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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/20/2016 8:41:58 PM
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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."
