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Post by darkdiety666 on May 31, 2009 23:47:17 GMT -5
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Romeo City was indeed an odd place to live at times. Sometimes the bandits would overrun certain areas of the city and at other times the entire city would be in complete harmony. But today seemed like the latter, nothing out of the ordinary, not contemptuous eyes staring him down like usual. Apparently he wasn't a marked man for the moment. Dmitri moved down the street with the coolness of a celebrity, a very proud yet humble strut that accompanied his movements. Dmitri was calm and cool, it was no wonder that he had some fan girls. Not only was he a young zoids pilot, but he had a nice looking face and knew his way around the art of being cool and confident.
As Dmitri continued on, he slipped into an alley, hoping that he would no longer be noticed. Someone was following him, someone sinister, some one who wanted to teach him a lesson. Was it someone out of the ordinary or was it the usual suspects? It didn't matter at this point because the general idea was to finish whoever it was chasing him and call it a day. He never would've thought that the animosity shown towards him on this particular day had something to do with his job.
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Post by darkdiety666 on May 31, 2009 23:54:33 GMT -5
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Dun. Dun. Bum. Dun. What exactly was that? Dmitri listened closely, it sounded quite familiar, something that you heard every day and never paid any attention to it. Footsteps. Bulky, forceful steps as if they were carrying heavy equipment or were in army get ups. That was it exactly, whoever was after him was truly out for blood on this occasion.
Rushing out of the alley, he pulled out his trusty peacemaker, firing off six shots instantaneously, six bodies hitting the ground. He had to reload, quickly, there more just around the corn-
A barrel could be felt against his head, the cold steel pressed up against his fair skin and his well groomed hair. It seemed as though he had been caught by one man who decided to stray from the general tactic. But Dmitri wasn't idiot, there always only a few who deviate from the plan, meaning that there wasn't anyone else behind him. Dmitri used his small stature to duck underneath his assailant's legs, shooting four shots into the man's crotch area with his small derringers.
Running to hide behind a truck, he reload his peacemaker with another six rounds, hoping that there wouldn't be many more to come after him and, oh boy, was he wrong.
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 0:15:50 GMT -5
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It seemed that only moments later the defiant mercenary boy was staring down the barrels of several M16s, ready to die, ready to end his short life. He was skilled but even his skill couldn't save him from a firing squad of ten men who could take his head off in a hellfire of lead and gunpowder. Holding his hands up, one of the men removed his peacemaker from his custody and in the back of a black van he went.
Damn, caught, just that easily. The untraceable Enigma was nothing more than a myth at this point. The truth was that he was probably on his way to somewhere awful, somewhere the pain wouldn't stop even after he begged, but when he was thrown at the feet of a rather intimidating man that wasn't the case whatsoever.
Dmitri looked around the room, searching for any clues or help that he could use to escape from this purgatory, anything at all. He had to leave, he just had to get awa-
~Click click, snap~
The handcuffs slid off easily, right off of his slender wrists. What exactly was going here? His gun was returned to him, with no ammo in it of course, but something weird was definitely going on in this situation.
"You have something to do for us...or shall we harm the girl?" The mafia don pointed to a girl, small framed, cute and ever so innocent. That was...the picture in his client's home. Damn...
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 0:33:29 GMT -5
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Dmitri looked at the man with his eyes so cold, so defiant, what was the purpose of bringing him here for? Is it possible that the man had lied to him about the mission? What was the true purpose of this mission? What was he about to do! What was the truth?!
"You are to fight for us in the upcoming tournament. We are the...Entinos."
Dmitri never heard of such a name before, yet they were well equipped and well trained, no wonder he never had a chance against such a formidable foe. Who exactly were the Entinos, a mafia, but it must be a very low profile mafia. They were capable of taking him out and able to manipulate him into a tournament that he wanted nothing to do with, except to go in to save the girl. But this was turning into something more than that.
"What is it that you want from me?" The boy had put so plainly, so bluntly, the don merely chuckled at him.
"What do I want? I want you to win. See there are lots of high stake bets being on placed on such a tournament, meaning that if we already know who is skilled, we can bet on that person accordingly. We want you to continue as far as you can and then be purposely defeated on our call. We will make a fortune by betting against you, because...we already know the outcome. Simple as that."
"And you'll...let the girl go?"
The don chuckled once more, a hearty laugh escaping from his cruel lips, dimples appearing on his harsh face.
"That all depends."
Dmitri didn't like this, not one bit...
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 0:54:27 GMT -5
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"Understood. I'll do your bidding, for the time being.."
The don looked down at the boy, his glare was stronger than his actual presence. The young mercenary couldn't stand being in the same room with him for much longer, how long would it be until he was out of his presence? The sickening, agonizing feeling he had wouldn't go away until he was released for the man's presence.
"Good. For a little kid..you have quite the reputation."
Dmitri slammed his right foot into the ground and a small knife twirled into his grip, holding it tightly, the blade faced outward. With a couple quick steps, he had been only a couple inches away from cutting the don's throat. Right when he was about to be executed on the spot, the don raised his left hand, signaling to cease their current objective.
"Perfect. You're as good as they say. I'm sorry. But you'll be thrown into the dungeon for your insubordination for the time being... I'm not a soft man, but I do tend to be fair. Do not test my patience." His left hand came back down and Dmitri as well as the girl were thrown into the depths of a large basement, a dungeon of sorts.
"I'm sorry that I've gotten you into this..but...you're...that famous mercenary I hear about all the time on the t.v., aren't you?" The stared through the bars of her cell into Dmitri's, looking at him anxiously. She was afraid, she was lonely, the little princess wanted to escape.
Silent as he was, he couldn't just sit there and not talk to her. It wasn't exactly her fault that he was mixed up in this huge betting scheme. But she was the person that he was there to save, despite the fact he didn't want to admit it, he had to do his job.
"Yes..I am Enigma."
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 1:11:26 GMT -5
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"Oh...I never would've expected you to be so young..."
Dmitri wasn't the one to grin or smile or be cocky in any way, shape or form, but every time he heard that line it just made him want to crack a huge smile. Yet his emotions were so repressed, his facial expressions were weak and held no value.
"I hear that alot."
"Did my father really send you to help me? Or is this just a plot to get me to open up to you and quit rebelling? I don't get it."
Sometimes things were easier to understand if you quit trying to understand them altogether. Dmitri found that out the hard way, a very hard way. Hopefully things wouldn't end up for a girly girl such as herself, she seemed very carefree, just like someone else he knew. Where was he now? What was he doing? It had been days since he seen his face, that cute face of which he secretly longed for. Infatuation seemed to take over whenever that certain person popped into his head, it made him drift off into the clouds, the clouds of his inner thoughts. Daydreaming really was great, wasn't it?
"It's my mission to enter the tournament to save you, that's all." His cold, slate colored eyes stared at her, hoping to get an accurate read on her, yet something was off. He couldn't exactly get anything off of his intense stares, her body language and her tone of voice, it was all new to him. Maybe this was the power of a female. Much different than Caleb.
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 1:31:33 GMT -5
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Stuck in a dungeon with no one to talk to except an odd girl with her ridiculous fantasies of being rich and famous like a princess of sorts. Dmitri now understood why her father kept referring to her as 'his little princess' and 'his queen in training.' It was utterly disgusting about how she rambled on and on and on about things that she'd never, things that were impossible to get and about things that never existed at all. Some people lived in the clouds, even outside of their own minds and it was those types of people who irked Dmitri the most.
How long had he been locked up for? The days seemed to roll on by, until the days had turned to a week and until the week turned into two weeks. How much longer were they going to hold him for?
At this point, he was sick and tired of being around no one except for her. It was refreshing at first to be around someone his age of the opposite sex, to see how they act and try to gain an understanding of them, but this girl was too much of a fanatical to ever be able to like or understand. The whole idea of being locked up in a cell next to hers was totally ludicrous.
After two whole weeks, his cell clicked open and he was dragged into the light of day, finding himself in the outskirts of town, a black van disappearing into the obscure distance until it disappeared mysteriously. What the hell was that all about? Was it time for the tournament?
Pulling himself of the hot ground, he looked up...only see that a large zoid was staring right back at him. A Buster Eagle? A very rare flying zoid with large cannons and an extensive array of air weaponry. Who could ever afford such a thing? The mafia, of course, that was an obvious answer to an obvious question.
There was a note of sorts attached to its talon...
Damn, they got his Diplos. Now he absolutely had to do it.
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[Lost Diploguns/Obtained Buster Eagle]
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 20:24:45 GMT -5
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Flying overhead, the city that he had come to be familiar with came into sight in the near distance, it seemed that he wasn't too far from home after all. The Buster Eagle was much more agile and faster than he could have ever expected, yet it handled like a dream. Like the Diploguns, it had powerful, forward facing cannons, capable of a good deal of destruction.
The zoid crept forward, Dmitri not realizing the zoid's capabilities when it came to speed. He was afraid to get used of to the controls and the handling of such a zoid. Though he knew of nearly every model in circulation and some that ceased to be produced, he did not know much about actually piloting such machines until he actually piloted them first hand.
Increasing the throttle, the zoid quickly picked up speed, how fast could this particular go again? Roughly mach two, that's right. Dmitri increased his grip on the controls, he had to master this zoid's abilities. What kind of armaments came with it? The buster cannons and various types of bombs and missiles. Perfect. Not only did his new zoid have long range capabilities but it also had the ability to bomb his enemies from high above and take out a large area all at once. Even though the mission wasn't exactly what he wanted, it did provide him with the opportunity to pilot a high functioning machine.
~Click, Click, Clicka~
That was it, the limiter was turned off by the flip of a switch. Now, to test its super sonic ability. Despite Dmitri's cool attitude and his calm perspective on everything, he was still quite nervous. This would be his first time ever trying to break the sound barrier..his first time accelerate toward greatness.
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 1, 2009 20:35:35 GMT -5
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Whoosh, roar! There it was...the speed intensified, the cockpit seemed to be at a stand still, yet his body felt like it was being crushed by a large boulder. The weight was evenly distributed across his body, his sternum, being crushed....his body was stuck in the same position before he went supersonic.
"Aaahhh." The mercenary made a slight yelp, a scream. Had that really escaped from his lips? The sensation was so intense, yet invigorating. To soar among the clouds at such speeds, only becoming a bird could make one feel more alive than this.
Pulling back, Dmitri maneuvered the Buster Eagle to climb, climb high up into the sky where the sun and clouds met in a dazzling display of white and yellow. Then...all was quiet...he was going so fast that the sound no longer bothered him. E-eu... what was the word for this again? Yes, euphoria, that one. Dmitri's long hair covered his eyes, but only for a moment, obscuring his view of the clear blue skies. Was this heaven? Truly, the skies most be heaven....for only heaven could ever hold so much beauty.
Pushing forward, the Buster Eagle dived, the rushing of the air bursting around the wings. Dmitri could feel ever twist, turn, and push of the air current that he was using to accelerate as he dived at full speed. He cut back on the throttle, evening out the zoid and finally, coming back to a slow cruising speed. As he slow, the boy could no longer hold it, nor did he want to. Pulling out a small container, chunks of food from the day before sloshed about as they collided with the container, until he could no longer puke.
Only one word described flying the Buster Eagle, exhilarating.
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 2, 2009 19:48:44 GMT -5
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It seemed that he only two days to get ready for the tournament, two days to master its controls, was that possible? Dmitri always enjoyed setting impossible goals for himself, it made him breaks the limits that he's always stuck at. By putting a goal up, it made it easier to break it and go beyond it, simply because you know exactly what that goal is. To go above and beyond the call of duty in order to break right past it, going further than what was once thought possible.
With a bead of sweat dripping down his face, the boy exited the cockpit of his new zoid, his heart still racing from the pressure that was put onto his small body. How long could his body keep up with that speed? Dying in the cockpit of his zoid was a ridiculous notion, there was just no way he would ever die in such a contraption. Death always stared him in the face, yet this time, it came in the shape of a Buster Eagle. In order to be honest will himself, he had to evaluate his skills much more objectively than ever before.
Turning? Not good enough. Aim, impeccable, yet his shots never really dealt any critical damage in the first couple volleys. Close range ability? Proficient enough if it comes down to it, but he always got trapped into a kamikaze situation whenever he did get in close. With his brown hair swaying behind him, the boy walked down the familiar streets, gazing at them as if he were no longer familiar with them. Over the course of the three weeks that he had been locked up, he hadn't been able to get a haircut or even a basic trim for that matter. The boy's brown hair, borderline between black and brown, had grown to the point where it stopped only two inches just below his shoulders. His bangs, however, were what was bothering him most. They kept dangling in front of his eyes, covering his face. Getting a haircut at such a crucial time...seemed....untimely, since time was not on his side.
Such hard decisions to be made. Hopefully no one mistake him for a young girl.
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Post by darkdiety666 on Jun 2, 2009 20:19:34 GMT -5
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Walking into the weapons shop, the gunsmith raised an eyebrow at the boy. His old face had to focus, even after putting his glasses on, it seemed as though he didn't recognize Dmitri not one bit.
"It's..me. Enigma." The old man craned his neck to look Dmitri straight in the face and chuckled heartily. It seemed that he recognized him after all. If his own acquaintance couldn't recognize him and mistook him for a female, what were the chances of that happening when it came to strangers. If only he had to cut his hair, that would've been the first thing he did when got back to town.
"What 'appened to yur 'air?" The old man asked, curious about the kid's latest adventure. The man couldn't even tell the kid apart from any other girl that he would happen to see on the streets of Romeo City. Despite Dmitri being such a strong, silent type of person, it somewhat suited him. It made him seem more mysterious, more enigmatic, more elegant than he really was. In the profession of being a gun-for-hire, intimidation factor always got a higher cut, no matter what people say.
"I had been held captive for three weeks...not much else to say. I guess."
"Well. Ya need an 'aircut. And, the usual rounds?" With a brief nod, Dmitri brought his right hand up to catch the several small packages of ammo, each one being caught with the military like precision that he was known for. As he was about to leave, the t.v. began to display odd images....was that...Romeo City?
An explosion rocked the city, followed by another round of explosions. Was there some kind of battle going on? Someone was bound to get hurt, there was no time to get ready, he had to be ready to use the Buster Eagle if necessary.
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