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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/3/2017 8:02:03 AM
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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]
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"Bah.. alright, if you say so. Six o'clock sounds good. I'll see you soon, cowboy." [i]Irina would playfully wink, before she would then disconnect from the simulation.[/i] [spoiler]Should Irina go ahead and be waiting there, or you want JT to be waiting at the place?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You mind having Irina wait there? Gives you the chance to set the scene lol. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Gotcha.[/spoiler] [i]And so, Irina found herself waiting, outside of Camelot amongst the thin crowds of others whom decided on the night to relax and еаt out. She had taken to a simpler, classic outfit: a dull crimson dress, kept tight to her body and succeeding in showing off her feminine curvature, yet nothing too much. She had kept her hair back in a ponytail, bonded by a silver band, as she waited for JT's arrival, leaning against the building and surveying her surroundings.[/i]
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[i]JT used to prefer to keep his head down in public, though recently he had developed a certain attitude about him. One of power and flair, which he found himself approaching the Camelot with. The Marshal took strides down the street after exiting his black Charger, the dark brown suit fitting him excellently and keeping him looking classy yet casual. The open jacket and black shirt beneath aided that appearance, with the top button undone and his typical cowboy hat gone. Replacing it was nothing, rather unusual for JT, especially since his beard was actually shaved down to be respectable and his hair was combed back. He didn't look to be some washed up old cowboy, no, now he looked like something different. Something radiating an aura of confidence. And with that in mind, he would approach Irina with a grin. [/i]
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[i]A brief, enticing whistle would leave Irina's light pink lips, as she would push herself off of the wall, proceeding towards JT as well. She would smile at the approaching cowboy, offering to take his hand as he drew closer and closer.[/i] "I think things are already looking up.. you look great, I guess I look okay since you haven't run away just yet, and there isn't much of a crowd here." [i]Irina would smirk, a little.[/i]
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[i]"Y'look better than okay, and th' best compared to anyone else 'ere." JT was far too used to nights of combat and drunken hazes in bars. Tonight, however, he knew was quite different. A night in which social graces were his sword, shield and coat of arms adorning it. He briefly thought about the woman who taught him (and the brother that recommended her) back home all those years ago, but in nothing more than a friendly reminder of the people who had helped him. "So, you ready?" [/i]
