originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Jesus -blam!-ing Christ do not tell me you are one of those -blam!-ers?"
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"What? Oh, hell no. I would've had my fаg Ghost scan the fuсk out of everything if I was. Assuming that I didn't blow it up. No, it's complicated. I'm a lab project gone wrong - biomass manipulator built for absorbing the abilities and knowledge of the slain."
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"Join the club, now about that gun: What is it?"
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"The gun? Golden Gun, construct and "Super" of Hunter Gunslingers. Three bullets of concentrated heat, each one capable of disintegrating bodies. Scary."
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"Not bad. Got a holster for it?"
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"Nope! It's.. summonable, I guess. Costs me, tires me out, but still."
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"How's that work, does it use some sort of energy? Stamina?"
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"Both, really. It's supposed to be Light, but it isn't. "Spirit", Maria calls it - all of my unexplained, bullshit abilities seem to formulate from that, except in a less spiritual form and a more physical one. Weird."
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"No. Just fades away when I want it to, same with the void bow, the lightning, the flashy knife, the bigass bomb, and the full-body sun bullshit. Or runs out of energy."