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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/14/2016 1:06:47 AM
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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?))
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"... explain to me why we're chasing somebody that just killed a criminal?" [i]Theta, of course, didn't mind chasing after a guy that had killed her, but didn't really understand completely why JT would help a Bloodsucker like her, even go so far to track down the person that had killed her.[/i] ((A plateau in the dojo mountains, training his ass off, as usual.))
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"I got bored and was hoping that I'd be meeting some nice vigilante woman who'd like to relax and stuff for the evening," and when JT said that he literally meant relax. And so he started driving to the mountain ranges, displeased that it was a male yet equally as pleased that he had something to do for the day. "And I got bored."
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"Okay, good enough reason for me," [i]Theta said, shrugging. The mountains were quite the sights to behold, and before long they had arrived at the plateau, inhabited by a single man, with sand bags tied firmly to his calves and arms, running straight sprints, back and forth, nonstop.[/i]
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"Alright, here he is," JT said as he reached just under his seat and grabbed what looked to be an M45A1 pistol, the modern day version of the M1911. He checked the magazine and offered it to Theta as a safety precaution. "Need a piece?"
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[i]Theta nodded, taking the pistol, and slowly beginning to open the car door.[/i] "Hm, maybe he [i]won't[/i] attack me," [i]Theta suggested hopefully, yet she doubted it.[/i]
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JT on the other hand, he was prepared fir hell. All he needed was the revolver at his hip and the strange, ornate dagger that rested on the left side of his belt and when he got out of the car, he started walking over to the man. "Excuse me, yeah, $1.50 ninja, we gotta talk."
