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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/12/2017 10:41:10 PM
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[i]JT would have agreed fully at that sentiment, if he had known; Memories shape you, they provide insight and clarity on you, and they are something to learn from. In the end, you are always alone with your actions, and JT may regret a great many things in his life, but he would never hope to forget them.
"Right. I'm gonna guess yer a red wine girl? Pretty lasses like yerself usually are." [/i]
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"Practically grew up on the stuff.. other things are alright, but I'm used to wines more than any other drink." [i]Irina would smile a little, as her eyes would flicker over at JT. There was something within them - not necessarily a drunken haze, but something sparked a little.[/i] "What about you? Figured you'd be the whiskey type."
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[i]"Ring-a-ding-ding. Tried a lot of other stuff, but whiskey's got a certain burn to it." [/i]
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"I should try it, sometime. You think that we could.. y'know, order a few glasses of it? Guess it'll be my first time, but.."
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[i]"Glasses? Order a few bottles, takes me a lot to feel a buzz." [/i]
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"Ha, sure." [i]Irina laughed a little, as soon enough, some whiskey bottles would be brought to their table, roughly four in general. The waitress seemed puzzled by two people attempting to handle so much alcohol.[/i] "-Alright. Lady's first to drink, I assume?"
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[i]"Aye. Normally I'd chug one, but I gotta see your face with these." [/i]
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"Fine, fine." [i]Irina would laugh a little, pouring out a glass of the stuff before then taking a drink. Her face would scrounge up a little, as she looked over at JT as if he was crazy.[/i] "...Christ, this is.. something."
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[i]"Yeah, takes a little to get used to it." And with that said, JT took a bottle and drank at least a quarter of it. [/i]
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"Fuсking hell.." [i]Irina muttered underneath her breath in astonishment, though she had brief knowledge that JT was capable of holding his own when drinking. Some knowledge of it, anyhow.[/i] "You can handle a lot. Probably able to handle me, too, though I guess I get a little wild." [i]Suggestive jokes best jokes.[/i]
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[i]"The wilder the better, ain't that right?" JT took another swig from the bottle in his hand. His tolerance sure as hell wasn't genetic - naturally he couldn't drink much - but rather it was all handled by his synthetic body, and it's version of a liver. [/i]
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"Damn right, handsome.. should be pretty fun. Quick question, though - no, I'm not trying to kill you - how many parts of you are.. biotic? Blood flowing and such? Specific, if there are any. I do have an.. idea." [i]Irina smiled, in a rather devilish manner.[/i] [i]She was mostly asking because I don't know how much of JT is metal, though I think you've mentioned that he has nanite blood, so rip.[/i]
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[i]"My brain. That's it." JT spoke with a tone of deep pride, although it masked anger. He never wanted to get more biotics than his arm, but shit happened in his life, and so he ended up mostly machine. "I spit out the bone a while ago." [/i]
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"Sure?" [i]JT would feel a.. throbbing feeling, one that he may have been familiar with in a few situations. Irina, meanwhile, giggled a little.[/i] "...I've [i]really[/i] wanted to try that out on a guy.."
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[i]"You could've just asked me t' stand up," JT jokingly said, feeling something growing within (or rather, withon) his body. "Would've been able to see it." [/i]
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"Please, all of the other ladies and gents would be jealous. Though that's the point already, isn't it?" [i]Irina smiled yet, shaking her head.[/i] "Roughly one of the few times that I've used abilities for something other than combat. Weird."
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[i]"What else do you use it for?"[/i]
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"In the past, used the stuff for repairing wounds: either through literal scabs of frozen, solidified blood, or stitching it together using little blood tendrils - literal needles, I suppose. Constructs from blood bending work magnificently too.. but that's only in more gruesome situations. Did stuff like that when fighting dragons."
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[i]"I don't know if that's hot or just badass, so I'll double down and say both." [/i]
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"Aww, thanks. Picked up some fire abilities too, so.. we could try out a few things in our free time, I suppose."
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[i]"Whenever you wanna do something, I'm probably free. Ain't got much to do most days, aside from throw confetti grenades at kids on my lawn." [/i]
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"Well.. tonight's always a great time. The night is still young, just have to finish this couple meal.." [i]As if on cue, the waiter would return with their meals upon shining silver platers, the glare of dim lights glimmering off of their platers.[/i]
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[i]This was a point of conflicting interests for JT - He wasn't raised around high class meals, yet he didn't want to appear as a slob in front of others. So for the meal he would eat slowly yet efficiently, and rather awkwardly in terms of his hands. [/i]
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[i]In contrast, Irina was used to high-quality meals, thanks to being raised as a spoiled, richer child in the grim city of Yharnam. She seemed to eat rather simply, yet descending into silence as well.[/i]
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[i] For the duration of the meal, JT would silently eat. He valued silence, although that was mainly due to him having gotten used to it on the frontiers. [/i]
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[i]Whenever Irina finished her meal, she would set down her fork and knife, simply waiting on JT to finish his own dinner. Nothing wrong with silence - she'd be bothering his meal with attempts at conversing. In her experiences with others, at least - she would be, anyway.[/i]
