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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/6/2017 2:02:45 AM
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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]
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"[i]We're[/i] the best, compared to anyone here. Can't forget you," [i]Irina merely grinned, as she would lead her partner into Camelot's darkened interior: lights flashed throughout the place, yet it was purposefully dimmed, as Irina would take to a booth on the side. She didn't have too big of a preference, but.. it provided a semi-alright view of the functional lake beside the place.[/i] "Guess this works fine, for a spot?"
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[i]"Absolutely," JT said as he took a seat, across the table from where Irina would be, of course. [/i]
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"Good.. great, actually." [i]As drinks would be served to the two, Irina would sigh, almost in a relieved manner. She seemed to want this to work out, it seemed.[/i] "So, about your kiddo, Nat.. just came to thought, but should I bring another midget along? Arianna, I mean. Сoсky little shit, and I'm decently sure that she's whоring off to some kid named Bedlam. I think you two met in Amoridia.." [i]Irina definitely tried to avoid the topic of their bad confrontation, though the look on her face suggested that she believed in failure, at that effort.[/i] "Not trying to bring over the whole damn family. That would be.. roughly a thousand clones, thanks to a certain alien. Don't get any ideas, either, they're all still midgets - except for Sam, Ari, and Adri. Jesus, I need some new name ideas."
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[i]"Sam? Pretty sure I know 'er girlfriend, I can get her over t'occupy her for a bit too." JT was referring to Carmine, Spymaster of Ahaven. He knew that Jerven and Francis could keep the city running well enough for a day while Carmine was out. "And if I brought Nat, trust me, th' one -blam!-ing Bedlam would have someone on the side for that night. Lass is a -blam!-in' whôre." [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 12/8/2017 12:31:19 PM"Mm. I could try to work with her. Don't give me that "[i]she's devoid of all hope[/i]" shit. Seriously.. as long as she isn't сutting herself to death for shits 'n giggles, I can at least chat with her. Get her to quit throwing herself around, from bed-to-bed." [i]Irina had a genuinely serious attitude, yet a seemingly caring one as well. This was her more.. motherly side, supposedly, kicking into gear. She didn't know if JT gave a shit about Nat - though when the STDs started rolling him, he may have.[/i]
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[i]"Thank ya Irina, though she's beyond anyone's control right 'bout now." JT reached into his pocket and grabbed a tiny USB stick from his jacket, which he had inserted into the Tac-Pad in his arm. The screen fizzed to life slowly and after a few button taps, it started to slowly display a light blue hologram on the table. Documents, facing Irina. "I ain't exactly human, so by extension Nat's only half human. Biologically m' people 'ave an increased séx drive up until they're about forty years old - The -blam!-er that made me decided he wanted t' spread his creation through the world. Master Race and all that shit." [/i]
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"Damn.. it wouldn't hurt to try, though. I hope." [i]Irina would peer throughout the documents for only a bit, though she would return her gaze to JT soon enough: while she was attempting to learn more scientific and genetic terms and such, mostly so that she could use her capabilities for actually supportive things if the time came.. which was exceedingly difficult to employ yet, she was at least trying.[/i] "Still, I'd like to meet her. I think you'd trust me enough to not land beside her, in bed. I'd hope, anyway."
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[i]"Honestly I don't give a shit who she sleeps with, just the frequency of it. Biologically I should expect it of 'er, I was worse at her age, though she just does it so damn much." JT was starting to get rather... Uncomfortable. Talking about his daughter and her séx life was just an unappealing topic for him, in all honesty. "Anyways, what're yer kids like? And I'll bring Nat." [/i]
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"Mm. Ari's basically Nat, except I'd expect Arianna to be on the more hostile end. Plus she's.. already worse than me, on that topic. I never got into romance and shit until roughly a year ago. Panta's real happy and shy. Teenage girl, fifteen, acts like a five-year old. Arianna found her and took care of her for a few nights, I took her in then. Mion's.. unique, I guess. Twelve, but she acts like a fuсking scientist. Still a great, quiet little kiddo, but she's already a bit of a realist. All girls.. and Ari's a clone. One of the few thousand that the pink alien has, because God forbid that this place ever sees the last of me." [i]The last line was eerily sarcastic, as if Irina found her presence on Tatakai a pretty bad thing, and many would agree: she was a murderer, an enemy of the Dojo turned ally, and another constant reminder that the Dojo had taken in yet another monster behind it's walls, at least before she took out to a remote place nearby Dojoville.[/i] [i]Soon, drinks would be served, alongside menus. JT would notice a few "couple options" - meals for two, with a significant discount available.[/i]
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[i]JT was never a stingy person who went for discounts - When money is no issue, you tend to go for the most expensive things in life. At least, if you're the cowboy. "Any ideas on what ya would like?" [/i]
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"...The couple things sound okay. Steak and such, always ran with a more carnivorous diet. If we're.. y'know, couple material."
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[i] I'd say we are, yeah?" [/i]
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"Hey, just checking sweetie." [i]Irina smiled a little, as the waiter would then leave to depart the order upon the chefs in the kitchen.[/i] "So.. what is Christmas, anyway?"
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[i]"You want a religious version or a normal version? Because one is about a baby, and the other is an excuse to feel like shit with a glass of eggnog while yer drunk aunt Karen is gettin' hammered on red wine." [/i]
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"I don't have an aunt named Karen." [i]Irina would jest, in an obvious, exaggerated tone.[/i] "Though.. I guess the second version works out. Religion's not exactly been a big part of my life, though I wouldn't say that it's too late to at least bother with it."
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[i]"Yeah, you got yer whole life ahead of ya to pick a god, if ya choose to." [/i]
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"Mm. So this Christmas shit - give me the basic gist of it. It's a holiday, right?"
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[i]"Yeah, biggest of the year in most places. Back home on Felghast, the typical Christmas had someone throwing a small party - Not the kind where y'get hammered and find someone [b]to[/b] hammer, more like where y'go and hang around. You give gifts, and if it's the 26th, everyone opens 'em. Different traditions do it differently but usually you'd end the night with a nice meal for everybody." [/i]
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"Getting hammered in two different ways, huh.. I'm too much of an introvert, the first has always been with another person or just myself when the kids aren't home. But the second.. I think I could find a special someone for that. But.. I like the sound of it. It sounds like a time of the year where you can just settle down, look back at the past year, and.. be happy." [i]At the thought of it, Irina would then smile, just a little. Before then taking quite a gulp from her wine, nodding a little yet.[/i]
