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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/8/2016 7:28:51 PM
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"Merely a formality. I would've figured your type would prefer to have a souvenir of combat prowess and triumph."
He chuckled at JT's jest, walking towards him at a healthy pace as a small wind began to blow. His hair waved slightly in the wind, large locks of curly chestnut hair intertwines, falling onto his face beaten with the sun and a plethora of steels, making great, jagged scars that prevailed even after years of having each. He was muscular, strong, matching JT's height and with a physique bulking with mass. Soot and sand stained him, covered in a thick layer of grime. He smiled.
"Rather impressive display back there. Grand entrance, too."
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[i]"Thank you kindly man, name's JT." The figure smiled beneath his hat as the laugh lines of his tanned face all shifted to greet the approaching figure with a smile, and the brown beard hadn't done a job that concealed his lips to show the smile. JT picked up the finger and tossed it back to the dead corpse not too far off as it landed maybe an inch from him. [/i]
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"Aaron Sawyer. Pirate, soldier, whatever you want, really. I've been it." He took JT's hand and shook it firmly, nodding at the ship laid askew to the side of the large gathering. "Flashy entrance, there. What're your specs?"
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[i]"As in augs or weapons? Got a few of either, mostly passive for augs though." JT could barely count the augments he had, though thankfully he had a list in the corner of his vision when he called for it in his mind, running a subroutine to access it. [/i]
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Sawyer shook his head steadily. "I meant your ship, rather. Miasma matter deconstruction, miniature solar flare, steady orbit jump? Very nice craft." He took out a cigar, thick and packed with aromatic Burley tobacco, and let the cover of his lighter slip open. It was guilded with ivory and had a calligraphic engraving etched distinctly into its side, but was scratched, worn away with time. He flicked it back with ease, slid it into his pocket, and let the smoke that rose from the cigar pool mustily around him. He took in the rich smell and exhaled with invigoration, the smile returning to his face. "My girl is lodged within the Dojo carrier. Antique, not as modern as yours, but you'd be surprised of its firepower. Fitted it with my own tech. Built it from the ground up. I take just as much pride in very few other things." His grin grew even more, stretching to what seemed like his ears. "I'll duel you for it."
