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| Heaven's Gate; Gatz, Ravage, Training request | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 7 2016, 01:12 PM (211 Views) | |
| Ravage | Jan 7 2016, 01:12 PM Post #1 |
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a tall cloaked figure walked along the street his form well hidden by the steel colored cloth draping his form. Ravage looked up at the sights of the city, his feet wrapped in the same colored cloth hiding the Bio-android's chitin plating. he had heard of someone willing to take in and train Andriods, and after hearing about Cell, Ravage put it together that he was an artificial creation. walking up to what he could see as the dojo Ravage felt energy flowing from the building perhaps this was his destination. entering the building Ravage stood away from the main training floor and to the side waiting for a chance to speak to someone. wc: 118 Edited by Ravage, Jan 7 2016, 07:21 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 7 2016, 05:21 PM Post #2 |
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"1000,1002, 1003....neck snaps.." he grunted during his pull ups. He had ten tons of weights on both legs, feeling a bit of a warm up, but not even close to tiring him out. His infrared sensors felt something drawing close. Upon the freak walking in, he dropped from the ceiling, landing on his feet after doing pull ups. He grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and tossed it at the weird wuss that walked in during his training. "He better have a damn good reason for interrupting me during my training or I'm ripping his face off.. he thought to him. The six foot terror had on a hoodie. He had his hood over his head to get him into the zone of training and fighting for scraps. It kept him sharp, reminding him where he came from. ![]() "What the hell do you want?" he asked being blunt with his statement. "Master Bel isn't here. I gave her the day off." he hadn't had any students for awhile. He assumed the freak wanted to train with Bel. Knowing she had a long week, he gave her the day off and looking over the dojo during it. wc: 213 |
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| Ravage | Jan 7 2016, 06:18 PM Post #3 |
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Ravage caught the towel cast at him with a low hiss before casting it aside. The scorpion like Bio-android stood silent otherwise. being taller than the man before him forced him to look down at him. moving his hands to his hood ravage lowered his hood showing his face. with two loud snapping noises Ravage's faceplate lowered from his mouth. "I am Ravage. I seek a man named Gatz, I was told he could help something like me." wc: 78 Edited by Ravage, Jan 7 2016, 07:20 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 7 2016, 06:57 PM Post #4 |
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Oc: [Put your word count ]The strange wuss lowered his hood, revealing his green dinosaur face. He had a tail too sticking out of his coat too. The terror's hollow glare studied the freak's posture and appearance to see if he had anything worth training. Was he worth it? Using his infrared sensors, he scanned his power level, finding it to be low, but stronger than the human garbage that sought training from him. ![]() He didn't lower his hoodie and unstrapped the weights off his legs, kicking them to the side. They made a loud clunk noise upon hitting the wall, causing it to dent on impact. "You're looking at him. The Greatest Android Terror." he pointed to himself. "I'm the General of this place too." he added. "You one of those bio freaks with the Red Ribbon Army?" he questioned him. He had no tolerance for bastards part of the Red Ribbon Army and Black Bow Army. wc: 170 twc: 383 Edited by Gatz, Jan 7 2016, 06:58 PM.
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| Ravage | Jan 7 2016, 07:20 PM Post #5 |
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So this was Gatz. Ravage's stance held an odd dignity his power may be low but he was willing to try. "It is a pleasure to meet you Gatz." he said bowing his head slightly. "Red Ribbon Army?" the bio-droid said quizzically. Glass mother and the doctor never mentioned that. " with a shake of his shoulders Ravage's tail dropped from inside of his cloak. "Though their imprint has failed I feel the need to kill. I don't want to kill unless it's my choice. Please help me." He tensed still not used to asking other for help since emerging into the world. wc: 102 |
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| Gatz | Jan 7 2016, 09:48 PM Post #6 |
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The freak looked clueless as fuck at the mention of the Red Ribbon Army. He saved his reptilian skin from getting torn off and used as a belt. "Good. I had the dojo mat cleaned last night. I don't want freak blood all over it." he commented. Upon hearing the dinosaur say he wanted to keep control of his lust for death, the terror's eyes sneered. "Don't be weak. Learn to control your impulse and use it for your power. Just look at me. I feel like ripping your face off right now for bothering me during my training, but it's under control." he said, using himself as an example. There wasn't a day that went by that his thoughts were clear of violent images and psychotic tendencies. Keeping it under control, is why he had an empire. "Killing is the easy, but killing for a purpose takes skill. You don't want to kill to feed your hunger. You want to kill to make yourself better. For power. Embrace it. Don't hide it. If you kill, do it with a purpose behind it. Remember that and you'll go far in life." he said, talking from experience. ![]() wc: 215 twc: 601 |
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| Ravage | Jan 10 2016, 01:37 PM Post #7 |
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it didn't take a genius to figure out that the man had an extremely low oppinion of the insectoid Bio-android. Ravage was still trying to grap this new world he was thrust into from the moment he freed himself from Glass mother and his maker. "That is why I came to see you. I seek your help. I despise my maker. my thoughts turn to my hunger often, And I want help to remove this last shackle of his." Ravage's Clawed hand was trembling, before closing up into a fist as he recollected himself. "I can be a valuable ally sir. if you let me." WC: 106 Edited by Ravage, Jan 10 2016, 01:37 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 10 2016, 03:34 PM Post #8 |
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"For your sake, you better be worth my time because I hate it when fools waste it." he threatened, turning his attention to the weights he had in the dojo that his wife used for her students. He grabbed a set up weights, handing them to the green skinned freak. They were light ankle and wrist weights. They weighed nothing to him, but for the freak they'd be more than enough. Upon giving him the weights, he glared at his hand before setting his murderous stare on the freak. ![]() "I'm putting you on a diet until you learn how to control your instincts and use them. My training will be the only thing you'll be thinking about because you'll be too busy thinking about survival to have your mind on anything else. My training will be the worst hell you've gone through. Hell most wusses don't get past the first day. I don't have time for complaints either. If you can't handle hell, the exit is right there." he gave him specific instructions. "Put those weights on." he ordered. wc: 187 twc: 789 Edited by Gatz, Jan 10 2016, 03:36 PM.
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| Gatz | Jan 13 2016, 09:07 AM Post #9 |
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"Why do the weaklings gravitate to me?" he pondered annoyed, wondering what about his dojo brought upon the weaklings that were either scared, traumatized, wanted hand outs, or couldn't get the concept of training. He wasn't a master to be picking daisies or having a conversation with. He waited for the freak to reply to his methods. Nothing. There wasn't a single answer from the seven foot tall dinosaur that walked in, asking for help to control the hunger he had. The terror got little response from the green freak, figuring he had somewhere else to be or something else to do that didn't pertain to the ultimate beast's training. "Tch, what a waste of my damn time.." he snarled in thought. Forming a scowl, he balled his fists. He thought about slaughtering the freak right there and then for wasting his time, but having killed some of his previous students, it wouldn't be good for business to kill another. He had uses for more punching bags that walked in unannounced for his training. The terror of old would have snapped rex's neck the second walked in for looking at him funny. Bel had something to do with him having an ounce more of patience by thinking of the bigger picture. The hunger pains must have got to the green beast. Deciding it'd be better for him to get back to his training for outer space travels, the terror handed the freak a couple of weights before turning his back to him. "Get the hell out of my dojo and come back to me when you're not wasting my time," he barked, turning his attention back to his training. [Accepted] wc: 291 twc: 1,080 Edited by Gatz, Jan 13 2016, 09:08 AM.
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