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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Weeaboo Of War:
11/23/2017 4:07:09 PM
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[u]The Thоt Trio of Tatakai[/u]
[u]Dojo Mountain, 2:41 PM[/u]
[spoiler]Open to all. Yes, I'm too lazy to describe too much, at the moment. I'll link their bios, lol.[/spoiler]
[spoiler][b]Cel[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238271693/0/0/1
[b]Eli[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/230268686/0/0/1
[b]Zara[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238968266/0/0/1[/spoiler]
"...Ah? It wouldn't be-"
"[i]No.[/i]"
"...what's a thоt?"
[i]Thunk.[/i]
"A thоt is a derogatory term that can be used in conversation to describe a whоre, Celkym." [i]Elizabeth would murmur, as she would approach the straw dummy of which she had thrown her javelin through. Elizabeth had taken an.. odd outfit, for the colder weather: a tank top, white in color, alongside a pair of cyan blue running shorts. The outfit was exceptionally unique in the time of fall, but she seemed unaffected by the freezing temperatures, as she would rip out her icicle of a spear with a sigh.[/i]
"No, we are not making a "Thоt Trio". I am not a plaything for men, I am a mage. I doubt that Celkym would endeavor in such actions - you, however.. I do not know."
"No, not like women of pleasure," [i]Zara would jest, smirking at the sight of it while she leaned against an old, leafless tree, her helmet resting on a bench next to their Guardian companion. The Mandalorian mercenary would push herself off of the tree, stretching a little in her insulated armoring: a customized set, green and grey in color, the beskar plates covering her vitals carefully.[/i] "I mean, like a band of travelers with a funny name. Hell, it doesn't have to be "Thоt Trio", if that gets your g-string in such a twist-"
"Begone." [i]Elizabeth would say with an awfully rude tone as she blushed at that comment, as Zara would laugh at the sight of the pale woman's complexion going icy pale. Though it would be Celkym's voice that would call out, after a deep sigh.[/i] >"A trio would be great, but not when we're arguing about our group's name!
...though Thоt Trio would degrade our situation."<
[i]Celkym was the only individual that concealed her face from view, her head hidden away by her Knight's dome visor. The Vex-synthetic weave armoring that covered her body was smoothened and shiny, though frost had already formed upon the plating as if she was peculiarly used to the cold, yet the muffled, quiet voice within didn't complain. Celkym sighed as she stood from her bench, shaking her head.[/i] "This could work. But only if you two stop arguing."
[i]There was no response, after that. Except for a transmission sent by Zara, to a few.. others. A beacon, leading whomever was listening "FIGHT, FUСK, OR FRIEND!" was the message sent over the transmission, all in text.[/i]
[i]An extremely odd transmission to send, and a thirsty- well, eventful one at that.[/i]
English
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"...Goddamnit, Zara!" [i]Elizabeth yelled, tearing off her helmet and leaving the row. The Mando, meanwhile, just shrugged and sighed. The mage would de-summon her armoring and such, beginning to leave the other two behind.[/i] [i]Easily, she was the morally best of the three. Alpha could use that.[/i]
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Alpha re-appeared in front of her then, crossing her arms. "So why are your friends so racist?"
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"Racist? Zara is only "racist" because she's bred for violence and hate. Literally. You announcing your presence made her decide between flirting with you to relieve stress, or insult you just to get that thrill of being on the offensive again. Celkym? She fears what she doesn't understand, it's just her nature that she can't get rid of." [i]Elizabeth sighed, sitting down and motioning for Alpha to sit next to her.[/i] "You aren't going to kill me off just to send a message, I hope."
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"No. I'm trying to actually not be an ass for once. Failed miserably, as you could see." Alpha said, sitting next to Elizabeth with surprising grace
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"Hey, you're alright. From what I see of you, anyway. That situation was stacked against you, although.. As much as you'd dislike to, you should probably return the blaster to Zara. I can if you wish, but she would hunt you down to the ends of the earth for it."
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[i]As the woman sat in the little home she’d rented, stirring her coffee and listening to the transmissions moving across the Dojo, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the one in text, a simple four words, all a clear draw to most, including herself. However, she had her reasons to be interested. It meant potential information. So far, anything she could get was worth it, a sort of reconnaissance information. Standing up from the barstool at the kitchen counter, she headed off into her room to put on her winter clothes, and to head up to the mountain. The walk had taken some time, but she didn’t mind. Information was worth a walk. As the three sat debating on the mountain, they were greeted by perhaps a unique sight: a woman who looked like just another every-day civilian, wearing a heavy jacket and jeans, along with snow boots. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders and covering her ears. Her lightly tanned face was rosy, a product of the cold. Offering a bright smile, she spoke.[/i] “I guess y’all must be the ones looking for company?”
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"Company from another godly warrior of the Dojo would be a change, yes. Glad to see that you could make it." [i]The platinum blonde-haired woman, the one of which was seemingly unaffected by the whispering winds of coming winter, would be the first of this "Thоt Trio" to speak. Crystalline, icy blue gems would care to study the awfully.. regular individual. It was a glad change, and a gentle surprise, that someone that was so simple would bother to come along.[/i] [i]Though one of the three didn't feel the same, instead Zara would smirk and continue to lean against her tree, the ends of her pearly white teeth shown through her grin.[/i] "Nah. Nah, no one shows up to these sort of things for friendly conversing, unless they're fuсking weirdos-" "And no one freely offers their ass to random individuals unless they are a whоre." [i]The blonde would snap back at the Mandalorian, who would smile and cross her arms as she fell silent. The woman whom had greeted the newcomer would sigh, nodding towards the newcomer.[/i] "Forgive my friend for the comment, if you may."
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“No apologies necessary. I wasn’t the one who sent out the message looking for love.” [i]She remarked with a smirk, making sure to show off her rather smartassed attitude.[/i] “Godly? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” [i]She blushed, watching the three of them.[/i] “Am I not allowed to strike up conversation? I do believe that making friends requires talking, and I’m pretty sure your message mentioned making friends as well. If we must, I’m quite capable of all three things your message discussed.” [i]There was a hint of a seductive and suggestive tone in her last sentence.[/i]
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"...I like her." [i]The Mandalorian drew out her voice with an almost flirtatious, light tone, though those emerald eyes would continue to study the seemingly civil individual.[/i] "Though you can do all three.. most can only do the second or third. Interesting enough." "Godly, as in practically every member we've met from the Dojo." [i]The blonde nodded reassuringly.[/i] "Not towards you. Though your capacity to combat is intriguing, without revealed weaponry or armor."
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[i]The inspecting Mandalorian would find a woman who was clearly young and quite good looking, though much of her was covered up due to the cold.[/i] “See, I’ve never understood blatantly showing off your weapons. Isn’t the point to not let your enemy see them?” [i]She jested, smirk on her lips. She had noticed the Mandalorian looking, and without making it obvious, she made sure that the woman got her fill. The newcomer was certainly a tease.[/i]
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[i]Perhaps the Mando was intrigued, letting a whistle breeze through her lips as she nodded towards the woman, bowing her head kindly.[/i] "You have a point, you know." [i]The blonde said, nodding towards the woman.[/i] "So.. what would your name be, then?" [i]It seemed like a simple question, nothing out of the ordinary.[/i]
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“Anna.” [i]She replied.[/i] “You learn when you have to protect yourself.” [i]She remarked with a shrug.[/i]
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"Mhm. Elizabeth. The Mando's Zara, the one checking you out." [i]Zara briefly fluttered her fingers in a waving motion. If Anna could make a guess, she could say that Zara was some sort of bounty hunter, judging by the apparel. She was too casual for the hardened soldier type.[/i]
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“No harm in that.” [i]Anna said, a playful smirk on her face.[/i] “Are you all from around here? I’m honestly just trying to get familiar with everything.”
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"Another newcomer? God, this place kills off fast and repopulates faster." [i]Elizabeth would jest, in a rather crude manner.[/i] "I'm from Lumis, if that means anything. I know the place, Zara and Cel are.. rather new. Anything you really need to know, I gotcha."
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“Then I suppose your hands are full with people trying to figure things out.” [i]She said with a smirk.[/i] “I just like to kinda know where I’m at. Dangerous for a woman to be off alone and with no idea where she is.”
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[i]The transmission came in perfectly clear over JT's Tac-Pad, the notification popping up as he was adjusting the music that linked from the device to a pair of wireless earbuds. The loud ding among the sounds of ACDC's "Hells Bells" would have alerted him anyways, but he actually took the time to open the message. The fight part didn't really interest him after past experiences with weak fighters, fûck grabbed him immediately, and friend was enough to get him riding towards wherever the transmission was sent on horseback, coming from his warehouse in Dojoville. [/i]
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"Jesus Christ, there's a fuсking cowboy." [i]Zara would be the only one to comment on that, biting her lip a little once she saw the incoming cowboy on his steed. She had seen people come to her in tank, in spaceships, on other people, on warbeasts.. but a cowboy on a horse was a surprising first.[/i] [i]Elizabeth would look up at the sight in silence, simply nodding her head towards JT. If his intention was to flirt away, he had.. three options. Zara, in her vulgar glory - Elizabeth, whom had at least shown some respect - and Celkym. Celkym, whom was studying the cowboy's cybernetics quietly once he had arrived, if any were revealed.[/i]
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[i]Sullivan's movements were swift, each of the galloping dashes forwards led by his master's spurs connecting with his side every few seconds. JT slowed the steed moments later and dismounted the valiant steed, which he allowed to stay in the general area whilst he looked around. JT moved towards Zara, her being the most intriguing of the three to him. "Hey, did y'all send a transmission about somethin'?" [/i]
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"'Bout fighting, fuсking, and friending? Eh, maybe." [i]The bounty hunter would respond, the tips of her pearly white teeth given away as she studied the cowboy's being with light green eyes. Elizabeth looked over, only to shake her head in some judging demeanor.[/i] "Seriously, though. Ten points for the garb and the horse, that shit is way too uncommon in this hole. Everyone's too busy rocking armies and spaceships." [i]It didn't seem as Zara was bitсhing, but instead just pointing out how common that all was.[/i]
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[i]"Thanks, ain't no way I'm rockin' up to fight, fúck or friend someone with a thousand dudes behind me." JT chuckled with his sort of semi-joke, the bearded Marshal folding his arms shortly after. It was pretty common that his apparel and stash of firearms was pointed out, although it was good to have it be in at least a good way for once. "I'm JT if y'all're curious. Not my real name, but much more fun to shout when I do somethin'." [/i]
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"Wouldn't mind the party, to be frank," [i]Zara smiled a little more, that smirk growing at that semi.. perhaps a joke, a challenge, or a flirt that was leading onto something, possibly all three.[/i] "Zara T. Mando filth, bounty hunter, extravagant stylist, sharpshooter, the usual. The blonde is Elizabeth. Necromancer, nihilist, yet actually remotely nice when she's drunk as hell. And that's-" >"Celkym."< [i]The Vex-Guardian hybrid would wave a little, as Zara would nod and shrug. It was as if she respected her enough to not go too far with describing her.[/i]
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[i]"Alright, a damn fine Mando, a moody drunk and another cyborg? Sounds like a fun group y'all got here." [/i]
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"Damn fine? Glad that you're pretty direct, handsome~" "And now, the "[i]fuсk[/i]" part of your message makes sense." [i]Elizabeth groaned, sitting by to watch the situation. Zara, meanwhile, merely leaned against her tree and smiled, her head tilted a little towards JT.[/i]
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[i]"Never get anything y'want by dancing 'round the topic, Liz. Keep that advice fer free, next lil' tidbit I'm chargin' for though," JT jokingly responded, looking over in her direction for a quick moment. He brought his gaze back around to Zara momentarily, the electricity in his eyes jumping across the glass like a light show. [/i]
