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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/6/2017 11:15:09 AM
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[b][i]Leon laughed a bit as the man said that. His apparel was his usual leather jacket with battalion and squad number still on the sleeve, MSU507. He wore a white t-shirt under it, with a pair of kisser fitting blue jeans and leather boots. His hair was short, pitch black and styled a bit, but still remaining a little messy. His eyes were an amythistic colour, and his skin was tan matching the Mexican accent to his voice[/i][/b]
"For me it isn't about the money. It's about the joy of the game. Also, some people like to play with hard cash, others play for 'other' ways of payment." [b][i]He said with a grin[/i][/b]
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The bartender returned, placing Leon's drink down in front of him on the table as the man leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. "And what exactly would those... 'other payments' be? If you don't mind me asking that is."
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"Some people will have me set a hand limit, and whoever had the most chips when it finishes, will win a bet. That bet could be any manner of things, truthfully, too many things to describe. Of course, when you're on the road too there are other kinds of currency, not all of which legal but still a way to make money."
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"Believe me when I say, I've seen so many currencies you wouldn't believe what they have. There's this one world, who's currency is literally organs. Hell of a place."
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"Sounds like a place you don't want to get too drunk." [b][i]He says, taking a sip of his drinks.[/i][/b]
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"Definitely. But you're lucky, this place accepts quite a bit of different types. Granted, it's the legal ones but you know... The illegal ones are for the weapons." He nodded his head to the counter, where the wall had swords and drinks on top of shelves with a few guns here and there. There weren't many, more drinks then actual weapons but still. "The good ones are in the back. Or so I've heard".
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"I'm not in the market for any new weapons. My crossbow and spear still work wonderfully, carried me through my military career."
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"A Crossbow and spear? Where you from if they worked so well? Weapons like that... They're turning old school."
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"In the military I was part of an MSU, motorized strike unit. My job was drive a motorcycle at the enemy with those weapons and make them break formation. You should've seen their faces when we came in." [b][i]He said laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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"I can only imagine." The man replied with a light chuckle, nodding his head.
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"Especially when some guys modified their bikes for certain missions. Hell, one battalion, everyone feared. You know the things they put on the front of trains, cow plies they're called? They put versions of those on their bike. Half the time didn't need their spears."
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The man chuckled once more, leaning back in his chair as he laughed. "So what brings you here then?" He asked, after calming down.
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"Drinks, women and games my friend. The main reason any man or woman comes to a bar." [i][b]He said jokingly[/b][/i]
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"But a bar... On another would? Sounds more like running away to me."
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"Oh, you mean 'here'." [i][b]He said, gesturing all around him.[/b][/i] "To be quite honest I haven't the slighted hell-damned clue."
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"Another one." The man said with a sigh. "You're not the first this has happened to. You won't be the last. This place... It's like dimensions and time collapse."
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"Well, they do say all paths lead to the same place. Perhaps we're all dead and as warriors, this is what we find as peace."
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"Dead? Nah, I've been dead before and I know what that's like. Much more Peaceful."
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"Never have really liked the calm. Then again, grew up a good bit around fighting, then I joined the military. Guess it's just always been part of Me."
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"Then the answer is simple. Don't die." The man laughed once more.
