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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 4:56:16 AM
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“This place has quite the impressive training zone.”
Came a slightly familiar voice from just stabbing range away from him. Divia was stood there, with her strange multicolored eyes watching his movements carefully, the emaciated husk of another simulated attacker hanging over a nearby railing, and her left palm loosing a reddish-purplish glow.
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[spoiler]Fun Fact; Belltown is like Armadillo from Red Dead Redemption. Completely western, only railings are wooden. [/spoiler] [i]"Yeah, well, ain't usually used for fightin' in practice by everyone. Had a few fun situations 'ere," JT said as he looked towards Divia. The sandstorm was obscuring his vision of her, though it was likely worse for Divia considering his already very brown centric apparel. [/i]
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“That seems wasteful.” She says as she carefully examines him and his surroundings for further threat. “Are you injured? And if so are they real?”
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[i]"No and no. I had the simulation fix me up after that fight, and no I ain't actually hurt. Even if I die here, I'm fine outside." [/i]
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“Acknowledged.” She says with military, mechanical precision, continuing to scan, before leaping up onto a nearby roof and using it to behold more efficiently.
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[i]"D'you mind not acting like this is some sorta Splinter Cell mission, Fisher? 'Cause the sandstorm ain't gonna let anyone see shit." [/i]
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“That is incorrect sir, but as you wish.” She says, completely unaware of the reference. She hops down near him, not her initial stabby close, but more, deflect a knife or take a bullet close.
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[i]"-blam!- you mean incorrect? Forty foot tall waves of black barely let ya see ten feet ahead of ya," JT responded, leaning against a lamppost. [/i] [spoiler]This storm is HELLA thicc[/spoiler]
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“Those ten feet are very important.” Her eyes continue trying to flick around instinctually, but she continues stopping them.
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[i]"You looking for something?" [/i]
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“No. I just can’t see enough.” She says, completely honestly and normally without a hint of edge.
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[i]"Alright, that's reasonable. Wanna head to th' tavern so you can actually see the other people here?" [/i]
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“If you wish.” She says, her voice flat again.
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[i]"Alright come with me," JT said, before strolling over to the bar. He entered and got himself a whiskey from the bar, soon finding a seat near the corner of the room to sit in - He had a feeling she would appreciate the corner much more then the middle. [/i]
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She follows him in, or at least she probably did. He didn’t see or hear her in between him opening the door and her exhaling slightly at his side.
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[i]"Jesus! How the -blam!- do you do that!?" JT asked, before sitting at the table. He thankfully didn't manage to spill the whiskey, because, y'know, synthetic nerves kept him from jerking his arm about too much when startled. [/i]
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“I stay in places people do not behold, so I am not seen.”’ Her eyes continue flicking about, presumably to those same sorts of places to make sure nobody does that to her.
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[i]"Alright you really need to chill for a bit. Go grab a drink, I'll show ya how to relax." [/i]
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She goes and gets water. With ice so it can chill.
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[i]"...Smartass." [/i]
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She takes a brief look at her ass. “Thank you.”
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[spoiler]Oh god I'm suddenly glad I dealt with Qunari in DAO, know exactly how to handle this. [/spoiler] [i]"Do you always take things so literally?" [/i]
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“I take things when they are needed. I interpret things in the most accurate way I can.”
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[i]"Christ help me... Alright, go get three glasses of whiskey. No ice, bring them here." [/i]
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She goes, and she gets them, and sets them on the table. “Should I go and get Christ?”
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[i]"That was an expression." JT pulled one of the glasses to his side, leaving him with two and her with two as well. "Sit down. Care to play a game?" [/i]
