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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Cthulhu The God:
2/17/2017 12:44:00 AM
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[spoiler]This is for my test thingy, I guess.[/spoiler]
[i]Emma finishes cleaning her large Kraber and starts to place the weapon back together while humming a simple tune. Her titan, Northstar watches from the corner of the room as she places the last few parts together.[/i]
"Off I go, I guess. Off to a whole new world."
[i]She slings the sniper over her shoulder and makes sure her Wingman is loaded before exiting the small hideout she had made in the nearby mountains of the Dojo.[/i]
[b]~~~~A few hours later~~~~[/b]
[i]Emma arrives at the Dojo gates and cracks her neck to each side with her sidearm in one hand by her hip.[/i]
"I'm here for a test?!"
[i]She calls over the large walls.[/i]
English
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[i]"Sure, sounds good. How old are you?" [/i]
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"Don't you know not to ask a lady her age?" [i]She jokes and chuckles a bit.[/i] "I'm twenty seven. You?"
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[i]Treyman: "Exact same, damn." [/i] [spoiler]By the way, none of this is on-the-spot shit for Treyman. These two are freakishly similar lmfao. [/spoiler]
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[i]Em shrugs and raises her bottle.[/i] "To our dying youth." [i]She laughs before finishing the bottle.[/i]
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[i]"Aye, and to drinking in general," Treyman merrily said, as he grabbed a vodka from a waitress and took a swig. JT: "So what kind of shit do you do in your free time?" [/i]
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"Free time? I'm decent with a yo-yo, I guess. I don't normally have free time that's not taken up by going to the bar and drinking with other pilots and military personnel."
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[i]JT: "Raging alcoholism for the win." Treyman: "If you had half as many chromosomes as you did bottles of whiskey, then maybe you could tell me what two plus two is." JT: "...You say to a theoretical surgeon." Jacqui: "What is theoretical surgery?" JT: "The title on my theoretical degree." Treyman:" Smartass. Anyways, you spend a lot of time drinking, Emma?" [/i]
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[i]She shrugs and gets a new bottle from a passing worker before taking a sip.[/i] "At least once a week I wake up in someone else's bed with little memory of how or why. Does that answer your question?"
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[i]Treyman: "Yeah." JT: "Sound familiar, Jackery?" Treyman: "Dude what the -blam!-? Is Jackery a name?" JT: "-blam!- if I know." [/i]
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[i]Emma laughs a bit at their back and forth while gulping down more vodka than she probably should.[/i] "Jackery? Sounds like a stupid name."
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[i]JT: "Yeah, but so is Jack here." Treyman: "Your first name is specimen JT890M, hypocrite." JT: "I prefer the term 'Sparklecünt." Treyman: "There's probably a joke there but I'll leave it be." [/i]
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"Sparklecünt?" [i]She laughs and takes another swig.[/i] "Where the hell is that from? Did your mother call you that?...Are you in the closet about something?" [i]She jokes.[/i]
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[i]JT: "Yeah, your cousin doesn't like being publicly ravaged. Issue, or would you prefer to join in?" The Marshal jokingly retorted. [/i]
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"Join in, fuk boy. I don't have a cousin though. No family in fact." [i]She keeps downing vodka.[/i]
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[i]JT: "Finally someone I can -blam!-ing relate to in this goddamned space of AIDS we call a bar!" Treyman: "How don't you have family, if you don't mind me asking?" [/i]
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[i]Em nods at JT with a wide smile before turning to Treyman.[/i] "I was a single child before my parents died. Father died from an accident and my mother was shot during a robbery."
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[i]Treyman: "Oh, I'm sorry..." It was then that JT actually decided to do something somewhat good, and attempt to tuen the tide of the conversation. JT: "Alright who wants to play some drinking games?!"[/i]
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"That sounds great! I almost always lose, but lets do it." [i]She continues to drink rather fast.[/i]
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[i]JT: "Alright, we can either do strip blackjack, shots for money, or something y'all have. Em, you're the guest, take your pick." [/i]
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"Strip blackjack sounds fun. I'd love to have Trey's jacket." She snickers and takes another gulp.
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[i]"Damn, this one was my favourite," Treyman said with a grin, as JT got his cards. [/i] [spoiler]Okay, we have three options: 1: Do stuff here and leave out information, in case people lose the majority of clothes. 2: We can take it to PM and narrate in depth, and such. 3: We can timeskip and decide on a winner. I have cards with me IRL for dealing and such. [/spoiler]
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"Well, you're about to lose it. Also, can my armor not be stolen? Thanks." [spoiler]I kind of want to play actual blackjack. PM?[/spoiler]
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[i]"Mmm, nah - I lose my jacket, you can lose your armour." [/i] [spoiler]Dealio[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]After some bullsh*t blackjack....[/spoiler] [spoiler]Just kidding, I trust you played fair.[/spoiler] "Lets keep this party going! That was fun and all, but I feel like the night is too young to stop."
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[i]JT chuckled and grabbed a drink for everyone; Whiskey, vodka, another vidka, and a scotch. He arranged it on the table for everybody, who grabbed their respective drinks. [/i] [spoiler]I always drew Emma and Treyman's cards, made up Jacqui's seeing as I planned for her to lose quickly, and JT's I drew. [/spoiler]
