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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/17/2017 11:23:25 PM
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"Let's see. Grew up poor in Mexico, pretty average family. Mother, father, two brothers. When I was about 6 my youngest brother died of illness, and when I was 12 my oldest brother died in a gang fight. Enlisted in the military 4 years after that, lied about my age to get in. Needed to be 18 when I was 16. I was put on the front lines, sword, shield and crossbow like a normal infantryman. Managed to hijack a bike during one mission, and showed some skill with it, so I was put into a Strike Team. About 6 of us in a squad, and then our captain as well. Not gonna lie, had the hots for her a bit. Always have liked dominant [i]pareja[/i]." [b][i]He says, laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "Anyways, seven of us, armed with a crossbow, spear and motorcycle. Roamed around ripping through enemy lines for the 5 years I served in that squad. Our commander was wounded and taken out of action before our final op. All but I was wiped out, and instead of returning to base I just kept on riding. And that's my story."
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"Did you ever bang her? I like the dominate kind sometimes too. They're just so rare, y'know?"
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[b][i]He laughs a bit[/i][/b] "No, no I never got THAT close to her. Never really came up in conversation, the fact that I liked the look of her. Doesn't really bother me that it didn't though, didn't want that kind of infamy in the corps."
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"Hmm. Missed oppurtunity. So, where do you see yourself in ten years? Screwing a bunch of cowgirls in your golden ranch?"
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Edited by Lordbakon: 7/19/2017 1:03:45 AM"In ten years... probably dead, not going to lie. Working as a bounty hunter doesn't exactly garuntee a long and prosperous life. If I'm not dead, then probably the same way I am now, roaming from town t town hacking up those who need it. It's not nice work but it's a good job."
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"Whatever pays the bills, I guess. Hey, how are you payed? Per hour? Kill? I'd like to know for...reasons."
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"Depends on the bounty. Most the time when a job is done you get paid, but things like protection can be daily or such, or it could be by kill. All depends."
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"Because this dumb*ss called Leonard entered my room a little bit ago and I hate this guy. He's such an *sshole and ugly too. If you could kill him that would be good."
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"Ouch. Hurtful." [b][i]He says, faking being offended.[/i][/b] "Though I will say, jealousy green isn't a good colour on you."
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Chuck glared for a second before breaking into laughter. "Nice. I like you. You're not someone quick to pulling a gun out and pointing it at people. You've passed the test, man. Congrats."
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"Wait to pull a what?" [b][i]He says, a look of confusion about him at the mention of the word gun.[/i][/b]
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Chuck stares back in confusion. "A gun? It's like a metal object that shoots other metal objects at a target."
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"So you mean a crossbow, correct? Granted not all at made of metal, way too heavy to lug around all the time. But the shit those snipers use, damn, the can fire a bolt pretty far."
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"N-No. More powerful and smaller than a crossbow." Chuck pulls out a 22 gauge sawed off shotgun from his desk and places it on the table. "This is my boomstick. There are many like it, but this one is mine."
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"I'm not going to lie, I have no clue what the blazing hells that is."
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Chuck then picks it up and fires it at an intern that walks through the door, shredding the poor person to pieces. "Self explanitary."
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[b][i]He falls off the chair, gripping his ears.[/i][/b] "WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE IN HELL WAS THAT THING PULLED FROM?!"
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"DO YOU WANT IT?!" Chuck casually yelled, reloading the weapon and placing it in front of Leon.
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"KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" [b][i]He says, yelling only because his ears were ringing. He sat back up, gently pushing it away from him.[/i][/b] "RANGE HAD NEVER BEEN MY SPECIALTY, EVEN IN THE MILITARY."
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He picked it back up and pointed it at Leon with a blank expression. "You sure? I don't think Vicky likes being rejected."
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[b][i]He swiftly moved to the side, placing a hand on the gun as he grinned. The barrel wasn't pointed near him anymore, as arcs of indigo electricity cracked on his hair[/i][/b] "Well, I'm sure you'd be shocked at my response."
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Chuck didn't even flinch, not showing a hint of aggression or fear. "I get it. Very punny. I was just offering a weapon, man. Though, the gun will feel the need to kill someone if you reject it. It'll probably be one of the asain kids under my desk again."
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"You understand that's not at all how weapons work right? Like, they aren't sentient like you or I are?" [b][i]He says, not sure if the man is joking or actually stupid[/i][/b]
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"You're right about most weapons, but this one has an AI stuck in it. Vicky is a real b*tch."
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"You realize you could just ask for prisoners on death row instead of shooting slaves right? And isn't this supposed to be psychology?"
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"These kids aren't slaves...they're less than that. They're like food for Vicky's bloodlust. Also, prisoners aren't what Vicky is into. She wants more innocent lives."
