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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 4:13:44 AM
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[i]"Never know with y'all ninja -blam!-ers," JT said as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet, sitting on the edge of the bed. [/i]
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“Assassin, not ninja. I use guns instead of shuriken.” She says calmly.
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[i]"You know what I mean, sneaky one." [/i]
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“Of course cowboy.”
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[i]"So, any idea who wants us dead in virtual reality?" [/i]
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“It is most likely a segment of the program acting according to its programming. Anyone who actually wanted to kill you would do so where death matters.
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[i]"Right, well, hopefully nobody tries t'kill me in here," JT said, sipping his drink. [/i]
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“However, we should this hypothesis. Computer, exit.” She states. [spoiler]Assuming this works like the holodeck[/spoiler]
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[i]The program of the computer shifts into nothingness, a terminal popping up in the corner as JT fell to the cold black floor. "Well shit, there goes my bed and drink." [/i]
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“Computer, resume program.” The program returns. “Alright, then it’s an in-program thing.”
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[i]JT was now lying back on his bed, the drink in his hand. "Right. What now? Because I'm outta ideas, unless you wanna get drunk as hell." [/i]
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“Find whosever wants you dead, and kill them first?”
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[i]"Bandit leader then, easy." [/i]
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“Right. I’ll deal with him,”
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[i]"If it's a chick then to leave it to me, damn it. Cool?" [/i]
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“Why?” She asks curiously
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[i]"You're joking, yeah? I'm a cowboy. Cowboys are not only good fighters, but stereotypically th' vaquero types are massive fûckin' flirts." [/i]
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“Then if it is a woman I will definitely kill her before you get anywhere near her.”
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[i]"Why?" [/i]
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“Because you will be distracted and more likely to become injured because of it.” She says a bit more flatly than usual.
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[i]"Divia I'm made of metal. Even if I die 'ere, I'll literally respawn up the road." [/i]
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“It’s the principle of the thing. I’d be a pretty shit weapon if I let my boss get killed.”
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[i]"Dude y'ain't my employee. I pay you because I literally got nothing better to spend my money on." [/i]
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There’s a twitch in her eye, a spark of anger, and she’s gone, along with your drink.
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[i]"Divia?" JT asked, not knowing where she's gone to. He looked about for a bit. [/i]
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“I won’t be some useless charity piece.” Her voice grumbles, bouncing around from one side to the other. Ventriloquism. The sound of something being drunk comes from above though.
