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Edited by HickoryHamMike:
7/17/2015 10:10:31 PM
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The Man sits on a sea-shore rock on the Coast, cleaning the Undhime sword on his lap.
He breathes in the crisp sea air. He likes it here. It's fresh, it's natural. Where a swordsman should spend most of his time. And as the Prime Sentinel of the Overwatch, he needs to take a small rest from his work before getting back to it.
(([b][i]Open[/i][/b]))
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[spoiler]On a scale of 1-10, how hard would it be to kill him or take his sword? I want that undhime![/spoiler]
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((Well, his armor is made out of anti-shock polymer and a carbon-fiber triple weave, though he doesn't have a helmet. He is excellent at martial arts of almost every kind ((very cheesy)). His suit also grants him lightning-fast movement speed, as well as total protection against bullets of any kind, with the exception of a bullet that is almost as large as his entire body, if not bigger. It also lets him carry the extraordinary weight of the Undhime, which weighs over 300 pounds, so I guess you'll have to take his suit, too :P))
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[spoiler]Couldn't I just blow him up from the inside? And does mind control work on anyone?[/spoiler]
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(never made you a prime sentinel :/ the AIMC is a lore made by me, so i cotnrol anything direct of the AIMC)
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((I guess I have to make him part of another allegiance then.))
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[spoiler]yep[/spoiler]
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((Oh.))
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[spoiler]if this is an open invitation[/spoiler] *jester walks along the coast after a stressful night, and a humorous job. he walks along and notices the man sitting on the beach and notices the beautifully crafted sword. jester has never used one but he admires the craftsmanship. he decides to talk to the man and ask where he received such a beautiful weapon.* "hello there."
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The Man doesn't look away from his mechanical sword. "Hello." he says as he scrubs grime away from in between the plates and bolts of the blade with a white cloth.
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"that's a gorgeous weapon, where did you get it? if you don't mind me asking of course."
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"It was bestowed upon me by my authorities. They have said it is one of the most powerful weapons in the world if you pull this trigger." he gestures to a large, lengthy throttle connected to where the hilt and blade meet. "I have not pulled it yet. They say it activates a small generator inside of the sword when pulled, making the blade super-heated, electrified, and "super-sonic" with intense vibrations coursing through the blade, making an elemental atomic shockwave when it strikes something." He looks at you grimly. "It makes me powerful yet fearful."
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*jester is frozen for a moment, shocked by what he hears.* "... wow... if I had a weapon like that I would be fearful as well. but how do you know it even works? have you seen someone use it?"
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"No, and I'm not sure if I want to test it out. Would you?"
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"possibly, but I don't want it to explode while I'm holding it either."
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"They didn't say it would explode; it could stay stable after the force it generates is unleashed. It would be a little stupid having it be a one-time thing under my standards."
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"yes I agree." *taking a stride closer to the man.* "but with that kind of power would be risky to use. the only time I would use it would be a last resort."
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"As I thought myself." He finishes cleaning the sword, and holds the Undhime in the air under the dim, cloudy sunlight, one hand on the blade and one hand on the hilt. The polished whites and the chromatic silvers of the mechanical blade reflect both yours and The Man's faces. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
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"she is..." *jester admires the beautiful blade and hilt.*
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"I must keep my closest guard with her. I know many of those wretched 'Cyberpunks' in the city want her for themselves. I can't let her fall into the wrong hands."
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*jester looks nervous for only a moment, then tries to change the subject.* "so I have a question."
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The Man looks at you. "What is this question?"
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"would be willing to teach me how to use a sword? I don't want to have to rely on a gun in confrontations. I've never used one before."
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"Hmm. Depends on the sword. Do you have one?"
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"I do not." *he almost bows his head in shame.*
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"Then I cannot teach you." He pauses for a moment. "If I could trust you to wield this sword for this moment, I would, but we don't have a very personal connection to each other, and it can only be physically wielded by whoever wears the Mk. VII Cerberus armor that I wear now."
