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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2016 11:07:21 PM
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[b]Cowboys from Hell // VR Simulation // 4:12 PM // Marshal JT. [/b]
[i]Commerce and cars created a white noise in the background of the city's marketplace in the poorer district of Padras, as the Frontiersman stood in the dead centre of the entire place, his ten foot tall suit of armour and blackened duster keeping him as the focal point to the curiosity that many of the beggars and low-class citizens had.
JT was visiting the city in the country of Cylak because he was bored of the Dojo's rolling hills and whining citizens, and wanted to return to a place where even the robotic police droids were programmed to not -blam!- with the common man. The majority wad full of junkies and wannabe gangsters, but they wouldn't deter JT. He grew up here, he knew Cylak. [/i]
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[spoiler]Imagine Cyberpunk Texas, so Deus Ex in Dallas, Texas, with a bunch of drugs and crime. [/spoiler]
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Woah. This is cool. [b]Garin stood a few feet behind him, not noticing JT.[/b] Woah.
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[i]"Yeah, now is there a reason you're invading my sim?" [/i]
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Wha- oh shit! [b]Garin noticed JT as he turned around and ran around behind the nearest building.[/b] Shitshitshitshitshitshit...!
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[i]JT just watched him run with a facial expression that just screamed "The -blam!-..?" [/i]
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[b]Gunshots could be heard as Garin ran back into the street, firing at a group of bandits behind him.[/b] SHIT!
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[i]"-blam!-ing idiot..." JT said as he just continued on walking. [/i]
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[b]He ran back to JT, curving around him and reloading.[/b] Ya know, you could help.
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[i]"That'd be too easy. Why should I help?" [/i]
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So I don't die. [b]He fires around JT as one of the bandits pulls out a rocket launcher.[/b] Also so you don't die.
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[i]"Firstly, it's a VR sim. Secondly, I'm the most feared man in this city. Thirdly, my armour is really -blam!-ing good." [/i]
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[b]Garib gave you a look that says [i]Really?[/i] as the bandit fires a rocket, killing Garin in the Sim.[/b] [spoiler]end[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Dude, JT doesn't just help for free if you ain't in any legitimate harm lol. [/spoiler]
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[i]JT could hear the giggling of Charlotte around the corner.[/i] "Oh, you criminals are fun, but I'm here for a certain cowboy."
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[i]JT chuckled to himself beneath the hulking suit of armour for the briefest of moments, before he walked around the corner and the criminals all sprinted off simultaneously at the sight. Because who in their right mind would stay near a dude so stocked and armoured he made Fort Knox look like a child's room. "You mentioned a certain cowboy?" [/i]
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[i]Charlotte sat on a bench wearing only an extremely short black skirt, and a tight white tank-top.[/i] "~Hello, my friend.~"
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[i]"Hey, how are ya?" Asked the Marshal as he removed his helm, allowing the hot sun to beat down on his rugged yet handsome face. He didn't intend to sit on the bench because he would break it, so he sat across from Charlotte, bent his knees and locked his suit's legs up as if he was sitting in a chair. [/i]
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"I've been keeping my promise....sorta." [i]Charlotte shrugs.[/i] "I got bored walking around the Dojo and decided that maybe you could entertain me in some way."
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[i]"Alright. Stories, sex or drugs?" [/i]
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"Stories then sex...and then more stories please."
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[i]"Alright, what kind of story do you want? I have action, romance, etcetera." [/i]
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[i]Charlotte rests her chin on her hands.[/i] "I would love a romance right about now."
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[i]"Alright. Wedding day story?" [/i]
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"Oooh, wedding day? I'm already excited. Do tell."
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[i]"Alright." [/i] --------------------------------------------------- [b]Cedyetica 16 Years Ago[/b] [i]Everything was perfect. The biggest wedding hall available within the city was rented, the flowers were all arranged by somebody with enough OCD to make it look flawless, and the aisle's carpet was devoid of any souls because it was his time to walk down. The music played on, as he straightened his black tie and took a deep breath. "Inhale, exhale, repeat. It'll be fine." The voice was inside JT's head, which at the time carried no hat. He looked down at the one prosthetic limb he had at the time and chuckled, because if a cripple could find love, anyone could. He started to step down the long aisle with the looks of admiration from his closest friends, all dressed up for the occasion. Hell Derek was the priest, even though he wasn't straight he was allowed to perform the ceremony. JT approached his wife and smiled, as the veil over her face was shortly parted to reveal a smile, the smile, the one which brought JT to his robotic knees in fits of tears whenever he thought of her, in any memory but this. The vows were a flurry of words spoken by all three parties in the most passionate tone he could muster, but the only two words that mattered was "I do," followed by him being able to finally plant his ring upon the finger of his love and vice versa. And when the pastor let the two finally kiss, John made haste and never once hesitated, as he pulled his wife into an embrace. Not one of lust or want, but simply one crafted from the deepest depths of a heart that once cared. She was gone now, but the memory still remains. [/i] --------------------------------------------------- [b]Cylak Simulation Present Day[/b] [i]"...And that was the day of my wedding, arguably the best day I've spent with Lena." [/i]
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[i]Charlotte looked like she was about to start crying any moment.[/i] "Th-That was...." [i]Charlotte's expression turns into confusion.[/i] "You're married?!"
