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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/13/2016 11:24:19 PM
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A potential case of vigilante justice to be served? The Marshal was in town, and seeing as he wasn't named that for not being a lawman occasionally, he definitely did show up to investigate. He also planned to steal the corpse if at all possible but that was for a side project of his.
The courtyard wouldn't feel the rumbling of the powered suit JT normally wore, rather he was equipped rather modernly. A deep blue dress shirt lay over a grey undershirt as it was rolled up to his elbows and left unbuttoned, with only a pack of some neo futuristic cigarettes remaining in that little fold where he could store it like a pocket. There was no fedora like a traditional detective had and rather his brown cowboy hat, not to mention the blue jeans he wore which weren't what he usually had for a pair of pants. His arms though, they were the same as ever: Cobalt's left arm and JT's Cedyetica Cyborg Arm.
And so, he stepped into the courtyard and waited.
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[i]Theta smiled, taking the money, and getting out of the car. She thought that she didn't really need a new apartment; only three people knew of her identity as a Godfather, one was the Primal Bloodsucker, one was dead, and one was JT. And so she walked towards her apartment door, turning to look at JT.[/i] "Thanks for... everything," [i]She said, unsure of how to react of somebody she didn't even know all that well reviving her, giving her a ride, then giving her fifty thousand dollars.[/i]
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"No problem, uhh... Come to think of it, I never got your name?" It was funny, JT only knew her as Theta after one conversation with Jerven, and he needed to get that confirmed.
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"Theta Brown," [i]She answered, smiling slightly.[/i] "And you?" [i]The writer could think of no more what to write, but to avoid a one-liner, typed up random words.[/i]
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"John Truman, most call me JT." Of all the people to ask his name and not just assume it was his alias due to the Lieutenant status he had, Theta was the first to know his adopted name. His actual name was the serial number JT890M, though John Truman was what he was given when adopted into the Truman family after birth, for a cruel experiment on how well he could adjust.
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"Okay, John, would you be more comfortable with 'JT' or your first name?" [i]Theta asked, leaning her back against the door to her apartment, twirling her keys around her right index finger, her posture showing that she had time, and didn't mind carrying on a conversation.[/i]
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"Either works by me. Use John I guess, unless it's for work purposes, then I go by JT." JT used that alias for most things in all actuality, as it used to be a name that managed to put fear into the hearts of any nation that he was hired to go against, though now the pair of letters were nothing more than a nickname he coined.
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"Alright, John," [i]Theta said, smiling at the cowboy.[/i] "Anyways.... I'll see you tomorrow morning." [i]She unlocked the apartment door, revealing the stairs up to her completely trashed room.[/i]
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"Alrighty. Swing by whenever, later." And with that JT walked back to his car, and drove away from the house. He had some business back at the Clinic to take care of and a few people to upgrade to Windows 10's better model, and so he needed to hurry. ((End))
