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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/1/2017 12:56:02 PM
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"Fighting, eh. Probably, depends. VR аss sounds fun, dominating the VR and real "tough guys" seems funner though."
[i]That grin grew a little more at the slight jest, though it seemed clear, albeit brief, that Irina hadn't gotten into a dominating position on a male. She didn't seem to be the type to fuсk around, though.[/i]
"No, just came by to chat, though fighting or chatting would be alright too. Life's kinda.. gone into a standstill, for me, I guess. Mion's alright, Panta's okay.. it's almost unusual."
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[i]"Dunno who the -blam!- they are, but I'll take yer word for it." JT didn't know as many people as he would like to, Panta and Mion included. "So shits been boring for you?" [/i]
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"Two little midgets that I take care of - kids. They're not mine, adopted.. but I couldn't be happier. And yeah, life's just.. boring now. Once Panta's off to care for herself, she's gone, then it's Mion. When she's gone.. retirement's my best bet, maybe try chilling our for a time. What about you?"
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[i]"You could say that." JT didn't ask if Irina wanted to follow, rather he started walking down the road and expected she would join. He was like that, at times. Arrogant and such. "I've been crazy -blam!-in' bored. All I ever do these days is fight the occasional couple soldiers and -blam!- with this one chick that calls me master. I've got a ship and billions of credits but nothing to do with 'em, so I just -blam!- everyone in a bar and give away houses after. You may say it's a wild life, though I'm way too used to this shit." [/i]
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"...It's not. Not a wild life. Nor a dream life, unless you're some asshat that prides himself on whоres and new cars. I don't take you for that kind of guy." [i]Irina had decided to walk beside JT, listening to him quietly. He had helped her in the past with some things. She could at least try.[/i] "There's always opportunity out there, beyond the Dojo, beyond this shithole.. something fresh. Something new, perhaps. Though whatever that is, you'll have to get out there and find it. Hell, you could get back to augmentation work, but not for this shitty Dojo. For people that want to make this hole a better place. I don't know - sorry if I sound like one of those inspirational guys that make videos and such.. but I am trying."
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[i]"No worries, you're fine. Good to see someone actually taking the time to discuss this kind of shit with me." For once, JT didn't slur his words by overdoing his accent to high hell. He still did have the tone of the west within his deep voice, but for now he sounded more literate and genuine. Even he didn't quite know why, though he did have a mutual understanding and respect for Irina that let him speak like this. He entered the tavern and went to sit down at a table, the barista behind the counter delivering a whiskey and Irina's preferred drink, whatever it may be. When she left, JT took off his hat and set it on the table, allowing his fairly youthful yet slightly weathered face show regularly. "Listen, my time's passed. I ain't dead, but I also ain't needed in this world. All I gotta do is find me a nice girl and a nice place to settle in life, but I ain't doing it right now. There's somethin' in the Dojo for me, and while I dunno what it is, I'm sticking around to discover it. So for now the whôremongerin' life is the one I, John "Specimen JT-eight nine zero- M", Truman choose to lead." [/i]
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"You go, then, John. You go." [i]At those words, Irina's pale, slightly aging face would break out with a slight, thin grin, as she would take a small drink from what appeared to have been a blood red drink. Though it seemed to have been wine, it would make an onlooker think for a few moments.[/i] "Used to wine, sorry. But if you think there's something here.. someone here, even, then it's worth staying here. Whatever gives you meaning - don't let people hold you back."
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[i]"I'm about ten steps ahead of you on that," JT replied with a grin as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey, which he proceeded to chug at least a quarter of. [/i]
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"Okay, true. I've got a lot of people that "hold me back" or some shit. ...Don't ever make me say that again. That sounded incredibly edgy." [i]Irina would jest, smiling as she would sip from her glass.[/i] "You'll end up happy, though. I hope so, anyway, maybe I'll have to end up in the mix somewhere."
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[i]"Right, I'll be sure t'reserve you a spot at Christmas dinner," JT jokingly said. Knowing him though, it might have been a legitimate offer. [/i]
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"...You know, I've never celebrated this Christmas stuff beforehand. Winter, back in Yharnam, was viewed as more reason to stay inside at night.. we already had enough reasons to hide away like feeble rats, though. The night is long, and beasts run amok.." [i]Irina would smile a little, though it was a sad grin. A reminder of her origins.[/i]
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[i]JT brought his finger up as a way to signify he would be gone for a moment, before he disconnected from the simulation. He reconnected only a few minutes later in that very same location and found himself with a slight smile. "Alright, yer in. Get to my place on December 26th, yer gonna participate in Christmas fûckery." [/i]
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December 26th, alright. Pan'll want to come by, I suppose. Is it a kid friendly party? Don't mean alcohol and swearing." [i]Irina would say, in a somewhat jesting tone as she smiled with a calming grin. And even then, it was a legitimate question for the cowboy.[/i]
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[i]"If yer askin' if I'll have a party of hôôkers and blow, not this time. Bring th' kiddos if you'd like, I'll probably 'ave my little shitspawn swing by if I can." [/i]
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"Shitspаwn? Seriously?" [i]Though Irina would laugh a little, at such a name. She didn't necessarily approve, but who was she to nitpick and poke away at people for their negatives? The last time that she did that was.. an actually pretty funny situation.[/i] "Yeah, I'll see about it. So who are your "shitspаwn", then?"
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[i]"I would literally need a globe of Felghast to keep track. The one I'm referrin' to is Natalie, the -blam!-in' wizard or whatever." [/i]
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"Heh. I'll take care of whichever ones that you'd want me to. Might have to take care of you, too." [i]...whether it a shitty warning, or an actual flirt, Irina still smiled a little as she would drink from the red glass of wine that she kept in the grasp of her fingers. She was looking over a little, almost.. waiting.[/i]
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[i]"Either the blood wizard's heart is thumpin' or I should watch my wording?" JT respectfully yet sarcastically replied. He phrased it as a question rather than a statement, looking to get an indication as to what she had meant. [/i]
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"Little bit of the first, I guess. Just.. came to thought, though. If they ever need a motherly figure, I think I can at least try. And blood wizard? Jeez, if only. Blood demon seems more appropriate - edgy as hell, but appropriate." [i]Irina still smiled, drinking even more. She was far from drunk, as there was no slur, no drunken movements, nothing.[/i]
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although I had them in my twenties. That was... Just under twenty years ago, if m'memory serves me right." As much as JT despised his age, he wasn't a stranger with it. He had ran the tests, he was in his twenties for his people, although for most others he was forty. While he appeared halfway into his twenties, he was in fact much older. "And wizard sounds much more attractive. Ain't tryin' to ruin yer beauty with demonism, c'mon." [/i]
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"Oh, please." [i]Irina was just beginning on her thirties, meanwhile, and that wasn't including the Vileblood shenanigans: she would stay in this state for a while, thanks to the corrupted blood sustaining her being. Not forever.. but a while, she guessed a few more years of physically staying in her thirties before her aging kicked in once more.[/i] "Listen.. since you sorta seem interested, you think that we could hang out later? You know, outside of the VR? I think that we might be onto something."
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[i]"Yeah, you know my number whenever you want to get outta here. Unless you'd prefer to use a napkin like last time?" JT sarcastically asked, grabbing a napkin from a nearby table. "For real though, we can dip out of here now if you want?" [/i]
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"Aha. Yeah, whenever you want to. Anywhere you wanna meet specifically, or..?"
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[i]"Depends. You got any ideas?" [/i]
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"Oh, JT. I've got a few. ...Here. Address to the place is 1708. It's called Camelot, I believe.. I'll be waiting outside. I guess I'll dress.. better, outside of this." [i]Irina patted her coat, sighing a little.[/i] "...Yeah, I got it. We don't have to look like the 1% or anything, but I'd.. like to make you happy. Have some fun, y'know? ...To be quite frank, eating at one of the more expensive places that's still standing doesn't sound too fun, but.. pleasurable. I'll pay, Grant.. lended me some cash."
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[i]"Irina I got enough cash to buy the restaurant using pocket change. Trust me, I'll pay." JT wasn't exaggerating - He was the 1%, and as much as he hated to flaunt his money, he did it from time to time. [/i]
