[u]"Hmm. I've only begun to encounter such technology...I descend from a land where time is convoluted, and the people themselves...well, you'd say they were stuck in the past. I was a knight, raised in Eleum Loyce, one of the ancient kingdoms of that realm. Long story, to...say the least."[/u] [i]Judging from the knight's tone, something had happened when he was at Eleum Loyce. His grip tightened upon his very bottle, a sigh escaping his lips as he recalled the events that occurred long, long ago.[/i] [i]Mara only chuckled in response to Jack's offer, although the blue-skinned Remyre only shook her head in response.[/i] [u]"I-I think I'm good. I'd have to get you a drink if you got me one, just how I work."[/u]

[i]"Aye brother, seems both our homes were strange ones," remarked JT as he grabbed a glass of whiskey from the barista as she swam on by, which made the Marshal take a sip out of impulse. "I'm from a country called Cylak, little shithole on Felghast, which is literally the definition of Cyberpunk. Though it was mostly bandits and assorted rabble." Soon after JT received his drink, Treyman grabbed his own from the waitress who swung by him and thanked her. Just before taking a sip he looked to Mara with a grin. "Can't argue with that logic. So Mara, please, tell me about yourself."[/i]

[i]Olythran only nodded in response, his deep frown turning into a faint grin as he took yet another swig of his now halfway full bottle of whiskey, the alcohol swishing downwards to the nozzle.[/i] [u]"Heh. The girl over there, hanging with the guy you came in with? She's from some place called Homeworld. Not sure of what it is, but..."[/u] [i]Mara leaned against the bar counter itself while her bright cyan eyes locked onto Treyman, the wide grin still upon her face. She definitely seemed like the partying type, to say the least.[/i] [u]"Well, I'm from New Intro City, big-ass place in Homeworld. Thirty-one, had a job as a waitress. Nothing much. What about you, handsome?" [/u] [i]She laughed quietly, chugging down more alcohol and becoming more drunk by the minute.[/i]

[i]"New Intro? I know a dude down there, another blueskin. Jerven Trexi, you might know 'em." "Military," Jack responded in a slightly more serious tone though he somehow kept the feeling of fun coursing through his words as he spoke. "I'm a general for the New Terran Republic and head of the Hunters Legion, and command a few soldiers in the field."[/i]

[u]"Unfortunately, I have not heard of him. I wonder if Mara would know him at all...I doubt it, but it would be worth asking her. As for your friend...who is he, I wonder? Perhaps a soldier, a warrior or something of the sort?"[/u] [i]Olythran suddenly perked up, as if he was interested in who Treyman was, what his role was in an army, assuming he was within one, how much shit he had killed in his lifetime, and several other questions that most likely involved tactical planning or strategized attacks upon a foe. Oly was a very militaristic person, at times.[/i] [i]Mara, meanwhile, actually listened to Treyman speaking, although she was quite close to being shitfaced drunk. As he finished up, she only nodded, swigging from her beer. [/i] [u]"...A soldier? I mean, I've...learned how to shoot a gun. Not exactly a gun person.."[/u]

[i]"Military general, heads basically what is the mix between an inquisition and an assassin's unit. Jack Treyman, or The Damned General as the edgelords call him, fought in two wars and won both with little effort. Hell the man took on an invading army of robots with one ship, a revolver and five battalions of men, with only one city destroyed and a single revolver in his hand." From writer to writer, the old days of RP were where bullshit like this was all too common. Though it happened, and Treyman's status is forever branded in the halls of the New Terran Republic. "Not everyone's a gun person. I know a guy, Jerven Trexi, the guy's a melee guy. Fisticuffs mainly, he's a Remyre too so he's dealing some serious damage." Dense bones means heavier bones, and the muscles to support Jerven's strength made him a more than capable fighter, able to punch and slightly dent iron. Much like Mara would be capable of, perk of being a Remyre. [/i]

[i]Olythran happened to find that bullshit as well, but not necessarily in a negative manner. Instead of snapping, he only looked upon Treyman with what seemed to have been awe, and yet almost amazement, too.[/i] [u]"That actually happened? Either that army was a complete joke, or that General needs to teach me how to do shit like that." [/u] [i]The knight chuckled to himself quietly, chugging down the last remaining drops of his whiskey before setting the empty bottle down onto the surface of the wooden table.[/i] [u]"Best I've done anyway is descend into The Old Chaos and sacrifice myself for the safety of my city...and yet, I still lived somehow, instead of sacrificing my soul like my brothers and sisters and my King, the Ivory King, who plunged into the flame with the ambition to stop its wrath. It worked...but at the cost of his life."[/u] [u]"I've got a pair of fisticuffs lying around in my apartment...ought to try 'em out sometime, really. I'm not exactly with this...er, Dojo. Man, people talk shit about that place. I don't think it's that bad...is it?"[/u] [i]Mara, to say the least - had heard of the Dojo's reputation of harboring wanted criminals, mass murderers, and overall undesirables. She knew a couple of names, what some looked like, and who to watch out for in general. But she was still asking Treyman, a person who, in her not-so sober state, she hoped would tell the truth.[/i]

[i]"Damn man... Where'd you say you were from?" JT asked with a tone of curiosity. He'd been just about everywhere in his travels, stopped in on many differing dimensions and galaxies within those, all out of boredom. Sure he had ulterior motive, but nobody had ever gotten close enough to know, and he doubted anyone would ever understand his secrets. "That's a joke yes? This is the Dojo Sector, the place nobody in my military wants to be put. People expect my military to act as a police, the Dojo residents to guard them from murderers, but it ain't that simple. I can't spare resources due to my hunt, and the Dojo people can't predict when and where murderers pop up. The place is hell." Treyman never had a good opinion on the Dojo. While he did enjoy hearing the tales of old warriors like Felix Aeturo and June Bellicose, Brimstone McRoy, and plenty of others - He believed the Dojo's prime time was past, and that the people of Dojoville needed actual police. [/i]

[u]"Eleum Loyce, an ancient kingdom of the land now called Drangleic by the masses. Deep within the earth, the Old Chaos burns unending, it's fires harboring the souls and vessels of knights and their king. When I left the city, it was frozen in frost and ice, the King's Pet guarding the cathedral that lead into the raging fires of the Old Chaos. I do not know of what fate has become of the city."[/u] [i]Olythran only sighed, recalling the beautiful city and its frozen state, and the King's Pet Aava, the massive cougar that guarded the entrance that lead to the flames that took the ones he respected.[/i] [u]"...Sounds terrible. I've heard...things. Recent things, happened a couple of months ago. Some stuff about a Stand user...Y'know, from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, a Názi, and a Vileblood, whatever that is, causing chaos 'n shit. I've heard that the Stand user just vanished, and the Názi died...but the other still remains." [/u] [i]Mara was clearly referring to some of the current Dojo's most hated residents; Ghiaccio, the user of the Stand White Album, Jack, the bio-manipulating Názi that was eventually decapitated, and Irina, the one that was "redeemed" and was basically granted a way out of the shit she was in, even after murdering several innocents and Dojo members. [/i]

[i]"Oh? Heard about that once. Traveled to the wrong Frontier with a friend and found some castle, big red dragon there. Spoke to some knight who mentioned it." JT was lowkey hinting towards Solaris and the castle near the Undead Burg. He had visited once a long time ago, on a cosmic road trip in a sense. Didn't stay too long though. "-blam!-, I've never met half these people. Me and JT over there only know like six people, and he knows four while I know two." JT knew Lucien, Olivia, Lance and Keri, while Jack had known pretty much nobody. Partially due to the fact he's insanely focused with work and JT is too busy augging people to do much, and his lack of social life means more augging. [/i]

[u]"Random guess here, but he was a part of a covenant that worshipped the sun, wasn't he?"[/u] [i]It was a guess that Olythran took, but even then, he had heard rumors of a sunlight warrior roaming the lands in the past. Of course, time was heavily convoluted in Lordran/Drangleic/Lothric, so things may not have made logical sense at first.[/i] [u]"I know pretty much no one here except for Olythran over there...that's really it. And I mean, I guess I know you somewhat, so...two people? Maybe?"[/u] [i]Mara actually technically knew another person around the Dojo; Jason, Wehb's psychotic Russian, whom she met in Homeworld after a nightclub party and three thugs. Two of which were absolutely torn to pieces by the man's weaponry.[/i]