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The rain beat down on Seattle as a lone figure approached the Redmont District slums. The figure looked forward, his silver spiked up hair glistened from the rain, his armored trench coat with four five foot chains fastened against its back, and his silver earrings glinted in the street lights. Checking his Twin Ares Viper Silverguns the Twenty Three year old Shadowrunner calmed himself down, it was just another job he told himself as continued to approach, just one more unlucky punk, and another million in the bank for me he thought. 

Walking towards the designated house Oni, as he was known as, was unusually lightly armed, having only his twin pistols, his retractable claws across the back of his hands, his hidden monofilament whip in his left index finger it was only two feet long a good third of the normal length but it was always a nasty surprise to an enemy, and the top state of the art cyberware, muscles, bones, and wires, all of them top of the line, legal or otherwise. Oni feared none, respected few, trusted less, and hated many, but he could afford, he could outrun almost any ground vehicle, punch through a meter of concrete, and shred through stainless steel like warm butter with his titanium claws. Pausing to recall what his targets features were, six foot, around 180 lbs., blonde hair, and hazel eyes. 

Making it about ten feet from the door Oni heard the unmistakable sound of safeties being clicked off, grinning he whipped around with his pistols and proceeded to turn the wannabe tough guys into corpses. Grinning confidently as the punks dead bodies hit the ground Oni allowed himself to smirk as he reloaded and holstered his guns. Turning around, something hard and fast slammed into the back of his skull, gritting his teeth Oni whipped around with a ferocious and deadly roundhouse, missing his quarry he spotted an Elven girl, about twenty by her body shape, charging at him with the attitude that all Street Samurai carry themselves with. 

Back stepping Oni quickly cut his wires to full and matched the young woman blow for blow, knowing that Lone Star would be showing up soon, Oni decided to cut to the chase, extending his claws and moving with blinding speeds he slashed her right arm off, and before she could register this, he removed her head. Blood splattering onto his shoes Oni headed to the house opening the door, he noticed sound proofed walls, enjoying the fact that this meant his detour outside was unnoticed. Carefully adjusting his hearing level he picked up in the back room what appeared to be a good time, walking to the room, Oni grinned as he kicked in the door and was met with a blinding light and a gunshot. 

"At any time I'am prepared to meet my maker, but is he prepared to meet me"
Winston Churchill.


The following comments are for "Oni, ShadowRunner."
by Lagos

not bad!
Hit the return key here and there when you shift scenes or have a new thought or action. "Like soft butter" is a cliche. "attitude that all Street Samurai carry themselves with" should be "attitude of a Street Samurai." Otherwise this is wonderful. I enjoyed at and it carried me along. Good work!


( Posted by: susanb55 [Member] On: November 13, 2003 )

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