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7/12/2015 4:07:18 AM
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"Resist what? Death? I've been dead for a long time." Python keeps looking around, growing more anxious to kill something.
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  • [b]the voice laughs in a sinister manner.[/b] [i]"you haven't tasted real death yet... but never fear... all will know Death."[/i] [b]you suddenly start feeling sick. It grows worse by the second.[/b]

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  • Python shakes it off. "You doing that? Attempting to use some sort of sickness on a robot? You crazy?"

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  • Edited by Shadlezz: 7/12/2015 4:16:53 AM
    [b]the sickness grows stronger.[/b] [i]"sickness? No... Decay."[/i] [b]rust starts biting at the metallic parts of his body.[/b] [i]"everything I touch decays."[/i]

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  • "So you touched me? That all?" His systems begin repairing themselves, soon faster that the rust can spread. "You gonna man the hell up and manifest or just hide like some kid afraid to ask his crush out?"

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  • [b]the rust builds itself faster and faster, slowly overwhelming the system. The voice laughs again.[/b] [i]"petty taunts? You mortals always intrigue me."[/i]

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  • The systems fight back, soon saving most of his body from rust, but he's lost a few fingers to major rust. "The systems will keep me fixed and moving, it's kinda pointless to continue th rust and shit. So, you're immortal? I've killed immortals. They came back and were pissed, but I killed them."

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  • [spoiler]he's not doing the rust shit on purpose. It happens automatically. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.[/spoiler] [i]"are you threatening me, mortal? I have not given you the sweet embrace of death yet for one reason, and one reason only. You amuse me."[/i]

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  • "I amuse you? I threatened you? My very presence threatens life itself." "Python" which is etched on his back, lights up in a holy light. The rust seems to stop and the sickness ends. "I am a vessel, protected by the holy host. Many have tried to kill me, all have failed." [spoiler]Problem solved[/spoiler]

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  • [b]the decay weakens, but perseveres, rust still eating at his body. He laughs again.[/b] [i]"please continue, this is incredibly amusing. Now, what else should I add to the list of things I can scoff at over your tomb?"[/i]

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  • Python finds the source of the voice and runs at it, his metallic skin beginning to get some problems from the rust. "Gods are my speciality, know this before you die." [spoiler]Shot in the dark[/spoiler]

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  • [b]he finds nothing.[/b] [i]"there is one thing that I find the most adorable among mortals."[/i] [b]a very large curved blade stabs him through the chest, and then retracts. The holy light in his body seems to wither and die out, the rust overwhelming him. His legs are about to give.[/b] [i]"the concept of hope."[/i] [spoiler]let this play out, something badass is about to happen.[/spoiler]

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  • [spoiler]Ok...... Don't kill off mah character, brah![/spoiler] Python turns, he sees the blade that is slowly succumbing to corrosion from his anit-matter "heart". His face remains the same, a psychopathic smile on his face as his legs give out and his knees hit the ground. Python isn't dead, but close. "Hell, here I come....."

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  • [spoiler]don't worry. You'll see.[/spoiler] [b]with a slash of his scythe, he cuts a rusted arm clean off. The feeling of sickness comes back extremely strong. He can feel himself dying.[/b] [i]"do you feel it, Mortal? Death's hand at your throat? [b]My[/b] hand? I can make your pain go away, let you keep your worthless life. All you have to do is one simple thing."[/i] [b]he points his scythe at his head.[/b] [i]"Kneel before me. Your lord Noiratrom. Prince of Death."[/i]

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  • Python flips the birdy at the prince of death. He smiles, almost positive he is about to die.

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  • [spoiler]okay, not really what I meant.[/spoiler] [b]he chuckles.[/b] [i]"I don't remember giving you a choice."[/i] [b]the blade, glowing ominously, cuts a leg completely clean, making him fall on his knee. The rust dissolves his finger.[/b]

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  • Python drops to his knee, supporting his wieght with his left knee and right arm. "A choice? We always have a choice. I am defiant, always have been always will be." Python looks at the scythe and smiles. [spoiler]What did you mean?[/spoiler]

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  • [b]the scythe keeps glowing green, a fume emanating from the blade. Although everything on his armor seems decayed, the blade is master crafted.[/b] [i]"the results are always the same. You all die in the end."[/i] [b]he traces the blade on his face, leaving a deep scar. The fumes enter his face and cause a sharp pain. After some time, the pain dimms, but stays permanently. The wide scar burns a sinister shade of green.[/b] [i]"A gift, Mortal. A reminder of me."[/i] [b]a cloud of smoke spins around them rapidly, engulfing the scene in fumes.[/b] [i]"I shall see you soon..."[/i] [b]his voice trails off in a sinister laughter as he dissapears. You are knocked out of consciousness. When you wake up, the rust is gone, your members are back, but you can feel a pain in your face. After checking, the scar is still there, dimmingly glowing in an ominous shade of green. No matter what you try, the scar comes back.[/b]

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  • Python wakes, startled by the scar on his face, feeling pain for the first time in a very long time. He looks around, scanning his surroundings. His arms and legs are back, working well, the rust is gone, his chest repaired. "I was almost out......" He gets up, checking his guns and looking aroumd for the prince of death. "See me soon? I am your biggest supplier! I give you souls and lives by the millions a day!" He raises his arms, looking around.

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  • [b]no response. Only the slow gusting of the wind.[/b]

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  • Python shakes his head. "Why can't gods or whatever be like Ares? In your face when fighting and straight forward....." He goes back to patrolling the city.

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