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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:22 pm
The man looks at the armor, then back to his half-demon companion.
"Normal?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:27 pm
*He chuckles* First time something like this happened here, but not the first time all together... *He smiles as he draws his suprisingly hidden broad sword (which is about as long as he is tall), with one hand. What seems to be a bend wall of shadows raise behind him as he readies his attack.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:30 pm
The armor remained still, ready to form it's counter-attack at any time. Though chances were it wouldn't react at all to J. Indeed though, something familiar shifted in the training room. A thick layer of dust was silently brushed off the white sheet that hid a black case beneath it. All would go well.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:31 pm
Cole Eastcott The man looks at the armor, then back to his half-demon companion. "Normal?" "Ah." He glares sternly at his shadow and it twitches. He shakes his head and sighs. "Maybe not, I think I knew something like this but... Half-Demon you say? What is a demon?" The man realizes something between bites on his sandwich. "Oh, I'm Cole Eastcott, nice to meet you by the way."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:36 pm
Nice to meet you as well. My name is Jason Soondu... As for what a demon is... *The next moment he seems to vanish and reappear right behind his opponent at the same time, swinging down with force enough to cut through steel, never mind the blade's sharpness.* That's a bit more complex.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:38 pm
The Armor would not move, it would let the weapon cleave through it, causing a large spray of rust to enter the air. The metal body was simply a diversion for the things to come. Inside the training room there was the sound of clasps popping open. The armor still however did not seem to react.
"..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:43 pm
"Nice to meet you Jason WOAH!"
He almost loses his sandwich, juggling it a bit before grabbing it securely.
"Jebus cripes! How did you!? Is that, wait, normal right? Gah, this is going to take some getting used too. Again? Used to again? Oh to hell with it."
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:44 pm
*The wall of shadows seems to shoot out at the suit as one large, solid, spike. Jason of course, moves out of the way of his own attack as if it were to hit as easily as he did it would ram through it no question.* What was it's real target I wonder?
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:48 pm
The suit broke apart under the force of the attack, sending the heavy metal slabs flying off into the main room haphazardly. The soul of course escaped unseen and unharmed. The final clasp in the training room popped, and the sheet slid aside to reveal a large black case with silver lining. The lid swung open, revealing the blade inside. Once designed to kill a different traget, the blade sat, polished and ready. Truly the gunblade had been designed methodically, and brilliantly. It lay in the softness of the case's interior, adorned with pentagrams and the like. A few shots of ammo were lined on the interior with it. Regardless, it did not move.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:51 pm
"What do you mean it's real target? Was that thing.. um, malign?"
He drains one of the glasses of juice, orange, and starts making himself another sandwich.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:52 pm
*Once he sees parts of it flying off, he thrusts his hand at the spike which destroyed the suit and it turned into an orb, holding what it could of the slabs inside.* Wow, didn't think it was that cheap a distraction...
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:54 pm
The metal was easilly contained by Jason, and the other parts simply hit the floor without being any threat. In the training room, the trigger of the weapon twitched slightly. The soul in the room was ready to kill Jason, and it would only take a few more moments to be ready.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:54 pm
Cole Eastcott "What do you mean it's real target? Was that thing.. um, malign?" He drains one of the glasses of juice, orange, and starts making himself another sandwich. Both here and everywhere else, nothing goes down that easily unless it's for a reason... Obviously we weren't important to it... As for what it was I think it was just a temporary shell... Hell if I know if it had a soul in it in the first place. *He shrugs*
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:56 pm
"Soul?"
Cole asks around a mouthful of sandwich.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:58 pm
*He chuckles slightly* Yet another hard question, can't you think of any thing easy to ask sweatdrop *He was about as aware of something trying to kill him as a fly was aware that a kid just pulled the legs off a spider three cities away. In other words, not at all.*
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