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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2016 8:52:29 PM
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[i]That table, funnily enough, was belonging ti both Jack and the Marshal. Jack just chuckled when the poor sod came crashing through the oakwood while JT just scowled at the figure, sending him fleeing in terror as either man stood, walked over to Wilson, and sat on either side of Courier Six.
"You could've asked," Treyman jokingly replied as JT flashed two of his robotic fingers to the barista who had the drinks for JT and Treyman, before she walked back into the back. [/i]
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Alright, I know I'm gonna f*ck up y'all's names, because I swear to Christ I'm slightly ret*rded. [i]He said, gesturing with his hand. [/i] So who's who?
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[i]"I'm Jack," said Treyman as he grabbed for an orange mask at his hip, putting it on his face. The right eye had a black crosshair over it while the left had a red splotch of colour. "Cowboy's JT, call 'em Truman if you need."[/i]
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Jack the Ripper and Harry Truman... maybe I'll get this sh*t straight someday.... might help if I didn't drink so much... [i]He said, gesturing for the bartender to bring him an entire bottle of whiskey.[/i]
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[i]Cowboy: "Dude how much have you forgotten due to whiskey?"[/i]
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I forget. [i]He replied through a chuckle.[/i]
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[i]"Well man, I guess you've taken more shots than you've given in literal shots."[/i]
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Oh I've taken plenty of literal ones too. Didn't always have this armor and sh*t bro. [i]he said, chuckling.[/i]
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[i]"I'd heard," JT replied as he took a swig of his whiskey. There were a variety of books and tomes on the Dojo's history on the libraries and so he had found the occasional book on the Courier. "Apparently you wore some sort of Duster or some shit."[/i]
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Old ranger gear. You know the NCR f*cks that hang out here? Same gear their rangers wear. Killed a ton of 'em, had a shotgun and was hyped up on Psycho. Liked the gear, so I took it. [i]He said, taking his helmet off. The filtration hoses disconnected with a hiss, and he set it down on the table. Opening the bottle, the Courier downed half of it in a solid chug. He certainly looked the part to be doing that, his face marred with scars, the familiar slashes of a deathclaw, the scar where the bullet went in, and a few more that were probably souvenirs from something stupid. His hair had been styled back, and he looked to have been fairly clean-shaven, at least for the time being.[/i]
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[i]"Aye, been there once or twice," JT admitted in an accusing manner as he shot a glare towards Treyman, who defensively raised either of his hands. "Landed in some shithole version of Washington, spoke to a dude in armour like yours. Said it was T-45 or G-45, something with a 45."[/i]
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T-45. Tin hunk of sh*t compared to X-01. Back before the war, T-45 was the first set of power armor that the US made. I think you can infer from that why the stuff sucks. [i]Wilson said, shrugging.[/i]
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[i]"What kind's that one you got yourself?"[/i]
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Modified X-01, Enclave's gear. They built it after the world got nuked to sh*t. You probably saw the Capital Wasteland, Brotherhood loves their T-45. [i]He answered.[/i]
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[i]"Enclave? Ain't that the Government run by New Hitler?"[/i]
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More or less. They're a joke nowadays, been pretty damn torn up in the past several years. I stole the armor out of an old military base, modded it with Schrader's tech.
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[i]"-blam!- dude, I don't think they did much wrong," Treyman said with a tone of admiration. He was a soldier, one who was a tad overly-proud of his nation, and so he was one to say he was an Enclave supporter. "Jack you'd think Hitler and the Nazl's did nothing wrong," Cowboy jested as he sipped on his whiskey. He wasn't one to down his drink and instead he sipped. No point in downing if you don't get drunk. [/i]
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Those f*ckwits are the reason deathclaws are walking around. [i]Wilson replied angrily.[/i] Also the reason for all the damn muties.... so they ain't near in the right... just made survival for the rest of us hard.
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[i]"What in san hell is a Deathclaw?"[/i]
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The reason half my face is f*cked up. [i]He then gestured to the massive skull on the side of his shoulder.[/i] That's from an alpha, leader of the pack. Ugly bast*rds, they are.
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[i]"Holdup that's a -blam!-ing skull? How the actual hell did you get an intact head, I would've blown it the hell up."[/i]
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Blow the bastard's legs out, get on top of it, and take a machete to the thing's throat. [i]He replied, as if it was common knowledge.[/i]
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[i]"You climbed a -blam!-ing Deathclaw?"[/i]
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Did I stutter? [i]He asked, with a look that said "bitch?"[/i]
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[i]"Nah man. Just... Holy shit, wouldn't you break it's bones in the armour?"[/i]
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This was before the armor. And even then, I've been thrown by one in this armor. They do not care what you're in or who you are. [i]He said.[/i]
