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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/13/2016 11:30:48 PM
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[i]Detective Bowel walked into the courtyard several minutes later, smoking a pipe, fumes obscuring his face. As he approached JT, Bowel threw the pipe aside, breathing out smoke. His hair was gray and his skin wrinkled, his eyes deep shade of brown. His mustache was thick and bushy, yet gray. He appeared to be in his mid-forties. Smiling at the cowboy, Bowel spoke in a deep, raspy voice.[/i]
"JT! Yah came! Ah've heard so much about cha, all good things." [i]Bowel extended a hand, his brown eyes meeting JT's cyan ones.[/i]
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JT clasped his more realistic prosthetic into the hand of Bowel, as he found it impolite to shake with his arm of Cobalt due to it being more of a skeletal frame. His cyan blue eyes met with the lookers of the detective as his face remained straight, because he wasn't a kind man on the job unless he needed to be, and so he retracted his hand. "The case detective, what is it? And I've got one request."
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[i]Bowel shook the cowboy's hand, then pulled away, lighting a cigar.[/i] "The case. Well, a woman was found dead in her room, on her bed, a bullet wound in her heart. After close examination we found that the bullet was a 9mm, and shot a point-blank range. There was also a death note." [i]The detective handed the cowboy the death not, seen above.[/i] "As for the request... well, speak up."
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"Send the body to my clinic. I wont go into detail but I can do something to get the information, possibly bring her back to life for a moment and keep her in permanent stasis." JT was completely honest, as in he did it before. He needed the corpse to find out what had went down the night of the murder in all its sexual glory and gritty disgust if he was to piece it together, and it was a thing that he could use to hopefully find the face of the killer, or at least his voice and general look. And as for the stasis... Well some things and plans are best left unsaid, though JT did have use for her body in that she could act as a model for a concept he was working on: Genetic cloning and experimentation.
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"Interesting.... Alright. The body will be over there in ten minutes." [i]And true to his word, ten minutes later, a coffin was delivered to the front door of the clinic, Theta's body left untouched, still wearing her scandalous clothing from the night before.[/i]
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"Excellent, thank you detective." --------------- Back at the clinic, it was all set and done. JT had managed a Maraswap, in which the organs and brain were put into a living body and the brainwaves were transferred to the corpse as a revival to bring her back from the dead, which went pretty well for JT as he body was put in a Bacta Tank to regenerate the cells and body. Estimated time, eighty years until release, but she could still speak and such when awake. JT hadn't tapped into her mi d yet, rather she floated in a green liquid and JT sat in front of the tank until she awoke.
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[i]Soon, Theta awoke, opening her bright green eyes, and let out a yelp of surprise; she thought she was supposed to be dead. She [/i]was [i]dead. Looking around, her eyes were full of wonder, wonder for how in the world she was awake. Then, she looked at JT, and sorta smiled.[/i] "Hello? Where the -blam!- am I?"
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"Purgatory," the cowboy calmly and kindly responded. He didn't change her out of the previous clothing as it would provide a sense of familiarity to her he hoped, although he did wipe up the blood and cauterize the wound. "You died, I need what you know about the killer, mind telling me beautiful?"
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"Th-the killer?" [i]Theta thought back for a moment, then blushed furiously.[/i] "O-oh. Him. I... um. Yeah. He had bright blue eyes and... black hair. Definitely black hair. His clothing... looked like he was wearing black clothing... and he had a light skin tone. That's all I can remember...." [i]She averted her gaze, cursing herself for being so easily taken advantage of and killed where she thought she'd be having sex.[/i]
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"What were you guys doing? Did you get the time? Can you think of his face?" JT may or may not have installed a cranial neurochip inside Theta's brain in an attempt to get the image, but it could only work if she thought of his face. He looked to a monitor off to the left which displayed Theta's thoughts, emotions and even a POV camera as she floated in the tank, which was for convenience purposes.
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"I-we were...." [i]She stopped talking, but the memory could be seen on the screens. A drunken Theta, pole dancing on a table in a crowd. A somewhat handsome man jumping on the table and hugging her, whispering compliments and flirts. A suggestion they that should have intercourse. The man had jet-black hair, and bright blue eyes, with high cheekbones and a square jaw that was recently shaved. He carried her away from the crowd, and she vividly recalled him planting a feverish kiss on her; her blush reddened at that. A drunken reply of the events went through her head, her beginning to take off her clothing, before being shot in the heart, and the memories stopped there.[/i]
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"I always miss the fun ones..." JT said in response as he stood from the steel chair that he was contained in, though he had an image of who to track down now. He looked down to his right arm as he cross referenced the face with the security cameras of the Dojo, as well as most of the police databases from Tatakai to the New Terran Republic, and also Drivers Licenses were checked. "Well ma'am you have two choices: I kill you and use your corpse for experiments, or you live and I offer you a job? You can decline or accept, I'm just always glad yo help people." Ah niceness, JT's biggest flaw. Nice guys finish last was definitely true, both from everything like friendly competitions and in love to work things.
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"I mean... living's fun...." [i]Theta murmured, deciding on the latter. She looked at JT, a question in her bright green eyes.[/i] "But... how?"
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"The how ain't necessary. you're in a new body with the same face, all I had to do was some complicated shit," JT said as he typed a few buttons into his arm, and in seconds her life expectancy was set to be back to normal and ready for release in just a moment.
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[i]Theta nodded, taking a deep breath, getting for life again. Looking at JT, she asked a question:[/i] "What job'll give me? Cause I kind of already have a job... of some sorts. If I'm not fired after being killed. But that's not that point. What job?"
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"Personal escort," JT responded in a joking tone, though he kept a nanite watching the monitor to see what her thoughts were. He was testing what kind of person she was because he could have use for another infiltrator. Because some knightly asshat killed JT's best one. "Joking, just a personal assisting for if I need anything."
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[i]Theta smiled slightly, the corners of her thin lips pulling upwards; she didn't necessarily mind being an escort, she'd done it before and she'd do it again. She broke into a giggle, but quickly calmed herself.[/i] "Of course... I'd willingly do both, sexy." [i]Her tone was joking, and so was her facial expression.[/i]
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JT chuckled shortly after as well though he didn't exactly have need of a prostitute, aside from maybe one or two things he needed done for infiltrations. He folded his mechanized arms and looked to Theta as he had to part ways, and with a flick of his right thumb, the pod opened after draining to let Theta out. "I have a criminal to catch. You know his name?" JT asked ad he checked the TacPad search.
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[i]Theta walked into the open of the clinic, smiling widely. Back in business, although without her previous prosthetic tesla cannon.[/i] "No, I don't know his name, although if he's a Bloodsucker, I probably do."
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"Bloodsucker? One of your boys shot my pal Jerven, would you happen to know who?" JT inquired, though he already knew. Jerven said something about a Tesla Cannon arm and a Bloodsucker, and when JT found the shoddily made Aug (in his opinion), he made the connection. But everyone deserves a second chance in his eyes.
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"Er—yeah, that was me." [i]Theta shrugged, hoping JT wouldn't hate her and kill her.[/i] "But I tried to save him, really. Nearly got myself killed doing it. Turns out he wore rubber underneath his clothes...." [i]Theta sighed, lapsing into a silencez[/i]
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A chuckle was the only thing to escape JT's lips, because he knew something about the highly illusive Jerven that not many did. Jerven was bullshit, all Remyre look almost the same, so he had different Remyre do things for him. Either way, JT exited the Clinic with a laugh and spoke yo Theta shortly after. "You joining me or did you want to diverge and di your own thing?"
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"I'll join you," [i]Theta said, following JT out of the clinic, getting used to her new, dupe body, and the feeling of having a flesh and blood right arm. She looked around the clinic with interest, having never been there before.[/i]
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The clinic I described in replies for the actual thread, you can read it there. JT smiled as he felt the open breeze of the air hit him as it had only been, like, six hours since the body was sent over, and so JT approached his black Jeep Wrangler and entered the drivers seat, as he waited on Theta.
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[i]Theta smiled, breathing in the fresh air as she hopped into the passenger seat of the jeep, looking around. Turning towards JT, she buckled up.[/i] "Don't mind me asking, but where are we headed to?" [i]She asked, her tone curious.[/i]
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"GPS found the fûcker we're chasing," JT responded as he pointed to the GPS on his dashboard which displayed the Aviator's location, police databases and other such things had gotten a location on his face to cross-re- Some complicated yet logical shit went into it. ((Where dat boi at?))
