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A Pale Moonlight Walk; [Private; Training Gatz and Mist]
Topic Started: Jul 14 2016, 04:25 AM (413 Views)
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Placing some money on the counter - money he stole - the creature swigged his last shot and turned in his seat to stare at the gentleman before him. The threat of violence was palpable, you could almost taste the nonchalant animosity radiating off of the slightly bald man. The final shot made its way through his blood-stream causing simply no damage or intoxication; A Byproduct of the adaptability of his form. The response about his skin-tone making it improbable for him to fit into society didn't cause the wound he was sure the man desired from such a statement. Still, there was no doubting the amount of confidence one felt in their sentiment when the person sitting before him seemed more than apt to fulfill the second part of his response.

"There's no need to concern yourself with my usefulness..." A green sphere of energy radiated simply around his hand coating the entire outside outline in a viridian hue. "I've more than made myself indispensable. Besides; Even if you were to Exterminate me...You'd just see me again in a week or so. I'm not like the rest of the beings on this planet..." Mirage spoke those words softly as he stood off the stool and stared at the one across from him. His seven foot form towering over most still seemed meek in comparison to the android terror. Yet, his eyes spoke of a sadness that seemed so distant that the threat of destruction did nothing to him.

"My creator, Professor Dar'kon, has told me many a times that if I were to die he'd just rebuild me again and again. So such a thought as extermination is more of a veiled promise than a threat of damage. Pain...is something I can adapt to and with my level of adaptation..." He grasped hold of the bottle in the Barkeeps hand, slamming it back and drinking the content as if it were no more than water. Tossing more money down he stared hard at the other with a bit of tenacity in his gaze. "I can adapt to nearly anything. If my skin needs be darker for stealth..." as if by command his skin darkened. "If I need to shrink to get into a tighter space..." Once more, as if on cue, his seven foot form shrunk down to four feet and shot back up to seven. "I'm a walking, talking, constantly evolving petri dish...and I do feel regret for the first to kill me....I'm a Virus. A plague to be more precise, given physical conscious form. I do not wish violence on anyone...but do not confuse that statement for weakness. While I wish to belong, I am more than used to having to kill or be killed...and in that mindset...I'm thoroughly prepared, General."

It was becoming very clear that this Professor he spoke of had insane talent if he was able to breed and manufacture a living creature out of nothing more than genetic refuse. Mirage was simply more of a mystery than most thought. This maybe would be considered useful...or he'd be considered useless and in that facet be removed from this city in either a body bag or by force. Either way, Even though his thoughts remained on the fact that he couldn't Feel this person before him...and that usually indicated that there was a huge difference in their strength...that he wasn't about to back down.

WC: 566
TWC: 2,686
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"Easy fix. What if I exterminated your creator? It's like getting rid of a weed. You yank it by the root. Done deal." he smirked at the blue creatures false sense of security. It reminded him of the Black Bow fucks, thinking they were invincible, and it all it took was the android terror to change their minds quickly about their existence. "I have a PHD in destruction." he swirled the contents around in his bottle. He half listened to what the freak said, voicing out his usefulness, pointing out that he was a walking, talking virus capable of doing things the android terror read in comic books.

"Words are meaningless and viruses are cured. Then you got some who are immune. Like me. I don't get sick. he responded coldly, noticing the freak change sizes and give samples of what he could do. "Scientists are running out of shit to make. " he took a swig of his bottle, deciding to ask the obvious question. He continued listening, putting thoughts in his sadistic mind the more the freak kept talking. Before the blue wuss knew it, the terror made a decision. Pulling out his shotgun, he jammed it against the freaks temple. The demonic shotgun was gifted to him from the depths of hell and being that it used his source of energy, he was the only son of a bitch who could wield. The shotgun wasn't a normal one, being bound to his energy and strength. Itd blow the brains out of the toughest fucks in the universe.

Acting casual, a click sounded, letting the virus know it was locked and loaded at point blank range.

"Two seconds. Red ribbon army or Black Bow." he asked. The bartender stopped, backpedaling his way to the storage room.

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The weapon was drawn from seemingly nowhere. The Bartender backed away and hid, an indication that violence such as this was not uncommon in either this establishment or its city. Earlier threats of destruction to his creator were also left un-responded to as the gun now pointed at his head had washed away any and all levels of decorum that were evident since the beginning of this exchange. Curious, the one with a "PHD in destruction" would choose something as weak as a fire-arm to express his strength. Yet, if there were fear in his heart - Mirage did an amazing job at hiding it. Still, the only thing left was to answer the question. Red Ribbon Army...Or Black Bow. Hmm. Interesting question to present someone who simply responded only a few moments prior that he'd belonged to no group and had zero acceptance in the communities of the world. Yet, it seemed as if an answer was indeed there!

Mind working with adaptations as images flashed through his brain at lightning speed. Gestating information internally his thoughts raced to images of banners, flags, recruitment posters and more. His mind accepted the Red Ribbon Army and Black Bow Army as military like factions that encompassed the globe. It was apparent there was some level of hatred or disdain that this man felt for either one of the groups. Now he was asking? Was it a Choice? Was it a Question? Begrudgingly, and honestly, he answered.

"Neither I'm afraid. As I said, I'm merely floating around until I find that cause or that place that will have use for someone of my ilk. Besides..."

He reached down and grasped his glass, having had it filled prior to the firearm being pointed at his face. Without issue, he slammed the last drink down and stared at the Doctor of Desolation. "From what I hear, Xenophobic groups like those normally don't take kindly to...Outsiders".

WC: 318
TWC: 3,004
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Waiting for a response, a click sounded, revealing he wasn't playing. He'd shoot the fuck's brains out if he didn't get an answer. The answer he got two seconds later revealed the freak wasn't part of either army, explaining that the two organizations had issues recruiting. Smirking at the response, he lowered his shotgun and placed it back in his jacket, shifting his weight forward to take another swig of his drink, acting as if nothing happened. "I'm worse. I hate everyone." he said. The wuss said something about searching for a place because he had no where to go.

His bicep flexed while taking a second swig from his bottle, wondering why the freak continued to speak. He had an opportunity to leave and live, having encountered the most dangerous individual yet. "Their two organizations that won't be around for long. I'll be dismantling both with my bare hands." he commented cockily, revealing his massive ego. He'd decimate the two organizations for trying to fuck with what was his and that wasn't something anyone dared do against the android terror.

"There's a war coming. I suggest you find some hole to crawl back in." his hollow tone had cruel intentions behind it, seething with rage at the attack he remembered last week. He'd wreck them all for what they did.

wc: 240
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As the firearm was removed from his face, the man went back to swig his bottle once more. His nonchalant attitude indicating a laxidasical desire to drop what occurred as if it never happened. Moving back to his own position, the blue skinned man placed some Zeni on the counter-top for the barkeep to take for his service. The other continued to talk, but the reality was simple. There was nothing to be gained here at this time - there was literally nothing here that he couldn't learn on his own within the harsh wilderness of uncivilized earth. Still, he was very appreciative for the lesson - even though there was no active teaching happening at the time. As the conversation about a War was brought up, Mirage simply nodded and agreed that maybe this wasn't the locale for him.

"Understood. Thank you for your time...I'll take my leave from here. I do appreciate the conversation."

Without so much more of a word, Mirage picked up and left the bar, returning to the hub-bub of activity that was the pedestrian wave. It would only take a few moments before sight of him would be lost amidst the masses. While he didn't find what he was looking for, he did happen to find out some new information that may be of use to his Master. Vanishing without another thought, Mirage left Gatz City.

WC: 230
TWC: 3,234

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