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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
7/25/2017 4:54:21 AM
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[b][u]Dusk for Hire[/u][/b]
[i]20:19, Alley in Dojoville[/i]
A Huntress whipped through the alleyway at an inhuman speed. She was wearing a full set of KD Bogatyr armor, with Bittersteel as her shader.
She appeared to be chasing two bandits.
Within seconds, both bandits were dead, and she took their money.
She dashed towards a bar.
She entered the bar, her Last Word gleaming at her waist.
The Huntress took a seat at the bar, taking off her helmet, revealing her face.
She had golden-brown, long hair, kept in a single braid, and unnerving green eyes.
She requested a shot of fireball whiskey.
[spoiler]Open, for merc recruitment, or interaction.[/spoiler]
English
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"Lush, do you have any info on that day?" JT asked, lowering the gun.
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"I short circuited before I was drained dead," Lush said.
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"How in San Hell are you here then?"
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"Apparently my twin sister is powerful. Really damn powerful," Dusk said, "She managed to revive me like she was Mercy from Overwatch."
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"Oh don't tell me you -blam!-s got revival magic now?"
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"I don't know. I think it's just my sister," she told him.
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"Special snowflake then? Alright, that's all I needed. Go on."
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"About what?" Dusk asked.
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"About information, I got all I needed."
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"Alright then, I better be on my way," she sighed.
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"You say that like you'd rather stay here, kiddo."
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"Why?" She destested. Dusk wanted to leave. She had no need to be in the house. She got desperate. She did something risky. She did a poor quality job compared to her other tasks. She got caught. Whoop-dee f**king doo.
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"That sigh usually means somethin' along those lines, is all." [spoiler]Don't go yelling at me, I left this entire thing up to you. Notice how I didn't shoot? How I didn't arrest your character? I've left all the decisions in your hands and you got to this point. This could have went a lot differently - From JT killing or arresting Dusk to even training her in how to be decent at her job, if she wanted, or even JT becoming a powerful ally. Don't go bitching for your -blam!- ups. [/spoiler]
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"I don't understand, what you want with me. So you either tell me, or let me leave." [spoiler]Dude. I'm not mad. She is.[/spoiler]
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"I told you that you can leave if you want." [spoiler]Kk[/spoiler]
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"Oh, you did? Do you have an indirect, back door?" She asked.
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"Who doesn't? More importantly, who would I show it to anyone if I'm keepin' it for myself?"
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"Well then, do you have a different back door?" She asked. She stood up, her bow forming in her hands.
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[i]"I have a window, a grappling hook and a bit of creativity with getting 'round rooftops. Anywhere specific you need to go?" JT asked while he holstered the revolver in his hand. He stepped over to a large window by the kitchen, opening it to reveal a rooftop that was only a few feet below the windowsill and across a seven foot wide alleyway. Easily crossable by a well timed jump, though the grappling hook was for crossing streets. [/i]
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"I got it. Lush? Helmet?" She asked. A helmet that had a visor. She pulled up the hood of her cloak. She climbed out the window, and jumped once. Then again, in midair, followed by a third jump that ensured that she crossed the gap.
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((End?))
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gud[/spoiler]
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*An old exo in odd titan armor, not seen before, walked in, a large modified fallen-looking pulse rifle on his back. He didn't go over to the bar, just leaned against a wall, watching everything with his orange-chroma eyes*
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She ignored him, taking the sip of whiskey.
