If anyone can guess from the specific hint made in this fan-fic what I'm planning I'll be quite impressed!
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Tsumiju reborn?
I don't know who it is about...But I do know it's a piece of good writing 
I don't consider myself much of a writer, so I'm really pleased to hear that you liked it 
As for the guess, a certain Katana wielding scrapper is having an upgrade and I'd even managed to drop a potential name hint in there too! 
I'm considering writing much more of the characters backstory as well, as I really enjoyed writing the short section in the opening post
Cheers again for the thumbs up!
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I don't consider myself much of a writer, so I'm really pleased to hear that you liked it
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You're welcome
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As for the guess, a certain Katana wielding scrapper is having an upgrade and I'd even managed to drop a potential name hint in there too! I'm considering writing much more of the characters backstory as well, as I really enjoyed writing the short section in the opening post
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I still wouldn't know...Don't know your char good enough for that
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Cheers again for the thumbs up!
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I'd even managed to drop a potential name hint in there too! !
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I'm going for, Absolute Zero, or AbsoluteTsumiju
Hawk
"Absolute zero describes a theoretical system that neither emits nor absorbs energy. The Absolute zero temperature is known to be 0 K (273.15 °C). It is the point at which particles have a minimum energy, determined by quantum mechanical effects, which is called the zero-point energy."
Suppose the cats out of the bag now!
Going for "Tsumiju Absolute-Zero"
Mobius's edge.
It was a question of choice, of determination, of honor. Staggering to his feet, he immediately knew he was not where he was meant to be.
Instead of the reclamator and the associated headache, his eyes were looking across a courtyard. Instead of the infra-red glow of objects that he was accustomed to, he squinted in the light as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings.
His eyes! Touching his face and pulling at his glove it was clear that something major had just happened. As the glove hit the floor, sheer elation and confusion flashed through his facial features as he realised not only were his eyes returned, but the Black Ink no longer rippled under his skin!
How the!?
His question was soon answered, but more questions posed as he saw himself walking across the courtyard, Black Ink and silver hair intact.
From his work with Portal Corp, there had been some freaky experiences but this took the prize! reaching down to his belt he pulled at the handle of the Zero Saber. As normal the blade slid cleanly from the Portal Coil, yet he had changed! How could he be wearing the same clothes and carrying the same equipment from a short while ago, yet the changes his body had undergone some years ago where undone!?
What was even worse was the sense that this was all familiar.
Walking towards himself, he was even more confused. Even moreso as the other "Tsumiju" seemed to be getting fainter and fainter the closer he got. As he reached out, the shadow of himself faded altogether. It was only then that he noticed the cloaked figure behind the shadow...
The dim view of infra red returned to him once more as he turned to walk away. The cloaked figure saying little as he began his journey home. There he was, himself again. The occular implants clearly identifying the Zero Saber and other storage coils on the man walking towards him. He felt somewhat dissapointed that as he stepped forward, that he never got to see himself returned to normal with human eyes.
He was keen to get back, what he had been told had grave consequences and he understood that he would not be the only visitor from Paragon City to this place.
"You will be granted the two edges of times infinite mobius strip, they are called Future's beginning and Past's end. They are a difficult balance between each side of the strip and must be kept in check. It was only at the point where you balanced your powers, your responsibility and your own life that we knew you could control them. Take them, and maintain the balance between the edges, you will need them."
As he walked forward, itching the "8" symbols on his gauntlets, he saw his surroundings fade into static and darkness before opening his eyes once more unto Paragon City.
Climbing out of the dumpster, Tsuimju could only curse to himself that of all the places he could have ended up, this was the best they could come up with. However he was soon suprised as he touched the new symbols on his gauntlets.
The blades seamlessly phased into his hands, as if pulled from the air, he could see space distort as they drew into his fighting stance.
In the distance, were the sound of sirens and a familiar street. At the end of the street, were the same cries and the same glowing eyes as before. Striding forward to Lt. Macready, he knew he was in for a really bad week...
In-game and now on Twitter @Tsumiju Zero "The Nightmare of Dra'Gon"
"The flow of battle can only be influenced, not by realtime tactics, but by strategy."
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Nice.. This is similar to my planned Dual blades scrapper, Quantum Jim, a pirate sent forward in time from 1750 to 2569 then back to 2007
Hawk
Just a little something to drop some hints at what I've got planned for Issue 11...
It would have been a cliche to say it was a matter of time, no. That would be the wrong term, this wasn't timing, this was choice. This wouldnt be the first time that he was alone in the darkness.
Remembering the feel of brick and mortar against the palm of his hand, the searing pain forcing its way under his skin and the tase in his mouth of his own blood. Still coming to terms with what just happened, stumbling around in the loud blackness as his ears tried to compensate for his loss.
The ink they used smelled foul and it wasnt until the last minute that he had been told of "how" they would be applied! Panic, terror, rage and torrents of anger were stirred at the moment they took his sight. This feeling would be remembered for sure and sure it was.
Again in the darkness, again the taste of blood on his lips. Only this time, he was ready. This was a moment of perfection, of absolute dedication to the art of the body and sword. With this strike, there was no heated anger, no cold vengence, just the perfect balance of steel and flesh. Sensing the incoming energy blast he whirled round as he struck out with his own blade, piercing the energy shield and armor of the Rikti Warmaster, whilst also forcing himself into the air. Dropping his grip on the sword, curling his arms, palms pressed together as many times before, gathering his own Ki for the follow up attack.
He never heard the sword hit the ground.
The resulting explosion was felt in the neighbouring city zones and the smoke from under the Crash Site was immense. Vanguard reacted as expected, the firebases, troops and bases all went to maximum alert, hero's and enlisted villains piled into the zone expecting the worst but they were met by silence.
The city's teleport network registered the casualty, but the body never materialised in the hospital reclamator.
The report on the incident is still underway.
In-game and now on Twitter @Tsumiju Zero "The Nightmare of Dra'Gon"
"The flow of battle can only be influenced, not by realtime tactics, but by strategy."
Proud resident of the Union EU Server.
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