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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Nox:
10/19/2016 11:46:32 PM
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"Well,"
[i]Bonnie began with a friendly tone and her fairly young sounding, light voice, [/i]
"If it makes y'feel any better, ya look like one helluva bona-fide badass, y'know."
[i]She then whistled in appreciation as her eyes glided over the ten feet tall, heavily armoured cowboy that stood before her. Having grown up on Texas, she always had an affinity for the Wild West.. Yes, stereotypes. [/i]
English
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JT was a cowboy, born and raised in Cylak which was pretty much Neo Texas with the moonshiners and inbreds of Alabama in the far south, and some Alaska style snow in one... Well strange part of the land, to say the least, so he harboured around the same amount of love for the West as Bonnie did. "I try for efficiency over flash factor."
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"Efficiency over flash factor?" [i]Bon Bon asked with a grin and soft chuckle.. because, well, the guy had just crashed into the ground after jumping out of a plane thing.[/i] "Yet, y'just crashed into tha ground at I dunno how much speed, afta jumpin' from a goddamn plane thin'. Tha's definitely rather flashy, cowboy."
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"I could've been flashier," responded the Marshal as he readjusted the duster on his armoured body, and fixed the hat by putting it back into just the right position that he looked like a damn fine McCree cosplay. And the cowboy didn't lie, he could have been even more over the top if the writer didn't half ass the post due to time constraints and a low battery ay the time.
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"Oh, there ain't no doubt 'bout that," [i]Was the woman's response as her eyes broke away from where JT's would be, and glided down, observing the cowboy and his armour again. She then carefully spoke again, asking a question that had been lingering around in her mind,[/i] "Say, y'probably dropped from some base or ship or somethin'.. And this 'ere gal is all outta gear.. could I.. buy some stuff from ya? I'm willin' to pay."
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"You ask the guy who just free-fell from orbit if he's willing to give some gear?" Definitely not the most dangerous thing JT had done in his long career, that went to the Whalehawk Incident back in the cowboy's youth. He shot a look of curiosity to Bonnie, before letting out a sigh. "What'll you need?"
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Edited by Nox: 10/20/2016 8:30:12 PM"Why," [i]Bonnie began with a soft chuckle and an amused look in her brilliantly green eyes,[/i] "'Course I am. I mean, when else would I ask ya? When y're practically dyin'?" [i]Yes, she made what was a joke in her eyes. Don't question her, you'll just end up more confused. [/i] "But, eh.. I'd like things that are absolute monstahs up close. Y'know what I mean? Guess I'll need ta give y'some actual specs, eh? Well.." [i]She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath because she was about to say quite a lot. She then smirked, realizing how ridiculous her order would even be, [/i] "First off, a shotgun. Baby has to fire explosive buckshot rounds the size o' an fifty cal Beowulf round. 'Ell, make it completeleh full auto, if possible?" "Second off, I was thinkin' a side arm. A revolvah firing twelve gauge buckshot. Explosive buckshot, eh?" "Third off, I need a melee weapon. Can y'recommend one to this gal?" "Fourth off, I ain't shit without sum heavy armour. A nice ol' exo would fit me well, eh? One and half inch o' ceramic, three inches o' that ol' titanium, with a lil' bit o' gel to absorb blunt force trauma and all tha' - preferably with sum rocket boots, a filtration system, and a lil' auto painkillah device, eh?"
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"You're definitely ambitious," Responded the cowboy who had allowed himself to remember that key phrase by activating the screen of his TacPad on his right arm, beneath the suit, to record her words as she said the order. He could make it as his gear was eight inches ceramic, some gel, eight inches steel and some more gel on the exo so one and eight was a number he could achieve, though the weapons would be a little tougher. The shotgun would need to be as large as a Barrett 50. Caliber sniper rifle without the barrel, but he could just make it an explosive flechette shotgun that fires around 50. BMG or Beowulf ammo so it was doable. The revolver would be slightly larger as it would need to carry twelve gauge ammo, but altogether he could make it. "Any place you want me to drop the stuff off? It'll be done by next week."
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[spoiler]Meant a single shotgun, lol. My fault for not proof reading my replies, I guess. [/spoiler] "Uh," [i]Bonnie said in response, not really having an address yet, because, well, she had only just recently arrived, and hadn't even thought about getting a place - so she just stayed at a hotel. [/i] "Can y'drop it off at a lil' hotel I'm stayin' at? Just gotta hope 'ey don' check the boxes, I guess.." [i]She then proceeded to tell JT the address to her hotel, as well as which room she was staying at. [/i]
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"It'll be there within the week, just let me talk to a couple of contacts. Best you'll get is military grade and worst is stolen military tech, so you're guaranteed good shit either way." The writer really couldn't think of anything else to add here so he'll just put a cute little face chain. ¬_¬⌒.⌒ -o-Θ_Θ>ㅁ<^▽^*^^*
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[spoiler]End now? Timeskip? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Your choice. Either stay and interact or skip and get gear immediately rather than it being a background thing. [/spoiler]
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[i]Rather than leaving with a few goodbyes, Bonnie remained in place, both her hands slipping into the spacious pockets of her jeans as she looked the tall, armoured man before her up and down.. She truly was curious about him.. I mean, it's not an everyday thing that you see a heavily armoured, ten feet tall cowboy drop form orbit, now is it? [/i] "So," [i]Miss Cain began with a friendly smile, [/i] "Mind explainin' to me why the 'ell y'dropped from orbit? Well, maybe begin with yer name 'cause tha's probably less complicated.. I'm Bonnie."
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"John Truman, most know my by the nickname JT though." Not all that many people knew JT despite the fact he used to run a seven billion man private military corporation, which admittedly came as a pretty big surprise for him. Either way he didn't care though as he didn't mind introducing himself to new people. "Resident cowboy and Dojo lieutenant. Or sensei. Or whatever we're called now."
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"Well, if we're givin' last names.. Bonnie Cain. Bon Bon, Dynamite Gal.. Call me Bon Bon, howeva, and I'll castrate ya with a rusteh spoon." [i]Bonnje replied, meaning her words. As in, she'd actually attempt to castrate JT with a rusty spoon if he called her Bon Bon. She then chuckled, taking a few steps closer and extending her right hand up at the cowboy, the smile remaining on her face. [/i] "'Tis a pleasure to meet ya, John."
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"Call me by my tea name in public and I'll beat you to death with your own arm." JT wasn't joking. He did it before to his girl in a VR sim way before they got together, and he'd be willing to de-limb again if he needed to. "Pleasure's all mine."
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[i]Since JT didn't even try to shake her hand, Bonnie withdrew it, letting it dive into the right pocket of her jeans again. She then nodded while speaking, [/i] "So, I gotta stick to John, eh? Aight, bud. John it is. So, cowboy, why ta 'ell ya drop form fückin' orbit? Tha's what I'd love ta know, 'onestly."
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"Got gassed, shot and forced off a ship from orbit. So, I jumped out of the airlock and fell onto a ship, then landed on a ship and flew it down here. Needed to park it."
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"Park it, he says," [i]Bonnie said with an amused chuckle, her eyes moving over to the smoke pillar caused by the crashed ship. She then looked back at the cowboy. [/i] "Tha' sounds like one 'ell o' an adventure, I can tell ya that much, bud. 'T sounds pretty badass, though, I gotta say.. Though, y'seemed a lil' angry."
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"Well the entire reason behind it is kinda giving me reason to be angry." JT didn't see anything he did as badass due to the tales of some men he's met in the past, and even just the daily lives of some people. To a woman with an incredibly edgy surname to a demigod, he'd met some people that put his adventures to shame.
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"Wha' happen? Did yer ship thang get invaded? Yer crew murderer, eventually forcin' ya ta flee? Or is 't somethin' else entirely? Am I jus' pryin' too much?" [i]Bonnie's own adventures were still squashed by JT's. All she had done was enlist with the military at sixteen, fight in two wars - one against pirates and the other against terrorists - and made it back home mostly in tact. Nothing special.[/i]
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[i]"One of my closest advisors and the one who gave me the ship, actually, he -blam!-ing betrayed me. Gassed me with either Zyclon-B Hitler style or Cyanide Gas like a bitch, then had the entirety of the crew rain hell on me." That was probably the most men that the Marshal had taken out in one move, but it was a true event and one he would boast about in the case of him surviving the hell he had undergone. [/i]
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"Ah, mutiny, eh? Shit sucks, I can tell ya tha' much. Neva' had ta deal with it meself, though, which is pre-y pleasant, I gotta say." [i]Bon Bon said in response, before letting a silence descend upon the two, like a blanket. She then, of course broke said silence,[/i] "So, y'got any grand plans ta stab murder 'is backstabbin' ass? Km arse? And, can this 'ere dynamite gal help ya? 'Cause 'tis been a while since I last saw sum action."
