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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2016 3:01:18 AM
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"Stole your style? Nah. I stole my friend JT's style. I used to wear robes and a mask and stuff, but that stuff isn't needed anymore."
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*She chuckles.* "Heard of the cowboy...you stole his style from him? I'm guessing he modernized whatever weapons you used to have." She responds.
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"Modernized? Nah, we already had modern weapons, he just really like revolvers. So do I reliable, is what they are."
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 11/17/2016 4:00:01 AM"Ah..." *Kara pulls out her own gun (shown above) as she looks over it.* "Unlike the revolver, this gun...well, it'll help me a lot more then just penetrating people." She responds.
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[b]Keri unholsters her own gun, Sex And Checks And Special Effects. It was a big revolver, like a small handcannon.[/b] "This is mine. Tracks targets. I never miss a shot."
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"Mine? Not only could it shoot...it could summon specters to help me, be able to summon multiple versions of me...that kind of stuff." She replies, chuckling at her own cannon. "I mean...your guns are just as good."
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"Heh. It's more of an accuracy thing. If I can hit you between the eyes before you even pull the trigger once, who one that fight? And your gun sounds like a mind trip."
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 11/17/2016 6:20:32 AM"Heh...trust me, before that bullet gets into my brain, you'd already be dead." She replies, leaning back on the bench.
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"Wasn't planning on killing you, so..." [b]She holsters her gun.[/b] "I don't see how that has any relevance. Anyways, my name's Keri. What's yours?"
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"Kara. Nice to meet you." She says, finishing her coffee and moves to Keri's bench.
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"Likewise. So, you got any questions for me? You don't need to ask me any, but people usually have questions."
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"Um...I guess I have a few. Are you...a fighter? Like, someone who wants to fight here?" She asks.
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"I only fight when I'm either attacked or training with my practice sword. When I fight, I fight to kill."
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"Right...so don't mess with you, then? Alright. Um...anything you want to ask me about?"
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"Nah. I ain't too good at asking questions. I'd like it better if you just asked me stuff, thanks."
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"Alright...um...where did you come from? The cowboy must've found you somewhere." She asks.
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"We're both from Cylak, on Cedyetica. Was born and raised there, the both of us. Well, JT was a test tube kid, so he wasn't born, but you get my point."
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*She chuckles.* "Would you believe me if I say I come from a completely different world?"
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"Nah. I do too."
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"Earth. Nice place, 7.3 billion people on it, and...just a bunch of us fighting knock-off Mexican wrestlers. That's been our life." She chuckles, rethinking the memories she had.
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"Earth? Yeah, I've been to Earth. But Mexican Wrestlers? Don't remember seeing any of them."
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"Trust me; we fought them. Might've been a different Earth you visited." She responds, as she looks up at the stars, looking for her own planet.
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"Huh. Maybe."
