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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/9/2016 4:52:27 PM
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[i]Jason's once rather happy and bright disposition turned angry and straight up scary in an instant, like a switch was flicked. T'was just that simple, really.. because, well, if there was anything the old guy truly hated.. it was people who used others for their own gain - especially when it came to men using women for sex.. And, well.. this girl truly loved Remy - something that made it even worse. [/i]
"And he left ya,"
[i]He guessed with a voice that shook in anger, both hands clenched tightly into fists, the knuckles of his organic hand going white. [/i]
"Now.. I never said I was gonna kill him, lass.. Just.. hurt the lad. A lot."
[i]Truly, Jason was already planning on what he was going to do; he was gonna shoot Remy's limbs off with a Gauss rifle, and then he was going to cauterize his wounds with a lighter, just to ensure Remy wasn't going to bleed out.. And, well, then papa Jason would just leave the Chosen Undead to starve. [/i]
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[i]Olivia's saddened face turned pale as she looked up at Jason, a look of fright in her eyes. She didn't want Remy to be hurt badly, as well...she did love him. Then again, Remy had also impregnated her and suddenly left, a thing that she was furious about, yet she only intended on bitch-slapping him when he returned.[/i] "...W-What are you going to do, anyway? Just...wondering..."
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[i]Jason went silent for a few moments, debating on whether or not he should tell the girl what he was planning.. He thought he shouldn't, because, well, she obviously still had feelings for him.. but, well, she told him, he'll tell her. [/i] "Lil' ol' me was just gonna blast his arms and legs off with a Gauss rifle - ain't no armour stopping that.. Then I was gonna go ahead and cauterize his wounds so he won't bleed out on me, and well, I'll leave him to starve."
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[i]Olivia only stared at Jason, her eyes widening slightly before she closed them, her back leaning against the metal as she sighed. She didn't know what to think, to be completely honest.[/i] "...I...I don't know..." [i]She crossed her legs, her eyes still closed and hidden away from the cold world as snow fell from the sky and onto the two speaking to eachother. Olivia was, for once, frightened for Remy's safety.[/i]
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"Now," [i]Jason began as his left hand dived into the left pocket of his shorts, his right, cybernetic hand running through his shirt, grey hair. He pulled a box of cigars form his pocket, flicking the carton open with his left thumb, and pulling a cig out with his left hand, holding it between thumb and middle finger. The fingertip of his right thumb flicked off, revealing a blue flame as Jason clenched the cigar between his lips, the lighter thumb lighting the end of it, [/i] "What does he look like?" [i]He asked, the tip of his thumb flicking back on as he held the box of cigars out to Olivia. [/i]
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[i]Olivia silently took a cigar, simply staring at it as if she had never seen one before. Which she had never smoked in her life, she had only seen people smoke.[/i] "...6'10. Very muscular. Bright blue eyes... Usually wears knight armor, Black Knight armor. Has a seven foot long sword..." [i]Olivia sighed, twirling the cigar within her armored hands and studying it with electric yellow eyes. She went silent, as if she had no more information.[/i]
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[i]Jason, with a simple flick of his left wrist, closed the box of cigars, sticking it back in his pocket as he inhaled deeply on the burning cigar, holding the smoke in. The tip of his left thumb flicked off again, showing the blue flame once more, lighting the tip of the cigar with a swift movement before the lighter closed again. [/i] "That'll do, lass," [i]He then very simply said as he turned to the Dojo, and started walking without another word. He'd gather his equipment and then set out, to catch this rat and beat him to a hair away from death. [/i]
