000 .44 Magnums •1 ton of C4 •Detonator •3 Boeing AH-64 Apache Helicopters •5 Phalanx Sentry Turrets Please meet at warehouse 558 of Binard City at midnight tonight for a hefty price in exchange for these items. -Anonymous[/i]
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"What the hell..." JT asked himself as he radioed in the spplies needed to his PMC, who undoubtedly had the resources needed. And so he went to the warehouse by taking his custom transport heli over.
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Edited by Cazberry Pie: 8/19/2016 12:35:55 AM[b][i]At the warehouse, about 50 strangely dressed men and woman stood around. They wore red robes, and dragon masks. Some were already armed, and they were just waiting around. >Drop in and begin the exchange >Carefully listen in on their conversations[/i][/b]
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"Diana, keep your team on standby, I've got a bad feeling." JT said into his comms unit, as he leaned against a wall to eavesdrop.
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"[i]Midnight, right?[/i]" "[u]That's right.[/u]" "[i]We still have 5 hours.[/i]" "[u]Correct.[/u]" "[i]Run through the plan once more.[/i]" [b][i]The other man sighed. It seemed as though he had done this many times already.[/i][/b] "[u]We get the supplies. We pay the money. Tomorrow, at midnight, we wait with all our weaponry. Helicopter pilots will be on standby. We're expecting everything the dojo has to be coming over to fetch their ice dragon, hopefully with their void dragon's head. We get the head, we give them the ice dragon. Then we give the pilots the signal, and they start their engines. We give those dojo people everything we've got, and we're gonna get a hella lot from this delivery.[/u]"
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"Diana, get ready, mission's changed and I need an Infiltrator." JT calmly said to his earpiece, as Diana made way for him. She wore a sequin red dress that fit her hourglass figure perfectly, which in turn increased her sex appeal. She had a green bladed sword resting on her back but it and the strap were rendered invisible by her nanite armour that cloaked the weapon, and with that she entered the room. This was something she beat JT in: Extracting information from whoever she needed to get it from.
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[b][i]They continued to speak.[/i][/b] "[i]Why do I feel like something's gonna go wrong?[/i]" "[u]No clue; it's a flawless plan. The amount of weaponry we're gonna get from this is enough to annihilate Binard City.[/u]
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When she walked up to the men she gave a charming smile to the men before speaking. "Hello, you're the clients?"
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[b][i]The man looked her over, blushing slightly.[/i][/b] "[i]E-eh? I mean.... Y-yeah. We're the clients.[/i]"
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"Well, I've got your shipment and your fantasies, which did you want first?" Diana asked as a seductive tone laced her British accent. She figured that luring one to a secluded location would allow her to trade off his outfitting to JT after killing one.
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"[i]Uhh.....[/i]" [b][i]The man shifted awkwardly, looking around. He finally looked back towards Diana, motioning towards an abandoned warehouse besides the one they were in.[/i][/b]
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"Lead the way."
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I SCREWED UP IZA'S NAAAAAAAME
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[b][i]Isaac watched from afar with his sniper, Peacekeeper. He was slightly furious, the crosshairs on the man's head. Iza, on the other hand, approached Dojo gates, looking at the man.[/i][/b] "...Ello."
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[b][i]The man nodded at Iza.[/i][/b] "Alright, I'm here to deliver request made by somebody who wishes to remain anonymous...."
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Edited by Orn: 8/18/2016 9:43:34 PM"For f*ck's sake..." [b][i]lIza's frown magnified.[/i][/b]
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HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU SCRRRRUUUUB [b][i]The man looks confused.[/i][/b] "Hm? What is it?"
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[b][i]hjejvkqmmvmnkwktkfkkrkgkjhk[/i][/b] "Nothing. Just deliver your damn letter or something."
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"Alright then." [b][i]He hands over an envelope, and leaves.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]Iza shrugs, reading it.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]Inside the envelope, is, of course, a letter.[/i][/b] [i]Digital Dojo, A request for supplies; •50,000 .44 bullets •1,000 .44 Magnums •1 ton of C4 •Detonator •3 Boeing AH-64 Apache Helicopters •5 Phalanx Sentry Turrets Please meet at warehouse 558 of Binard City at midnight tonight for a hefty price in exchange for these items. -Anonymous[/i]
