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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2016 11:21:53 PM
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"Yeah, right as my crew made one of the biggest raids of their lives and I was about to unveil something I could've retired on."
[i] He says with a booming laugh. Not that he would, the sea life was far too suited for him. [/i]
"I take it you know the Japanese white guy?"
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"The living definition of weeaboo with edgy ass magic?" JT jested, though he did find a pretty large portion of what he said to be true, no matter how badass he found Lance to be. "Known the guy for sixteen years now, still remember when we took jobs for the local mafia, Jack Rabbit. Don't s'pose he mentioned a JT? Guy who never says his name or serial number?"
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[i] Bjorke smirked and shook his head. He guessed JT didn't know Lance as well as he thought. Then again, Lance was a locked box with 55 different locks... a mile underground. Point was, he wasn't the sharing type. Or the caring type.[/i] "Maybe once or twice. Cowboy, you fit the bill pretty well."
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"Aye, Lance never was the type of guy to say much." JT didn't know Lance nor did he even consider him anything more than an acquaintance, seeing as there was a sixteen year period of no contact between the two of them, although he did know the guy's MO and he knew that Lance had met a lot of people in his day, so there was a good chance he met another cowboy cyborg. "So you know who I am, now who in Odin's name are you, Hel Ines?"
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"Captain Bjorke Fallöran, at your service cowboy." [i] He stuck out a hand to shake, shrugging the sword and shield back to a secure position on his back.[/i]
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JT clasped his armoured hand onto Bjorke's even though it was far larger, due to the cowboy being a fair ten feet tall in the armour. He reclined his hand shortly after giving three swift shakes, and he folded them. "Any other time jumpers around here?"
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"If Lance stuck with the routine, then yeah. At least two or three more. As in where they're from, there's about twelve of us so I couldn't tell you." [i] He says with a shrug. [/i]
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"Twelve? Damn." Well JT knew Lance needed at least twelve others to do anything now, so his thoughts on the Ronin's abilities waned though he still knew the guy could solo him.
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[i] The Viking smirked and shook his head.[/i] "If you think Ronin needs us for anything, you really don't know him. He does this for us. You'd be surprised what it's like to see different timelines, and the only thing he gets out of it is friendly conversation with people he can call friends."
