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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/9/2016 3:05:57 AM
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"Alright, where to?" [i]Alyssa asked, smiling, wondering where JT wanted to go. She had a massive map of Tatakai in her conductor's cabin (the same map I made!), and was ready to put it to use. She walked over to the train's passenger cabin, pulling the sliding door open, revealing a luxurious, hotel room-like space, complete with two leather recliners, red, soft carpet, soft, yellow lamps, and velvet drapes over the crystal-clear windows.[/i]
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[i]JT was an outlaw back in his day so he wasn't accustomed to such luxuries within thee confined space of a train cart, seeing as he was used to crates and rats being his only compadres, with the exception of one figure he knew that was on the train occasionally, Randy. But JT had a body to deliver, so he picked up the corpse of the dead man and approached Alyssa with it. "Any place I can put him? He had a husband, gotta bring the corpse back over." [/i]
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"Throw 'em in the back," [i]Alyssa said, gesturing towards the fancy passenger cabin. She didn't mind cleaning off blood, and so her train was used to store a lot more weirder stuff than bodies; not that it was Alyssa storing them.[/i]
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[i]JT entered the train's passenger cabin as he set the body down in one of the four corners, as the stench would be quite appalling soon, and so he sat in the corner opposite to it which was pretty far from the cabin, where he went to sit in one of the couches corners. Alyssa had to drive and JT was in the cabin, so he was to sit there in silence for a long and awkward trip. [/i]
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[i]Suddenly, a quite crackling was heard, then static, before the loudspeakers came on.[/i] "Heeeeellloooo, this is your conductor, Lisa," [i]Alyssa said jokingly from the conductor's cabin.[/i] "If you need anything, just talk to yourself out loud!"
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[i]"Perhaps a can of Pepsi would be nice," JT joked in return as it was clear in his voice, and in the chuckle that followed his lips shortly after. "Seriously though, what's the ETA?" [/i]
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"Jay, I've no idea where you want me to go," [i]Alyssa said as a soda machine extended from the cabin's wall with a plastic cup, pouring Pepsi into it as foam overflowed from the top. A straw was dropped into it, before a mechanical claw picked the cup up and dropped it in the cupholder in the right armrest of the recliner where JT sat.[/i] "Much less know an ETA."
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[i]JT grabbed the cup and gave a small sip from his strap before setting it down in the cup holder again, as he smiled to himself after not expecting a drink to just show up. He stood from his seat and carefully made way to the conductors cabin, where he leaned on the doorframe and his gyro-stabilizers that were the balls of his feet kept him stable on the ground, and the ground-gripping pads on the soles of his feet kept him in place. "North half off the Shi Canyon. No specific place, just that area. And be prepared to get shot at." [/i]
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Edited by Crrowly: 10/9/2016 4:11:23 AM"This train is bulletproof," [i]Alyssa said proudly, revving the engines. The sliding door closed as a hotdog machine dispensed a hotdog onto JT's lap, neatly spraying a small amount of ketchup, mustard, and relish onto it. The train lurched forward, before smoothly flying into the air, soaring through the clouds. After reaching cruising altitude, Alyssa spoke up.[/i] "Estimated time of arrival: 15 minutes. Yeah, this train is pretty damn fast."
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[i]JT was standing at the time as he grabbed the hot dog when t fell to him and a look of confusion and intrigue crossed his surprisingly young looking face. He started to eat the hot dog as he leaned in the doorframe, looking to the conductors area from time to time but mainly looking at the surrounding area and beautiful surroundings. "You use the train much yet?" [/i]
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[i]In the conductor's cabin, Alyssa was lounging in a leather recliner as well, her right hand loosely holding the steering wheel, her left holding a hotdog as well, as she ate it slowly with a bored expression on her face. Looking over at JT as he looked into her cabin, she smiled, waving with the hand with the hotdog.[/i] "Not too much. Made a little money giving a few rides to and from Ollimand, and got my first arial view of the place; it's a real beautiful continent. Five more minutes," [i]She added, looking at the digital clock in her cabin.[/i]
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[i]"Oh shit," JT exclaimed as he bit the hotdog one last time and threw it over the edge, before he went to the cabin to grab the body. He was amazed at how fast time went though he knew it was likely due to the writer not wanting to drag out the encounter with a conversation, so when he came back, he cucked the body over the railway of magic. [/i]
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[i]Five minutes later, the train touched down in the Shi Canyon, wind blowing against the windows as loose sand struck the metal train with loud pitter, patters. Alyssa spoke in the comms:[/i] "We're here. Whatcha doin' here, anyway?"
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((JT already threw the body off the train))
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[i]Alyssa sighed.[/i] "Don't tell me you made me fly [i]all the way here[/i]," [i]She said, slightly annoyed.[/i] "So you could drop a body down five thousand feet. Well, okay, I'm fine with that." [i]Alyssa shrugged, slamming a button on the control panel of the train. A mechanical claw arm brought two wine bottles out of a refrigerator in the passenger car, and Alyssa got up, walking over to the back.[/i] "Cheers, Jay," [i]She said, popping open then wine bottles.[/i]
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[i]JT looked over the edge and a grimace crossed his face, before he pulled the assault rifle from his back. Looking over the rail was what he was doing, as he pulled back into the train. "You sure they can't get us?" He asked ,before he grabbed a bottle. [/i]
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"Who, the bandits?" [i]Alyssa asked, taking a deep gulp from the bottle of wine. She thought for a moment, not quite tipsy yet.[/i] "I could shut the windows and cover them with the metal of the train, it's completely bulletproof; no way anything bullet's gonna hit us if I did that."
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[i]"Alright, I'll wait for you inside." JT knew they were fairly safe where they were but he still stayed low as he approached the inside of the train's box, where he proceeded to close one of the doors on it's side after setting the gun down. [/i]
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[i]Alyssa walked back into the conductor's cabin, slamming another button. This one blacked out all the windows, before metal shutters shut closed on them, rendering the entire train closed from the outside world, the sliding doors shut tightly and the windows blocked from view. The train was entirely bulletproof, fireproof, explosive proof, and your mom's weight proof, so no matter what the bandits threw at it, the train would hold. Alyssa walked back into the train car, grabbing the bottle of wine she was drinking before, grinning.[/i] "Cheers. Now, we can drink in safety."
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[i]"Thank god," said the cowboy as he raised the bottle of wine to his cracked and fairly thin lips to allow the water to practically flow like a river from the rim of the bottle into his lips, which in turn hydrated the cowboy and allowed the alcohol in his system to find his augmented liver for deconstruction and await removal from the body. But the alcohol was not without effect on his body, for it went directly to his brain in an attempt to alter his thoughts and feelings, not making him drunk as that was a side effect of the test tube creations he underwent, but rather it made him more confident. "Oh and just a heads up, if I drink too much then I get a bit too confident, so tell me if I do anything stupid. Alright?"[/i]
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"Ain't no cameras or bugs in here, partner," [i]Alyssa said jokingly, faking a Western, cowgirl accent as she steadily grew more drunk. She grinned widely, looking around.[/i] "Ain't nothin' gonna hear anything you say today." [i]Alyssa chuckled, realizing how bad the fake accent was, but she thought it was rather fun, or at least her drunken self did.[/i]
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[i]"Your western is about as bad as my British, Love." JT's fake British accent sounded like an Australian and Romanian were attempting an in synch version of an Alabama accent, though damn if it didn't bring a smile to JT's face. And when he drank himself more, then came the stuff he was talking about. "But if your accent is half as bad as your looks, it's still pretty damn good."[/i]
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[i]Alyssa blushed crimson red, and laughed aloud, taking another gulp of wine. She self-consciously glanced quickly into a mirror on the wall, brushing back a strand of hair as she looked back to JT, smiling. Flirtatiously, she said:[/i] "Your British accent's as bad as my social skill, but people wouldn't notice that; they'll be too busy staring at your handsome face." [i]Alyssa suddenly burst into a drunken fit of giggles, realizing how corny that sounded.[/i]
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[i]"Not if you're anywhere remotely close to me, 'cause you're stunning, and I already know that anyone would find your beauty simply irresistible." JT knew exactly what he was doing by flirting, and in truth Alyssa didn't look half bad to him, even if she was only twenty three. Technically she was older than JT by his species standards as they aged at half the speed of humans, so while she was twenty three he was supposed to be exactly twenty. [/i]
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[i]It was clear that Alyssa was completely new to flirting, having absolutely no experience in the matter. Her brain worked frantically, trying to think up something clever; of course, she could just tell the truth, that JT looked rather attractive, however Alyssa couldn't separate that feeling from a side effect of her drunkenness, or if she legitimately thought that. She'd like to think that it was the latter; she didn't want to end up doing something she regretted, however all of this was in the back of her head. At JT's flirting, Alyssa only blushed redder, grinning as she took another gulp from her bottle of wine.[/i] "I'm not the best at this," [i]Alyssa admitted, slightly embarrassed. In truth, Alyssa was about as good at flirting as the writer was, which isn't a compliment. She unconsciously crossed her ankles, before her drunken self accidentally knocked over the glass bottle of wine, as it shattered on the floor, glass shards scattering all over the carpet floor of the train. Alyssa groaned, as her least favorite thing about the train was that she had to clean up even glass shards and alcohol on the carpet, but quickly turned back to JT, smiling awkwardly, a thought popping up in her head.[/i] "See what effect you have on me? Distracted me so much, I smashed my wine bottle...."
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[i]JT allowed a chuckle to escape his lips as he looked to Alyssa with his own cyan shaded eyes. JT was as good a flirt as his writer as well, although his writer has flirted with people to great success in the past, even talking someone out of suicide by flirting, twice. And so he stood from his seat and approached the couch Alyssa sat on, before he asked a question. "Mind if I sit, beautiful?" [/i]
