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11/22/2015 12:40:23 AM
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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.
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[i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "Those kinda of words can only come from someone who's been put through it themselves."
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[i]He says nothing, but then your eyes are drawn to a pair of old dog tags around his neck, with the letters USMC on them.[/i] We've all walked through hell. The people we've loved, the people we lost, the people we've let down... Oh it hurts. But letting it slowly eat away at your mind hurts even more.
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"You show a lot more emotion then Crow. Although, it's still next to nothing."
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Crow has his moments. We all do. Even then, it's a dangerous thing. With anger comes a loss of control, irrational action, sloppiness.
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[i] Lance's eyebrow twitches in annoyance.[/i] "Yeah, guess I have mine more than most. Again, working on that."
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[i]He doesn't move, his tone calm, almost mocking.[/i] Careful, my friend. Wouldn't want to do anything [i]rash.[/i]
