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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/8/2016 7:32:26 PM
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Taking a swig of the mysterious, metallic grey flask Sakuret spoke again.
"No. If all those others who are after their heads haven't found them, what makes you think a 60-something man who admittedly looks good for his old age could?"
The Old man said to JT, deep within his own stark blue eyes laid a man who knew he isn't a great as he was now. Self Loathing and Sadness emitted from Sakuret.
"I've been trying to do something [i]decent[/i] for people so I won't be a complete sack of shit when I die...."
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[i]"Dude the only reason I'm relevant around this place is because I own a clinic," admitted the cowboy. IIt was the truest thing he had said on these grounds though, because everyone else was either off killing each other or banging for children and entertainment, and here JT was at his clinic because nobody needed a cowboy to do anything. Nobody wanted one either, it was all either Alyssa the young mage or Remy the Knight that got the attention, and Irina. "My advice would to just start one of your own and hope people have need of you." [/i]
