Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-27560171-20170201035100/@comment-32788838-20170203192958

RioRioMa wrote: Lucario of the Gods wrote: RioRioMa wrote: I see Joachim and Jaden doing something in the distance. I ignore them and I follow Depeche, I pull out a revolver and keep walking in the same direction as Depeche and Past Jaden Depeche cocks a glance over his shoulder as the revolver wielder approaches his flank, coming into his detection range of 60 metres and immediately gains his notice; once again, electricity crackles  throughout Depeche's arms as he appears to come to face another threat, a stern leer soon turning into a devious smirk. He turns slightly to face his pursuer and proceeds to point, opening their exchange with a remark.

"Now, you're a new face. You another hitman? Because I'm not looking for trouble." "Not exactly, I'm here for the corpse parts, I don't know what they do but I need them. I can see your arms has electricity running around it, no doubt some strange ability."

Suddenly, A blue dome surrounds the area reaching a total diameter of 100km.

"This is my ability, and what it does is prevent others from using their powers, so no funny tricks here." [Eh alright, just a little bit broken but I suppose I can deal with this]

Depeche's grin lowers into a frown as he senses the electromagnetic fields of those within his range suddenly vanish and the charge flowing through his arms disappears; he turns to face the man fully, grasping the Left Arm in hand and a revolver in the other, twirling it loosely while glaring, with blind eyes, towards the last location where he could sense his opponent. Suddenly, he stops twirling the gun, and he perks another smile.

"No funny tricks, eh? Why, that's mighty fine hostility you're showing on a first greeting. Maybe if you were a little  more hospitable, I'd have given this "Corpse Part" to you right away; I'm only here to satiate some of my curiosity, as I felt this thing... 'calling' to me.  ....  Tell you what. How about we lay down the guns and settle this without bloodshed? I don't fancy myself a killer, after all, and I'd rather not have to hurt you."

Depeche continues to smile, in spite of his electromagnetic detection being robbed from him; as a man who has honed his senses, he can pinpoint the man's location by his footsteps, the clacking of his gun, his mere breath. The smell of sweat brought about by the desert heat also trails through the blind man's nostrils. He begins to loosen his grasp on the Corpse Part, once again twirling his gun.

"1851 Colt Navy revolver; .36 calibre, single-action, fitted with a six-round cylinder. Don't think I've grown lazy with it just because I have a couple of other party tricks to play with, so I want no funny business from you either. Friend."