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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 4:27 pm
The Grammaton Clerics is an underground organization of the State of Libria, located somewhere along the borders of Russia. Gunslingers are a true foe having extreme fighting and mental discipline. Possessing no particularly advanced skill in Magic or Psionics of note; their skills are nearly entirely based on mental tactics and their body's physique. One of the few concentratedly physical human classes, the Gunslingers train in hitting their opponents without the need of aiming, while being able to avoid return attacks; both relying on where the opponent should be rather than where the opponent is, eliminating a step in the aiming process. An upgrade of humans not to be taken lightly. Gunslingers user a Special Gun with advanced energy-based ammunition; which can be purchased from the Urahara Shoten under "Gunslinger Items". Quote: -Gunslinger Techniques- Name: The Gun-Kata - 10 Posts (1000 Words)Type: Fighting Style Element: N/A Range: Self Class: Gunslinger Description: The Gun-Kata treats the gun as a total weapon, each fluid position representing a maximum kill zone. It places emphasis on two tenets: shooting the enemy as efficiently as possible, and avoiding return fire. Hitting targets is a matter of knowing where enemy fighters are likely to be located in relation to the user, which removes the problem of aiming (especially at close ranges) and allows the user to defeat foes with preemptive fire before they can present a true threat. Avoiding return fire is also a matter of statistical predicting, avoiding the enemy's most likely lines of fire. In short, Gun Kata is the art of shooting where the enemy should be, while not being where the enemy should shoot. A third, though less commonly used, tenant is constantly knocking off the enemy's aim and leaving him or her no time to shoot in your direction. Increases: Speed +2, Defense +2, Strength +1 Master Level: 100 Other: Must learn as a prerequisite to becoming a Gunslinger Name: Sniper's Eye - 6 Posts (600 Words)Type: Support Element: N/A Range: N/A Class: Gunslinger Description: This technique passively increases the range at which the user can fire bullets, and can be leveled up by paying stat points. Other: (Level 1, +20 Feet) ; (Level 2, +30 Feet) ; (Level 3, +40 Feet) ; (Level 4, +50 Feet) ; (Level 5, +60 Feet) Master Level: 5 Name: Ammunition Extension - 4 Posts (400 Words)Type: Support Element: N/A Range: Self Class: Gunslinger Description: Once this skill is learned, the amount of ammunition given by each Ammunition Magazine and Capsule is doubled. Name: Tri-Shot - 8 Posts (800 Words)Type: Offensive Element: N/A Range: 30 Feet Class: Gunslinger Description: Consume only a single bullet from the Ammunition Magazine, and 5 points of SP, in order to fire three bullets in a single shot towards an opponent. Each individual shot possesses power equal to 3/4 of the user's Strength. Name: Armor Piercing Shot - 10 Posts (1000 Words)Type: Offensive Element: N/A Range: 50 Feet Class: Gunslinger Description: Consuming 10 bullets from the user's Ammunition Supply, the user can launch a powerful single-strike bullet which can shatter barriers on impact. The bullet also possesses power equal to the user's Strength + SP. Name: Percussive Slug - 8 Posts (800 Words)Type: Stunner Element: N/A Range: 20 Feet Class: Gunslinger Description: A close-range bullet which consumes 5 bullets from the user's Ammunition Supply. Its ability to hit is based on luck, rather than stats, by rolling a 4-sided Die. If the number is even the opponent will be struck in the head and stunned for one turn. If the number is odd, then the shot will miss. Other: Cooldown of 3 turns after a successful hit. Name: Quicksilver - 6 Posts (600 Words)Type: Mastery Element: N/A Range: Self Class: Gunslinger Description: Once this skill is learned, the user no longer has to wait a gaian post in order to change Magazines/Capsules when they run out, . Instead they can in change it on their next available post and use the new ammunition immediately. Other: All other Gunslinger techniques must be learned first
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 3:42 pm
Jeremiah Gottwald grinned as he walked into the area and glanced around at the people who were in the room, seeing that this new location was one that would provide significant training for those who wanted to know how to combat a creature of lesser nature than the humans who thrived in this place. Jeremiah knew that the thing that was stalking him, the phantom who became clearer as he went on, was also one of those being whose might would not be measure through mere convenience, and if he was to avoid a situation like the one that claimed his arm then he would have to become capable of killing the things that wanted his life. If god found his life to be an amusing game that he should play with, then Jeremiah would simply find a way to kill the phantom messengers that were not a destined murderer. He would turn the hunter into the hunted, he would do it if he was a son of man and he knew that there was not going to be an end to the attacks until his skills were enough to combat even the large beast that he had once killed bare handed. He didn't know why it was that he was in such a situation, but he would find a way to make it so that a man could crush the devil and the son of the spawn of hell that wished for his demise. Gun kata was a skill used by those who were willing to put an art into weapon fighting, and he could use such arts in his conquest of the ones who came from beyond the earth. More than that, he was to be the next emperor of Japan and that meant that he would have to become capable of killing those who would oppose him in hand to hand combat or any other art, whatever it took to be a man of true valor. He was a true ruler and in the end he would become what he was a thing that those who stood around him could not; those who fought to kill other humans were in a way too simple for his wish to ever fully be granted while fighting or aiding against. Instead, he would be a messenger of death unto the dead, a light to the life of those still iiving, and with his phantom ally he would make use of that which only the one on Earth could still see. He knew that the strong would be a perfect candidate, he knew that those who put forth an effor twould be those who became the rulers, and he would claim the land of men to be his own, and in turn he would rule what those who were too weak to would have let go. The sight of the others made him sick at his stomach because he knew that it was a simple thing to kill those who thought they were the best. But he was the best ,and that meant that he could not let such insignificant thoughts begin to cloud their minds when he would have to eliminate that which was his enemy's greatest power. The gun kata was his art from now on, and it was an art that said that those who had come first would be better than those hwo had come second, and he was far from being the first or second in finding the art of the gun fights. Instead he was a man who came after many years and was the last generation in the fighting style so far, and he would have to learn from his masters and hear that they were the ones who knew what was best and what was not when it came to the fights that the group were going to do. Jeremiah knew that he would not do that, and he had no idea why they wanted him to bow to what was the art of men who did not know just how strong they were in comparison to the emissaries of god that would walk about here and there for the mere pleasure of hunting the souls of the living that Jeremiah had all the claims and rights over. If he was going to kill that which came in spirit form and said that it was the master of humans, then he would not accept any insults from those who were not above him in power, and they would not exist in turn. Jeremiah sighed as one of them muffled a 'move it' and told him to grab the gun, since he had entered as just any other student, and he knew that a few eyes were on his back as he moved towards the table, thinking that if he made a move to do something funny, which more than a few people had done, that they would use the skills they learned here to make a mess of the man who was at the table. But Jeremiah felt once again that he was a man who did not seek the virtues of the berated, and the idea of training for years and years according to an art that he did not believe in in the first place told him that there was not a reason for him to grab the weapon in hasty elegance and begin to ask for a lesson or two in the skill, but to use the weapon for a purpose. A heart beat was all that set the air afloat as he grabbed the gun, and in hasty motion turned, a sound of firing going through the air as a bullet left through the barrel, a pass through the nearest man's chest making it clear that he had the intent to kill all those who knew the art of gun kata at present. As Jeremiah turned, his eye trained on the others as they went to grab their gun,s his reflexes already far beyond human because he was neither man nor machine, a cyborg with an eye that saw through the lies of death and a body that did not seek to feel the pain that was come from the living making him suffer. The trigger resounded again twice, a bullet through each of the men who watched as he made quick work of those present, the art already a thing that he could see through without the practice they wanted. What was needed, the mind of a computer to see the statistics? He had that, and more, and he was a man who did not see as a man would see. "I will be the ruler of Japan soon enough. Soon..." Jeremiah left through the door he had entered, letting the room be quiet as he avoided the one who had been trying to catch him in the first place, knowing soon another would walk in the room and see what a thing had happened. Jeremiah would kill a fool that sought his life, and he would save a soul that needed to be strong. In the end the strong would find their own way, and they would be a thing which no one could match, even if he was destined to kill until the world was red with the blood of that which had once inhabited it in a way that made all life begin to fade. He would bring good to the world, he would make a sanctuary where life was not a hunt for food nor was it a game in which creatures would hunt on man, he would make a kingdom, a throne on the backs of the men who had come before him, and in the end he would use the support of the world in order to reach heaven and put the weapon of his through the heart of the one who sent the celestial beasts to him in hopes of killing him in a divine manner. The heavens known as soul society would see that he meant to be a man of earth and that his world did not need the beasts to come at him, and in the end he would make even the almighty submit to his will. It was time for him to put an end to the hypocrisy that came when death was mentioned in the world, and the rule of Japan was the rule of the white suited man who had yet to sip a good drink of champagne in recent times. Quote: 1445 words Gun Kata & Ammunition Extension Learned
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:24 pm
::Training grounds:: Ren arrived onto the training grounds that kyle's map had led him to and arrived upon it with a look of sheer confusion on his face. “This is it?” Ren asked as he looked around, the map had lead him to the top of a hill with a single tree on top of it and a man drinking what appeared to be sake sitting beneath the tree, to the right however was a small wooden shack that looked far too small to be of any use for this gun thingy. “Your wasting your time, just leave.” The man said as he parted his lips from his drink for a single instant to dismiss Ren. “Its obvious that you cant tell what this place is, and if you cant tell what it is than I dont want to be training you.” The man said as his eyes wandered back to the vast scenery that lay before him, a humble sigh parting his lips as he clearly felt at peace. “Please sir, you dont understand, I need you to train me, my sister was kidnapped and I must get stronger fast so I can go and save her.” Ren said, pleading with the man who hardly seemed to be listening. “You know, you can tell a lot about a person through simple observations of their actions and the way they talk, for example, you came here, not knowing what this place was but happening to know that I was a teacher of some sort, that tells me that someone who knew about this place must have told you about it beforehand. And judging by your story you initially didn't plan on receiving any sort of training, you were going to rush head first into there.” The man took another sip of his drink before placing it down on the ground. “That tells me you are rash and don't think about your actions before you make them. I Refuse to train another pupil like that, I refuse to train someone else who wishes to only run out and die, so get out of my sights!” The man commanded Ren before looking at the boy who had his knees planted into the ground, his forehead bowing so hard that a dent began to form within the dirt and tears rolled down his face. “Your right.” Ren sobbed as his eyes squinted tightly shut as if trying to hold in his tears. “I was going to run in there and get myself and my sister killed, and I know im coming at the last possible minute, but you have to help me, please!” Ren cried out, pleading to the man. “I hate kids.” The man sighed out as he told Ren to stand up. “Fine, my name is Van, you will call me your sensei, and from now on, I shall be your sensei, this will not be some short one day lesson, I am going to train you until you are the best, do you understand boy?” Van asked in a commanding tone of voice to Ren, only to be replied to with by a simple nod from Ren. “Now, this training will not be easy, and as you are running short on time it will be even harder still, but I will teach you everything you need to know to survive the coming days, utilizing it will be all up to you.” Van commanded as he reached to his side, pulling out a .45 caliber revolver which he handed to Ren before standing beside him. “Now, see that apple way up there?” Van asked as he pointed at the tree that seemed to be bearing an apple near the top. “Shoot it.” Van commanded as he stood to the side, waiting for Ren to take aim, pausing for a few moments before spinning to the side and delivering a clothesline to the boy's chest which launched him to the ground. “That shot took far too long!” Van commanded “That was barely three seconds.” Ren said in complete confusion, wondering exactly what had just happened to him. “Yes, and I am sure that this group of people you intend on using this fighting style on all intend to give you time to sit there and aim your gun.” Van said in a very smug tone. “This is a fighting style, a very complex one at that, you must already have them lined up in your sights before you draw your gun, you must know exactly where your hand needs to be, exactly what time to pull the trigger, everything.” Van commanded before staring at the tree once again. “This style is difficult to use, yes, but if mastered, is one of the best, now do it again.” “Yes Van.” Ren said as he began getting up before getting knocked right back down onto the ground. “Is this very safe when I have a gun in my hand?” Ren asked in complete confusion. “I am your teacher, refer to me as sensei, and besides, after I handed it to you I reset the safety, your observation skills are lacking if im able to lock a gun that your holding onto.” 'he locked the gun after he gave it to me.' Ren thought to himself as he stood back up onto his feet, unlocking, unlocking the safety as he raised the gun once again, this time not bothering to fully aim as he pulled the trigger, sending the bullet rocketing towards the apple as it ripped through the stem, forcing the apple to fall to the ground. “I doubt you doing that was skill more than just blind luck but alright, ill train you.” Van said as he looked at Ren who looked extatic while trying to hold it in at the same time. And for the next 24 hours their training went very similarly to this with ren messing up slightly in some way he was unable to see and Van knocking him to the ground with barely a moments notice, most of the time you could hardly call it training what they were doing training, but it was making Ren better and better. “Alright Ren, good luck out there.” Van said with a slight bow. “You know, I didnt expect you to make it all 24 hours to be honest, I thought you were going to quit the entire time.” “No, I have someone I need to save, remember?” Ren said with a smirk on his face as he began walking off to complete his mission at hand. “There you go again with that rashness Ren.” Van said as Ren turned around, a pistol being thrown into his hand along with a holster attachment for his belt. “The next session will be on Monday after school, you had better be here.” Van said as he turned around, waving his student off onto his next mission at hand, saving his sister. Quote: Ren kagamine Training 1141 words for Gun-kata
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 12:19 pm
Jason was lead through the hallways of the Grammaton Cleric's headquarters with his hands slipped into his pockets. Having called in a few favors, Jason was going to be trained by some of the best gunmen in the world. He had always had a fascination with firearms, but his father had never allowed him to pursue it. Now that he was far away from his father, he had all the freedom he wanted, and the money to do just about anything. Jason entered a large room with reinforced walls and doors. The walls had dents in them, probably from stray bullets. This was going to be intense. In the room was a man in a sleek black robe of sorts. His finely manicured appearance would have sent a chill down Jason's spine if he hadn't already seen a picture of this man. His teacher. The two men who led him to this room quickly scrambled out and closed the door behind them. Jason thought he heard it lock from the outside. He blinked as the man before him drew his gun. "My name is John Preston." He said flatly. "Draw your weapon. Be sure to insert this." He said tossing a clip at Jason. "It's full of blanks. You're far to inexperienced to use live ammo." He said coldly as he slipped his own clip into a pistol remarkably similar to Jasons. Jason pulled out his own gun and repeated the action. "Excellent. You can reload." Weather that was an attempt at sarcasm, or his standards were really that low, no one would ever know. "Now." Preston blurred as he appeared next to Jason with his pistol pointed at his head. "Begin." Jason knew what he was suppose to do, but that didn't mean he was any good at it. He lurched forward, pulling his head away from the gun, and brought up his own gun to point it at Preston. The Grammaton Cleric didn't even blink as he brushes the gun's barrel away from him and brought his own forward and hit Jason right in the forehead with the barrel. "Wrong. Do it again. If you get me in your sights, fire. I may do the same." Preston took a step back, and holstered his gun. "Begin." Jason's gun was already out of its holster. He couldn't believe how stupid this man was. Letting him have an advantage with a gun, at this range was suicide (provided they were using live ammo). As his barrel swung into alignment with Preston, the emotionless man ducked to the side and drew his own gun. Jason reacted like the man had before. His free hand palmed the gun and pushed it away from him as he tried to realign his aim. Preston's left hand came up and pushed Jason's barrel straight up in the air. In shock, Jason fired, his blank not even aimed close to Preston. The Cleric showed no emotion as his own barrel came up right into the bottom of Jason's mouth, the barrel pointed straight up. "Better. Again." Preston stepped back and allowed Jason to regain his composure. "Begin." Preston once again began to take aim at Jason. Now that he'd seen how fast the strongest of the Grammaton Clerics were, he could tell this whole time he'd been slowing himself down so Jason would have a shot at countering. This time, instead of swatting with his free hand and aiming after he swat, he swatted with his pistol and fired as his barrel passed over Preston. However, it was unlikely that Preston hadn't faced someone like this before. Instead of simply letting his arm be pushed aside like before, he rolled it under the swat and grabbed Jason's barrel with his free hand, pulling the guns aim away from him. With his barrel now pointing at Jason, Preston began to speak. "Terrible. Aga-" Jason's free hand grabbed Preston's barrel and pulled it away as well. Now with each gunners barrel pointing to the side, it was a stalemate. Not content with even this, Jason slide his body to the side, slipping his right leg between Preston's legs and sweeping it back into Preston's left leg, aiming to throw him off balance. As he did that, the rich boy pulled his own gun away from Preston's momentarily faltered grip and spun the gun backward, taking grip of the barrel and swinging the grip at Preston's head. The Grammaton Cleric was a bit caught off guard by Jason's quick thinking, but was far from going losing. His left hand came up and grabbed Jason's right wrist. The leg sweep brought his left leg to a kneel, but that was all for the better. With Jason's wrist in hand (even if his own gun was also in Jason's hands) Preston twisted on the wrist, causing the teenagers fingers to spasm and release his own gun. Preston pulled his hand back and grabbed the released gun from mid-air (it was already facing Jason from his pistol whip anyway) and pulled back on the hammer of Jason's pistol, he cocked the gun which was now against Jason's other wrist. "Excellent." Preston said as Jason seized up. The high schooler released Prestons pistol and backed away, forgetting for a moment they were only blanks and thinking that Preston was really going to put a bullet through his wrist to get his gun back. Preston pushed the hammer back up, uncocking the gun, and slipped the safety on. The black garbed badass tossed Jason his gun and holstered his own. "That was most proficient for a first timer. If you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." The man walked up to the door which locked from the outside and tapped three times. The door swung open and Preston looked back at Jason. "Feel free to practice in here. Ammo's in that case." He said pointing to a metal case in the corner. "Don't kill yourself." Preston said as he walked gracefully away. Quote: 1000/1000 words. Gun Kata Learned! 80/400 Words. Ammo Extension.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 1:14 pm
Jason slammed the clip of live ammo into his pistol and pulled back on the hammer. Taking aim at the target he set up, he squeezed the trigger and blinked from the sound. He hadn't expected it to be that loud. The boy lowered the gun (noticing he hit about two inches to the left of the bulls eye) and rubbed his ears. How did people do this all the time without going deaf? Wait... earplugs! Duh! Jason scrambled over to the metal case with the ammo and looked around. Surely they must have- ah ha! Found them. Jason mashed the orange plugs into his ears and walked back over to his impromptu shooting range. He fired a few more shots, hitting pretty close to the bulls eye each time. That was when it hit him. This gun wasn't recoiling. The bullets just came flying out. That certainly wasn't normal. Jason pushed the hammer back up and released the clip. That was when he noticed why it didn't recoil. The gun didn't fire bullets at all. It didn't even use gunpowder. It was a mass of energy which he could only assume took part of itself to make bullets and propelled them with its own energy. Ingenious. Theoretically, this one clip could be used for the rest of someones life. Jason had picked up a few things about controlling spiritual energy, and he knew he could refill something like this with enough time. Hell, he could certainly add a bit more energy while using it to increase its lifespan in battle. Now determined to extend his ammo capacity, Jason refilled the clip with his own spirit energy, then slammed it home. Taking aim at the target, he began to fire off all the round he could without interfering with the clips energy. He counted twenty five shots in all. In and of itself, it was a pretty good sized clip. With a little work, he was sure he could extend that even further. Taking a few minutes to refill the clip, Jason took aim again, this time slowly feeding spirit energy into the barrel so the clip didn't have to use as much to make the bullets. Jason took a deep breath, cleared his head, and began to fire. In a moment, he passed the twenty five mark. He began to smile. Perhaps he could even make it to fifty! At that time, his slide locked at 34 shots. Not bad for his first try. The wanna be gunslinger removed his clip and began to refill it again. He slammed the clip home, pushed the slide forward, and pulled back the hammer. "Gotta make it to fifty." He said to himself. The human began to both pump energy into the barrel and the clip. If he could refill the clip as it was being used, albeit slower than he was using it, he could definitely stretch it out to fifty. He started firing. Passing twenty five. Looking good. Nothing wrong so far. Going past forty two he started to feel himself having to try harder to fire bullets. The clip was about empty. Last until fifty. Last until fifty. He thought as he continued firing. The slide locked and the clip slipped out. "Fifty." Quote: 400/400 words. Ammo Extension mastered! 277/600 words Quicksilver
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 1:43 pm
Now that he could extend his clip, fight in close range, and shoot his gun (duh), Jason had another exercise in mind. If his clip ever ran out in a heated fire fight, he'd be ********. Hard. He needed to learn how to reload without wasting time. The easiest way to do that would be, but of course, reloading and reloading until he could do it almost instantly. "Alright." Jason said to himself as he fetched a second clip from the case and placed it in his pocket, the likely place it would be in if he got in a fight. The gunslinger in training let off all but one round of his first clip and thought about how to best approach this. "Odds are I'll have counted my shots. I can't see myself being so negligent as to think I have more than I really do." He said to himself softly. "So as soon as I release my last shot, the magazine will detach and fall to the ground. Before it's even clear, my left hand will already have the next magazine in hand, and slam it home. Easy." He said confidently. The teenager released his last shot and the clip started to fall. His left hand already had the second magazine in hand and was moving up with it. The moment the first clip was clear, the second was slipped into the grip. The slide jerked forward and Jason pulled back the hammer, firing immediately. "Hah! First try. Am I a genius or what?" He asked the room as he released the clip he had just fired from and holstered his gun. He was done for now. He might come back to this place later, may learn some more from Preston. Maybe kill the b*****d. Who knows? Jason walked out of the Grammaton Clerics training room with a smirk on his face. Quote: 600/600 words. Quicksilver mastered. 18 words left over.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:46 pm
Marcus sighed and leaned back against a wall. He had never really bothered to take the time to go here, despite that this was where most of those who sought the art of guns went. 'Sides, he wasn't here for any training or reminiscing. He was here for two things. Comfortable shoes and vodka! Marcus looked around searching for a certain crate with a certain label. "What ho!" Marcus skipped across the platform and stopped by a crate. Checking a few markings on its side and the paper attached to it, Marcus picked up the whole crate and moved to the entrance to one of the underground caverns hallways. Dropping the crate when he arrived, Marcus pulled out a crowbar and attempted to open the crate. After a few minutes of vicious tugging, Marcus succeeded in chipping the nails, scratching the wood, and bending the crowbar. "This isn't going to work..." Marcus tossed aside the bent crowbar which landed on the ground with a resounding clang and pulled out one of his Dragonfire Revolvers. "Should have done this to start." Marcus let out several rounds from his revolver at the crate. Smiling to himself Marcus gently tapped the crate with his foot. The wooden box fell open, revealing neatly stacked bottles of... some really good Russian company's vodka and a pair of very nice looking shoes. Marcus twirled his revolver back to it's holster and sat down next to the pile of bottles. "Ah yes. This is why you come to the middle of nowhere, Russia. Good vodka." Marcus whistled happily to himself as he produced a glass from somewhere in his jacket.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:58 pm
Dakarai exited a portal just inside the underground area. He looked around, a bit confused. He'd been given orders from Pandora to come check the place out due to it's high spiritual pressure, so he did. But... it looked kinda empty. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, heading off down a hallway. He jumped and dove into a corner when he heard a loud clanging noise. He looked around slowly, but then jumped again when he heard gunshots. Dakarai looked around... still nothing. He shrugged, continuing on down the hallway. Worst that could happen to him was he could die. As he came to a door he stood behind it, listening. There was some chatter on the other side. Dakarai took a step back before bringing his foot up and kicking open the door. He stepped in, looking at the only man in the room. "Name's Dakarai, and who--" He began, then noticed the vodka. He almost had a heartattack at the sight. He looked up at the man with a smirk. "Russian vodka, eh? Nice stuff. Nope you don't mind sharing." He said, picking up a bottle and opening it, taking a big swig straight from the bottle. Dakarai drank every now and again, and he was known to be able to put a lot of alcohol away. He looked over to the man. "Anyway... name's still Dakarai. Who are you, and what is this place?" He asked, taking another swig of the bottle. Quote:  Dakarai: +253
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:31 pm
Few people could have drawn guns faster than Marcus had done when the door fell in. Fewer still could have put them back just as quickly, if not more so. Marcus watched as he lost a bottle of precious Russian vodka to the newcomer... Oh well, this was why you have connections and have suppliers as close friends... And on your speed dial: to have them give you more when things like this happen. "I would surely hope so. Because then I'd have to ask you to do my taxes if you can do paperwork that fast. As for me and this place." Marcus looked around. "Welcome to the start of almost every wannabe Gunslinger, the Grammaton Clerics. That's with two M's by the way. As for me," Marcus paused to take a swig himself. "Name's Marcus."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:58 pm
Dakarai nodded as he took another heavy drink from the bottle. "So this place is infested with human trainees wanting to master guns?" He asked with a smirk, looking around. "Sound fun. Unfortunately, I'm still shinigami. Rogue of course, but still." He shrugged, looking down at the bottle. "It would always be more fun to be a human that lived forever than a shinigami that lived forever." He said and smiled before taking another drink from the bottle. "Course though, then you couldn't just appear at will to steal some expensive vodka." He said and laughed a little. The place was interesting, that was sure. interesting in structure, anyway. The action was alittle... less than pleasing. "So what's going on around here, anyhoo?" He asked Marcus. Quote: Dakarai: +253 +141 +129
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 9:27 pm
Marcus smiled and drained the rest of his bottle, a good three-fourths of it still in, and placed the empty next to him. "Well... It would appear that we are enjoying this... Very fine and extremely... extremely expensive Russian vodka, which for your information, was not stolen, but legally purchased and given to me as a gift." Marcus pulled out another bottle and took a swig. "Mostly cause the guy owes me some favors... And I help him keep the smugglers out..." Marcus turned, hearing voices coming down the hall and even softer than that... Gunshots. "Well speak of the devil. I showed up cause I heard that some guys I chased out had started to come back. Looks like the party''s started without me." Marcus stood up, two Dragonfire Revolvers appearing in his hands as he moved out towards the middle of the hall. "I'll just be a minute or so." Marcus pulled up both guns, vague white lines appearing in his mind's eye as he traced and calculated the paths of his attacks down a memorized map of the back tunnels, each line vanishing as he brought the guns to his preferred firing position, listening for the sounds of the gunfight. I hear AK-47's... A couple more semi-autos... None are his men's so... Marcus smiled. "I love it when they suffer internal disputes. Makes earning my keep that much easier." Marcus unloaded both his revolvers down the hall, slight shifts in his wrist yielding ever varying shots so that when he heard the clack that meant he was empty, all hundred shots were traveling down individual paths. Marcus took a seat and took a swig from his bottle.
Farther down the hall Marcus was shooting at, a group of men hid in an alcove of a platform, watching the smugglers engaged in an all out gunfight over some internal dispute. The men were getting ready to move before the entire area got hit by a barrage from an unknown source (in reality, it was Marcus' barrage). The result kicked up a dust cloud of splinters as wooden crates were shredded to pieces under the barrage. The men easily took down all of the smugglers who were lost in a daze trying to figure out what had just happened. The leader of the smugglers just shook his head wearily. He had seen this kind of thing happen before. One of his bosses old friends was an almost uncanny shot and turned up from time to time to help out with clearing smugglers out of the clerics.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 8:57 am
It didn't take long for him to finish off his first bottle either, but rather than taking another one he simply sat his empty bottle on the floor and leaned against a wall. He looked over to his new... friend... and watched as he exited the room for just a moment. Long enough to fire off a few clips of the guns. He nodded slowly in approval before smirking to the man as he came back. "Dayum." He said, looking down at his watch, then back up. "This place is like a miniature war-zone." He said with a laugh. "Is there.... someone out there you need to dispose of? Intruders suck, after all." He said with a slight laugh. It was a little awkward, he wasn't going to lie. But Pandora sent him here so he may as well figure out what was going on. Quote: Dakarai: +435 +148
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 6:16 am
Marcus laughed. "But only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The rest of the week we all go down to the bar." Marcus laughed again. "As for those any bodies to be disposed of, we have cleaner crews for that sort of stuff... Speaking of which..." Marcus flipped out a cellphone and speed-dialed someone. "...Yeah, it's me. ...Who else genius? ...Look just get a cleaning crew down to the tunnels... Wha? ...You already sent someone over? Who told... Really. They do? They did what?! Ugh... No, no I don't want them. ...Send them to that daughter or that wife you're always ranting about... Seriously, what the hell am I going to do with five hundred bouquets of flowers from some country I've never... Okay, so they're from France. Big deal. I. Still. Don't. Want. Them. ...Uh huh. Uh huh... Kay... Alright. Sounds good. Bye." Marcus hung up and sighed. Apparently the team that was going to sweep the smugglers he had just taken out had decided to show their gratitude by buying him a truck load of flowers.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:32 pm
Dakarai smirked at the man's comment. Going to a bar, eh? If it was the type of bar he was thinking of, he wouldn't mind coming to this place more often. He finally gave into temptation though as the man pulled out a cell phone. He grabbed another bottle of the vodka and opened it, tipping it back as he took another hefty swig. When the man was done he nodded a little, looking over at him with a smirk. "What was that about? Someone giving you a little gift?" He asked and laughed a little. This place was more interesting than Soul Society, that was for sure. That place was so serious, whereas this place was so fun. And there was expensive Russian vodka, who could ask for more? Well maybe some strippers, but they were close. Quote: Dakarai: +435 +148 +184 +140
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:04 pm
Marcus eyed the second bottle this Rogue Shinigami had swiped from him. "Kind of. Some guys wanted to repay my aid with a bunch of flowers." Marcus shook his head at the thought. Really. His luck was not THAT bad with the ladies. "Unfortunately, I happen to have no need for a truck load of flowers." Though there were those who would happen to disagree.
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