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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/12/2017 4:12:04 PM
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"Shila, my master. My father had given it to me before his...untimely death." She had replied, not even looking toward JT while speaking.
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[i]"Sorry to hear, kid. How old are 'ya?" [/i]
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"I...don't know. My father said I was a ripe enough age for my last step into adulthood, but...I don't know." She responds. [spoiler]She's actually around 22-ish.[/spoiler]
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[i]"Altight, anything off-limits to you? Booze, drugs, sex, anything?" JT asked as he stepped into the room and leaned against the wall, figuring he'd be here for a while. [/i]
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"Depends on you, my master." She responds, looking toward JT.
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[i]"Don't make me choose. You'll probably be in my bed surrounded by coke and whiskey on a nightly basis." [/i]
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"Then it is settled. No drugs, as it would disrespect any dishonorable action I may take. Anything else...is acceptable, for the time being." She replied.
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[i]"Anything?" JT said with a slight chuckle. [/i]
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"Anything other than drugs..." she had repeated to herself, before looking at JT. Although he couldn't see behind her mask, a small smile appeared on her face as well.
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[i]"Alright. Well I got an empty bed and some whiskey, you want to party the night away?" [/i]
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She replied that by simply walking out to her room. "It would be a dishonor not to, my master." She replied.
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[i]"Jesus Christ you've got Stockholm syndrome," JT thought as he walked to his room, grabbing a crate of whiskey from underneath his bed and handing her a bottle. "So, where are you from?" [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/12/2017 8:32:00 PM"My father mentioned a planet called Shira XV, out in the Sigma Nebula of this galaxy. This...I believe is where I'm from." She explains, taking the whiskey.
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[i]JT went to his bed and sat on the edge, patting the spot beside him. [/i] "What's it like?"
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 3/12/2017 8:36:40 PMShe sat down next to the cowboy. "Peaceful planet on the outside and in the capital town...a war-torn battlefield everywhere else we go. Our family plans to take the mercenary group known as the Eclipse down and take the planet for ourselves." She replied, pulling out her katana and rubbing her fingers across the blade.
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[i]"You guys make any progress?" JT asked, taking a small sip of his own whiskey. [/i]
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"Most of the towns are a warzone. Unless we send everyone into the district, it's impossible to take the central city." She had said, activating something in her helmet so that her mouth is shown and nothing else (blocked by the helmet) as she starts sipping the whiskey.
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[i]"Huh. Your people make any progress whatsoever? Also, come, sit down with me." [/i]
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She sat down where JT was. "Almost half the planet is ours...however, the Eclipse use dishonorable tactics...such as their mechanized machines and weapons bought off the black market for their own purposes." She had responded, somewhat arrogantly.
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[i]"Huh... I think we just got a job. Do your people need any help?" [/i]
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"We may hold our own for the time being. My father sent me outside the planet to find someone who could care for me...in case we lost." She replied, drinking more whiskey.
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[i]"Well, you've found me." [/i]
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"Exactly. Until he contacts me, he wants me to stay off the planet until further notice. For my safety, he says." Shila had said, drinking the rest of the whiskey.
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[i]"Oh the irony - He wanted your safety, yet you're with a guy literally know for beating people with his severed limbs."[/i]
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"He'd eager want me here than having your limbs torn and broken into tiny pieces by a robot with a machine gun as one hand and a rocket in the other." Shila had said.
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[i]"Sounds like a weekend for me," JT said with a chuckle as he finished his drink, throwing an arm around Shila's shoulders. [/i]
