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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/19/2016 4:04:44 AM
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He gasped, quickly rolling over.
"HOLY SHIT! BRO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT GUN?"
He crawled away backwards, sweating, eyeing the man's armor and hand with shock.
"DO YOU EVEN HAVE A CARRY PERMIT?"
He shouted, scared.
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We don't talk about that. [i]he said rather offhandedly.[/i] [i]He spun the pistol and slid it back into its holster, crossing his arms afterwards.[/i] I mean, do I look like I'm worried about people stopping me over a piece of paper that says I can carry? [i]he asked, staring at the man.[/i]
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"W-W-What the hell even is this place? Did I step into Comic Con by accident?!?" He stood, seeming confused and nervous. "And why would you pull a gun on me in the first place?!? And don't you need to have a permit?!?"
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Alright. One; I have no idea where I am. First I was thinking Japan but then with all this stuff, nah, can't be the Japs. Two; no, this isn't a comic convention, it's real. [i]he slid his shotgun from his hip, pumped it, and fired a round skyward, the sound quite loud up close.[/i] And three; permit or not, I'm carrying guns. [i]he replied. Clearly he seemed less than concerned about this place.[/i]
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"B-b-but like there!" He pointed to a lady with horns covering most of her body. "There's no way that can be real... right?" He collapsed into a bench, pressing a hand to his head and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
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[i]He glanced at her, still holding the shotgun with its barrel pointed skyward.[/i] Looks real to me. Weird, unnatural, but physically present. [i]he said with a shrug.[/i]
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"What the hell is this place?" He said with a mix of confusion and wonder. He seems to have just now noticed the shotgun. "Why the hell do you have so many guns?!?"
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Like I said, I have no idea where we are. Oh this? [i]he said, looking to the shotgun.[/i] I like to be prepared for everything. Pistols for pistol stuff, shotguns for blowing doors and brains out, and a rifle for pretty much everything else.
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"But in what situation would you need those for? It's not like murder is legal." He joked uncertainly. "Right?"
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Just because it ain't legal doesn't mean it ain't gonna happen. You don't think the Feds hire people to kill the ones they don't like? [i]he said with a laugh.[/i]
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"Well, yeah, all governments have some of [i]that[/i]." He shrugged, nervously gesturing to all of the blatant weaponry. "But I mean... it doesn't concern you at all that someone could start a mass shooting right here and now? I mean, sure, there are plenty of people to take them down, but still..."
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Nah. Not my problem. My armor's plenty strong enough to handle a couple of stray bullets. Besides, you really think someone would want to pick a fight with all these people here? It'd be sheer stupidity. I don't know where you're from, but uh, usually people don't mess with the dudes with guns. [i]he replied.[/i]
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"Usually the only people who carry guns either have permits or are planning something horrible where I'm from." He pointed out shakily.
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All in the person, amigo. All in the person. Now I ain't a cop, a Fed, or a licensed carrier, but I sure as hell ain't a psychopath. I may do some bad things here and there, but I at least have limits. [i]he answered, seeming not in the least bit concerned.[/i]
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"Oh well... anything I can do to get a job? I only have cash on me..." He pulled out his wallet, shaking it in hope, and his face crestfallen in disappointment as only a couple fell out. "What currency do you all use here?"
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Ok, look. Let me say this one more time. I don't know where I am. I'm not an expert here, I just kinda showed up. I have zero idea what the f*ck this place is or where I am. In short, sorry dude, can't help ya out. [i]he explained.[/i]
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"Eh. How do you eat then?" He asked, curious. "Do you have a house?
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[i]He face-palmed with his cybernetic hand, sighing.[/i] Come on, man. I just freakin' told you I don't know where I am. How could I possibly have a house if I just got here?
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"Oh." He seemed disappointed, looking around uncertainly, scratching his head. "Jeez. If anyone comes after me, I'm screwed." He let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you know where I can get weapons?"
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No clue. But if you're lookin' for protection I'm sure we can work out a deal. How much money you got? [i]he asked, sounding almost predatory.[/i]
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He backed away out of reflex uncertainly. He looked at the money in his hand, before holding it out to him earnestly, but just out of his reach. "I got five bucks." He grinned weakly.
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God that's pitiful. Dude I can't even get a box of bullets for that much. [i]he said, sounding mildly disappointed.[/i]
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"Sorry... I keep most of my money on my debit card, but unless you can point me to an ATM, I'm out of luck..." He looked up at him hopefully. "Speaking of which, what's your name?"
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Of course... everything's digital these days... [i]he sighed.[/i] You can call me Sidewinder, we'll stick with that.
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"Cool. I'm Jasper." He stuffed his money back into his wallet and slid it into his pocket. "Can you point me to one?"
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Ok... AGAIN. I have never been here. I don't know what's around here. But in the case that we find an ATM, I'll be sure to point it out. [i]he said, sounding exasperated.[/i]
