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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/30/2017 2:38:09 AM
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“Whoever you want me to see.” She says, placing one of her arms around the cowboy’s back.
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[i]"Honestly it's up to you. Lopez is fun, Derek is a hardass, Van is in between." [/i]
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“How about Lopez?” She asked.
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[i]"Lopez, he should be over in th' watchtower by the barracks, off to the west. I'll catch up with y'all in a little bit, just tell him I sent you." JT returned to sitting in the desk, analyzing the maps and a few logs from before he had left. When Shila arrived beyond the barrack pit, she would find Lopez sitting atop a wooden watchtower, staring out at the ocean beyond. He didn't have a scope or anything, rather the bald-headed Spaniard man was literally staring over the horizon, scratching at the goatee on his face. [/i]
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“Are you Lopez? Fun guy?” She asked the Spaniard, looking over to see if she could see what he was looking at.
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[i]"Depends what you think is fun, Amiga." Lopez seemed to be just staring off at the distance at first glance, though really he was staring at the nearest busy road a few miles away. "If you're looking to sleep with someone then I ain't your type, go to JT or Diana. If you're looking to get higher than -blam!-ing Venus, then you're talking to the right guy." [/i]
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“So...you’re the guy with all the stuff? Red sand, weed...that type of stuff? I heard about JT having a daughter that’ll like that...” she says to Lopez, smiling as she stared at the ocean.
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[i]"JT? Hey man, we don't bring his kids up around here, cool? The big guy's pretty sensitive about that." [/i] [spoiler] BTW, that character kicked her habits lol. She's also my main in Dojo ATM. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ah. Gotcha; maybe she should interact with more of my characters. Other than Xiong and Marcus. Maybe Vel. They could get along...[/spoiler] “Oh...sorry. Didn’t know about that.” She says, staring back out. “Still haven’t answered my question; you’re the drug guy?” She asked.
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[spoiler]Perhaps. [/spoiler] [i]"Keep your voice down about that, grîngo!" Lopez said, in a rather hushed tone. He put on a pair of his CVGs and slid down the ladder, before he looked at Shila. "What're you looking to get into?" [/i] [spoiler]CVGs = Basically aviators that really help Lopez see. [/spoiler]
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“What do you have?” She whispered. “Anthony light for me; I can give you some drug from where I come from.”
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[i]"I got a couple of KAP pills, Data Chips, some LO's and weed, ecstasy, and a bit of morphine to ease the edge." [/i]
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“Give me some data chips, and I’ll give you some red sand.” Shila whispers to Lopez, pulling out a vial of something that looked...of course like red sand.
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[i]"Alright." Lopez pulled out the chips and passed them to Shila, before taking the sand. "You'll need a Power Glove to use those, though I think you already know it." [/i]
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“I believe so. Snort that like cocaine; it was made by blue-skinned space women. Imagine come and meth, enhanced and combined.” She says, tucking them into her jean jacket pocket, before giving a couple hundred credits to Lopez.
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[i]Lopez took the credits through his Tac-Pad and returned to his post on the tower. He wasn't one to speak much. [/i]
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“Huh...” She states, walking off and went after Derek next.
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[i]Derek was the guy who was at the airfield where they had parked their ships, and was currently overseeing the training of some soldiers. Airmen mainly, he was having a few slackers run laps while the main group worked on reassembling a Transport-Class LAT. [/i]
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She walked up to Derek. “I’m guessing you’re Derek?” Shila asked him.
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[i]"Yeah. And you are?" Derek scoffed, turning his gaze away from the soldiers and bringing it to Shila. Unlike Lopez from before, Derek had a much more menacing appearance than many of the people inside the base. He did wear the standard cargo pants of the NWH, although he didn't bother with a shirt in the frigid environment of the tundra they were standing in, and he opted to wear a black tactical vest with a patch of the NWH proudly stamped on his jacket. His left arm looked to be cybernetic, though unlike JT he had actually put in the effort to make it match his skin tone and blend in. The right arm had a tattoo of a dragon on the forearm, standing atop a wall of brimstone and raining a gaut of fire down into Derek's wrist, while the entirety of his hand was an ashy grey colour. His head was cut into a buzzed fashion, with a green beret sitting atop his horribly scarred face. At either of his hips rested a Pinn-9 pistol, and his back had a Goblin Burst Rifle waiting on a strap. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 12/3/2017 2:30:03 AM“Shila. JT’s servant, in a way. Friend in another.” She says, looking at the recruits doing their run. “So...I’m guessing you’re kind of like the drill sergeant of this group?” She asked.
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[i]"You could say that. These sorry shits need punishment; I provide. Otherwise, I'm technically just a Captain, but JT runs me into fights like I'm a field commander." [/i]
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“Huh...interesting.” She tells Derek staring at the group. “What’s these guys do?”
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[i]"They were in charge of getting an LAT outfitted for the Jack Rabbit bounty a while ago, although they forgot to stock the gunship with extra ammunition for JT and General Johnson." [/i]
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“So the whole thing backfired, leading to a falter in the mission?” She asked him.
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[i]"What? No, god no. JT and I had to scavenge from the overwatch while Lance and Etana took on the bigger things. A couple of other bounty hunters JT knew came with us, so it wasn't like we were fighting everybody alone. Thank god I'm more of a swordsman, because I would be absolutely -blam!-ed if I had to pick up ammo every time I ran out." [/i]
