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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/21/2017 8:08:53 PM
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[b]Dojo Courtyard // John "JT" Truman // 0912 Hours[/b]
[i]"If there's a new way, I'll be the first in line, but it better work this time..." JT sang to himself as he walked to the gates. It was just another day at the Dojo - Sun was out, Dojoville's football team won against a Ko-Rudo small-towner team the night before which got JT in a good mood, all seemed to be good.
The cowboy entered through the gates of the Dojo's massive barrier, enhanced by magic from each mage that entered, including the metalmancy he possessed. The Marshal had decided to make his way down to the Starbucks inside and order an empty cup, which he filled with whiskey so it looked like he was a paying patron, when really he was just a drunkard. Would be anyways, if he could be drunk. Regardless, he sat down in the establishment and drank away.
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[i]JT grinned and pulled a sixth flask. Straight rum, no chaser, still cold from the flask's cold steel. He slid it to Valentine. [/i]
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[i]Valentine downed it, and proceeded to pass out.[/i]
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[i]Valentine awoke surrounded by rats, assorted jars of piss, and various strange looking dogs. He was in the streets of Dojoville, causing a traffic jam. [/i]
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[i]Valentine sat up slowly, his head pounding. He groaned, rubbing his temples, not even trying to remember what had happened before; he forgot a lot of stuff. He looked at the dogs, waving his hand at them, telling them to shoo.[/i] "别管我!" [i]He looked at the traffic jam, not knowing if he should just lie there and let himself be run over, or move out of the way.[/i]
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[i]Cars honked and people watched with curiosity, hell even a fireman was hosing down a burnt house a few meters away. [/i]
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[i]Valentine groaned, deciding to get up and stumble out of the way. He looked around, wondering what was going on; he was a little confused, but was of course used to that.[/i]
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[i]There was a ladder propped up against a nearby building, maybe it has some relation to the jars. [/i]
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[i]Valentine walked up to the ladder, gripped its rungs, and began climbing, rather unsteadily.[/i]
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he got a punch on the arm "Yo, what the hell is a Clint Eastwood lookin mother-blam!-er like you doing in this basic white bitch establishment?"
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[i]"Gettin' ass, now what do you want?" JT had jokingly responded, looking over at the person who spoke. [/i]
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It was an Omnic, wearing a leather jacket, red T-shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots. "Me? There's a lotta -blam!-ing shit I want."
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[i]"And what do you want from me?" JT asked, a grin on his face as he looked over to the robot. He himself was a good portion machine, so he was glad to see one that actually wore clothes. [/i]
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"I dunno. I got a short attention span." He said, shrugging
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[i]"Yeah my cousin's g- Squirrel!" JT mockingly said as he pointed off into the distance. He drank from his whiskey and looked around the Omnic's face, not seeing any eyes. Assuming he looked like the Mondatta/Zenyatta type of Omnic. [/i]
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He was correct. Save for the fact that his eyes glowed a dim cobalt and his head seemed extra armored. "Yeah -blam!- you, I bet your girlfriend's doing real well." he said with a laugh
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[i]"Much better than the tin can you bang, or did that go haywire?"[/i]
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"you tell me, how does your cousin feel?"
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[i]"Wrong stereotype. That's Alabama, I'm from basically Texas. So to answer your question, my revolver feels real nice when she's greased up." [/i]
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"How's that any better? For all you know that revolver's related to me"
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[i]"Dude I'm 80% metal, we could be cousins."[/i]
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He laughed "Unless you're an omnic, I don't see how that's possible"
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[i]"Cyborg, actually."[/i]
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"Then that's that." He said, shrugging
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[i]"Mhm. Technically I'm half of your people." [/i]
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"Yeah." He laughed again "So uh, what's your name?"
