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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/14/2016 8:58:04 PM
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[i]JT just ordered his coffee black, because the writer typically goes to Tim Hortons and legitimately has no clue what's on a Starbucks menu.
"So what brought you to th' Dojo?"[/i]
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[spoiler]Its okay, The only reason I do is because my sister is a manager there lmao. They sell regular coffee plus a bunch of crazy shit like pumpkin flavored, vanilla, chocolate, etc. [/spoiler] "Adventure, I suppose. Someone to teach me how to actually use this thing." [i] She says, gesturing at the sword at her hip as they walk towards a table. Her father was good with one, but he was barely good enough to hold his own, let alone teach someone else. [/i]
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[spoiler]The day that a double double is on the list is the day I'll start going. [/spoiler] [i]"Lookin' for a trainer? There's a few people who can hold their own around these parts. I can help with general combat but for specialized melee training, look for a guy named Wolfe. Dude's crazy good." [/i]
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"I heard something about him. Soldier, right?" [i] She questions, sipping her drink through the straw and tapping her fingers on the table.[/i] "What about the guy with three katanas? My dad had heard things about someone, more of a myth than anything though. He's kind of a sword collector." [i] She smiles.[/i] "But if you're willing, that'd be great."
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[i]"Firstly, yes. Wolfe's a soldier, one of the best. Secondly, triple-swordsman weeb is pretty elusive. I knew him for maybe sixteen years now and have seen him a total of three times. Lance May, was his name." JT smiled slightly as he relived the glory days of his past in his head, going over the same scenarios hundreds of times in VR so he wouldn't forget. He met most everyone and relived that all, but he only considered three people his actual friends way back when, and Lance was on that list. Times have changed but JT would still take a bullet for him, too loyal for his own good, like a dog. "And finally, I'm a gunman and a Brawler. If I trained you then you would only really know the basics considering I'm just now getting good with swords. You still taking that offer?"[/i]
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[i] She grins widely, eyes twinkling with excitement. [/i] "Yeah, that'd be awesome. Learning how to use a sword better than what I can now would be helpful. Your Lance friend sounds like a decent guy too." [i] She says with smile, sipping From her drink. [/i]
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[i]"Wouldn't say decent as much as shady nowadays, nor friend as much as acquaintence, but he's a damn good fighter." The twin gladius swords on JT's back were obvious though he had opened his duster, and on his hip were a pair of blades that once belonged to The Dancer and the ornate dagger Lance gave him, though he also had an assortment of combat bayonets, Jagdkommandos and even a small katana on the inside of his jacket. "Take your pick as to what you would like. One weapon only though, backup in case you get disarmed. That's kinda common 'round here."[/i]
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[spoiler]PSA; a small katana is a wakizashi. Katana blades are 30 inches, while wakizashi's are like 24. [/spoiler] "Like, pick one of yours?" [i] She asked quizzically [/i]
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[spoiler]Huh, the more you know. [/spoiler] [i]"Yeah, choose one. It's yours after. That twisty one is a Jagdkommando, stabbing weapon, almost impossible to patch the wounds. Bayonets are for stabbing and cutting, great survivalist tool. And the small sword there is a Wakazishi, AKA Samurai Seppuku tool."[/i]
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"I'll take the twisty one." [i] She says with a laugh, grabbing the knife by the handle and withdrawing it, holding it in front of her eyes curiously. She runs a thumb along one of the edges, which draws a paper thin cut.[/i] "Ow." [i] She says, sucking the blood off by putting the pad of her thumb in her mouth. [/i]
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[i]The green shaded blade had a total of three sides placed in a triangle, twisted to where one blade ends at the tip where the one to its left should be, and the grip of the twelve inch blade was in the same pattern as a grenade. The only colour on it that wasn't green was the black handguard. "Careful, those things are banned by NATO."[/i]
