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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 4:44:35 AM
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[i]"Firstly, why do people always gotta come from behind? Is my ass that nice?" JT jokingly said to her, before turning to face the woman. The sandstorm obstructed some minor detailing, although he knew quite who it was.
"I'm pretty good, same as a few hours ago on th' ship. You?" [/i]
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“......Maybe.” Was her response, chuckling. “Still not forgetting you using my saber as a breathing weapon. Pretty funny, I’d admit. Especially when those men ended up being scared of you like some kind of evil monster. But otherwise, I’m fine.” She says, walking through the sandstorm toward the Marshal.
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[i]"Yeah. Ain't everyday I get to roast someone, literally and figuratively." Perhaps JT shouldn't be laughing at literal gruesome murders and atrocities committed by him, but eh, life goes on. For him. [/i]
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“Yeah; I mean, what’s next; you’re gonna grab a pistol, ram it up someone’s mouth, and empty the entire clip on it, before placing something like a Molotov in there and lighting it, then shooting it with your pistol?” Shila had replied, laughing up a storm. Of course, the entire thing was meant as a joke....
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[i]"...Dude, that got dark. I was thinking like, fight sèx or something stupid like that." [/i]
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“Well, I did come from a planet where civila war is often an option, so...” her reply was, smiling. “Let’s get back on a lighter subject.”
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[i]"Right... What've you been up to since this morning?" [/i]
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“Well, sharpened my sword a bit, bought a few things of the extranet including food and some other types of beers...y’know, that type of stuff.” Shila responded. “Shadow Broker gave us a few million to start off of.”
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[i]"We should probably repay her. I've got some... Spending cash, we could use." [/i]
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“...On What?” She asked, clearly curious about JT’s plan.
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[i]"I dunno. I don't suppose she could use a hat for the crown of dîcks on her head? Maybe we could go pay 'er a visit in person and treat her to a day out?" [/i]
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Shila shrugged. “Really not too sure how we can repay her if she was the Shadow Broker.”
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[i]"Same... Well let's start by spoilin' you on a day out, sound fair?" [/i]
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Her smile got wider, hugging the cowboy. “Fine by me...Master.” She told the cowboy.
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[i]"Right, still never gonna get used to that master thing. Now what do you say we hop outta this VR?" [/i]
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“Yeah...maybe have a drink or something.” She replies, smiling as she puts her sword away.
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[i]"Alright. I'll meet you out of the sim?" [/i]
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“Yeah; some Asari chick; helped find your friend; she says hi.” Shila told JT, running out of the sim toward the ship.
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[i]JT disconnected from the simulation and removed the headset, before following Shila to the ship. "H'what?" [/i]
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“I don’t know; mentioned helping some girl you knew named Aveline out with something. A murder, I think.” Shila told the cowboy, standing near the door out.
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[i]"Oh yeah, her. What's she need?" JT asked, entering the ship. [/i]
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“Nothing much, really.” She replies.
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[i]"Why'd she contact us then?" [/i]
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“Just wanted to say hi.” She replied, shrugging. The sound of JT’s ship hummed in the background outside.
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[i]"Oh. Well, good to hear she's at least keepin' us in memory," JT said as he went to the cockpit, sitting in a second seat. [/i]
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Shila say in the primary seat, smiling toward JT. “Anywhere you want to go? Heard that the Black Market’s selling stuff for the tourney.” She tells JT.
