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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/23/2017 9:53:26 PM
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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]
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"Advice? You should be providing advice for Zara on how to stay away from STDs, she's already whоring away to Celkym." "Just showing her things." [i]Zara smiled and simply shrugged, while Celkym, even masked and armored, scrounged up as if she wished to vanish.[/i]
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[i]"Ain't nothing wrong with sleepin' with people Liz. I guarantee more people wanna get with her and the machine lady than you, or did ya let your book club run a train on you?" JT sarcastically inquired, chuckling as he looked to her. He gave Celkym a reassuring look as well, knowing she was pretty uncomfortable. [/i]
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"I don't have a book club for that, I can assure you that much." [i]Elizabeth would sigh, blushing a little as Zara would release a short wave of soft laughs. The ice mage would then de-summon the spear in her hands, looking over at JT.[/i] "Not trying to be an ass, but she's either trying to kill you or trying to use you for more money." "The killing thing was one time, jeez.." [i]Zara would tilt her head, leaning against the tree's bark.[/i]
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[i]"I've seen too much shit in my life to care who tries to kill me after we bang. Also, you get a train going without a club? Awesome." JT wouldn't bore the two of them with his extensive story list - The tales he collected were too numerous and he had forgotten many details, plus people weren't exactly huge on hearing some cowboy tell a story of the olden days. He opted instead to make a remark again, and literally print out his phone number from his Tac-Pad, which he crumpled into a ball and jokingly threw to Elizabeth. [/i]
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[i]Elizabeth would simply catch the ball and slowly unwrap it's contents, her fingers weaving throughout it like a spider would weave a web. As she read the contents within, she looked up at JT, nodding only a little as she pocketed the paper.[/i] [i]Either she really was a hardass, or.. she would call him up, whenever she wished.[/i]
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[i]JT snickered then, his joke potentially landing him some luck later on down the road. He looked back to Zara, remembering a point she brought up earlier. "So what the hell is a Mando?" [/i]
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"Mando's short for Mandalorian. Basically, we're a bunch of people that kick ass and chew raw steak while blowing empires up. Seriously though. Mandalorians are from Mandalore, named after a dude named Mandalore. Most of us are in clans, the guys and gals that escape usually become powerful bounty hunter bands. We're a society of warriors, in reality."
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[i]"So Native American mercenaries with plasma guns and looks that can kill? Damn, who do I gotta flirt with to get in," JT jokingly inquired. [/i]
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"Get in what, I wonder? The clans, or where I keep all the treasure?" [i]It could be left to thought of what Zara meant by wherever she "kept her treasures".[/i]
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[i]"Little bit of the first choice, little bit of the second." [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/26/2017 5:15:17 AM"Ah. I see.. we could go get some drinks, chat a little, then we'll see about that treasure room. That seem fair?"
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[i]"Definitely. You know any good spots?" [/i]
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"There's a few places, in this desolate, blown up city. Though I do know a bar on the outskirts."
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[i]"Awesome, lead on then. I'll pay." [/i]
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[i]After a few minutes of Zara attempting to ride Sullivan (eventually allowing JT to assume control, since she was inexperienced as hell with horses), the two traversed downwards throughout Dojoville, past armored Trayvens and the steadily rebuilding city's efforts, underneath Zara's guidance. The two would stop at the entrance of a small bar, Zara holding the door open.[/i] [i]The place mimicked the old cantina scene from Star Wars if it was Dojo-fied, if JT had ever seen the movie. Civilians, bounty hunters, Trayvens, warriors, traders, aliens.. they lined the counters and walls, though Zara was careful to maneuver herself and JT to a booth.[/i] "Last date I had here, the guy asked if I was a Star Wars character. He's sorta why I was kept out for roughly a week.. not threatening you, but it is irritating to be compared to some movie or a fuсking TV show."
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[spoiler]Sullivan's got a robo brain ([i]RoBrain™️[/i]), so he would just go ahead and ride them there without Zara needing to put effort lol[/spoiler] [i]"Yeah I know that feeling. Yer talkin' to a low grade John Wayne, accordin' to most people." [/i]
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"Low-grade John Wayne? It's not "Boba Fett cosplayer", if that makes you feel any better. Nonetheless, anyone with a robo-horse isn't exactly John Wayne, just a badass sci-fi bucko with a sense of style," [i]Zara smiled, as a robot waiter would begin to ask for drinks. Zara seemed to order "Merenzane Gold".[/i] "If you're looking at the Gold too.. I'll pay. Two hundred credits if we both get it."
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[i]"Alright, I'll do it." [/i]
