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Edited by Will:
11/22/2015 12:38:08 AM
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[b] [i]New To The Place: The Golden City, South-East.[/i][/b]
[i] A lone figure stands atop a warehouse, in the south east of the sprawling masses of The Golden City. He wears a black katana, next to a white and gold katana at his hip, along with a revolver on the opposite side. Gazing out at the skyline, at how the sun turned the horizon a pleasing orange, he contemplated. Life, goals, just about everything ran through the man's mind. One thing in particular, purpose. Whether one needed a purpose to exist, Or could one just simply be? Could your existence be meaningful, having not accomplished anything? Or to be important in the eyes of man, did you have to have a purpose in life? He thought about these things, gazing upon the horizon. [/i]
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[b]Pictures of him and swords.[/b]
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http://m.imgur.com/M7y6fTV
http://m.imgur.com/Rw2UhHC
http://i77.servimg.com/u/f77/13/07/92/97/katana11.jpg
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Also:
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I'm new, so I apologize if I butcher any details about the world in advance.[/spoiler]
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A man suddenly stands beside him "Beautiful evening isn't it"
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[i] He raises his eyebrows, turning to look behind him.[/i] "Yeah, it is." [i] He remarks.[/i]
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The man has a red cloak and long grey hair with stubble on his chin "Sometimes i wonder whats over the horizon"
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[i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "Im glad I'm not the only one who spends time contemplating useless things."
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/22/2015 12:39:02 AM[i]The sounds of far-off conflict echo across the desolate and war-torn city. Explosions and the distant cracks of rifles signal that there were still pockets of resistance. The sounds of aircraft can be heard off in the distance as well, military jets, strafing and bombing enemies below. But where you stand is oddly silent, for a moment. A voice pierces the air, cold, metallic, with an American accent.[/i] Picked a nasty place to watch the sunset, kid.
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[i] The man smiles. Not one of arrogance, or happiness, just a smile. He turns around, the muscles under his black T-Shirt ripple as he does so, searching for the owner of the voice.[/i] "It's a nice view." [i] He remarks.[/i]
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[i]Behind him, a massive figure stands, wearing a full combat hardsuit, tailor-made. The armor itself is matte black, with scrapes and scratches here and there, and two bandoliers cross the figure's chest. Both are loaded with what appear to be .50 caliber bullets. At his waist, a belt holster secures a .44 magnum to his right hip, and a massive Bowie knife to his left. On his right shoulder, a saddle for shotgun shells is seen, loaded with slugs. Below it is an emblem, a familiar faded blood-red cobra. On his other shoulder, are an Ace of Spades and a King of Hearts. On one wrist, sits a tac-pad, and on the other, only the tips of some sort of blades can be seen. A tattered old cloak hangs around his shoulders, and drapes down over his back like a cape. Poking up from behind his shoulders are still more weapons. The grip of a sword, a lever-action shotgun, and the stock of a massive sniper rifle can be seen. But what stands out the most is his helmet, or rather, mask. Split down the middle, one side is white, the other black. The eyes glow an eerie blue, and several scratches and scrapes are seen on the mask. He laughs.[/i] Fantastic view, until you get down there.
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[i] The man looks him up and down, rather impressed.[/i] "If that's the case, I think I'm gonna stay up here with you and your armory. [i] He chuckles.[/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/22/2015 1:04:45 AM[i]He says nothing, then speaks. He sounds like a grizzled veteran, a man who's seen his fair share of combat.[/i] This part of the city's relatively safe, unless you decide on crossing either my men or myself, but the further east you go, the more resistance you'll get. New here, I assume?
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[i] He nods, contemplating where he'd seen that cobra from. Also wondering what the cards were for on the shoulder plate.[/i] "Yeah, pretty much. You and your men though... Your Venom Inc. aren't you?"
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That I am. Familiar with the company, then?
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"Yeah, just the basics. Massive world superpower and the like. If it kills, you can get it from Venom."
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Haven't heard it much better than that. Now what brings you to the city?
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[i] He chuckles, but there's no humor there.[/i] "Still deciding on that."
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Many a man comes looking for adventure, and many a man never makes it [i]back.[/i] But you're not like the rest. You've got quite a history, Lance. You know, it's amazing how observant Crow is. [i]He chuckles, and walks forward.[/i]
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[i] Lance's eyebrows raise, looking up at him.[/i] "So you're a friend of Crow."
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Friend? Who do you think he worked for?
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[i] Lance shrugs.[/i] "I wasnt under the impression he worked for anybody. I know he's ex- SAS, and we both know Crow isn't exactly a chatter box."
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Maybe you aren't as observant as I thought you were. [i]The emblem on Crow's shoulder, the cobra, was identical to the one on Blackjack's shoulder.[/i]
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[i] Lance's eyes widen.[/i] "Oh, that makes sense. That cobra on his armor just isn't for show then."
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Emblems are never for show, Lance. The colors we fly have meaning.
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[i] He nods.[/i] "I wouldn't have any personal experience. I've always been on my own, and still haven't decided if I'm a fan or not." [i] He smiles, but there's sadness in his eyes. There and gone in an instant.[/i]
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Crow was right.... Your emotions are powerful. Dangerous to have that much power and not be in control of it...
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[i] He winces.[/i] "Yeah, I know. Been working on the stone cold Crow face." [i] He glances at the shoulder of his armor.[/i] "Mr. Blackjack."
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The mask is only part of the game, Lance. Convincing other people is easy, convincing yourself is hard.
