originally posted in:The New Dojo
By the time the cowboy had finished taking care of those four thugs, the other two had long disintegrated; all that was left of them was their clothes, left entirely undamaged yet covered in ashes. It was like their bodies were burnt away with no regards to their clothing. Small blue sparks of sapphire colored flames could be seen in the remaining ash; flames that only damaged organic material.
Finally, the man clapped his hands together, shaking away the ash that covered his arms, both organic and cybernetic. As he turned to gaze at the cowboy, JT might’ve felt like he recognized the man; after all, they’d met before, the man under the alias of Dean.
“Thanks for helping clean up,” The man said with sincerity, then paused. “Wait, you speak English, yeah?” At this point, he could never be sure; he’d run into so many different foreign languages that he’d lost track.
English
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[i]"Well I sure as shit don't speak Taco or General Tao Chicken," JT said in a sarcastic tone, looking over to the man. He never forgot a face - His augmented memory never let him. The blades found their way into his sheaths and he relaxed. [/i]
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“Wait, you don’t? Could’ve sworn there was a cowboy around here that spoke Kung Pao chicken,” Vance replied in an equally sarcastic tone. Despite having loosened up after their opponents were... dispatched, brutally so, there was still some smoke and blue sparks coming off his body. It only added to the fiery persona of the pyromaniac. “Oh, yeah. You were the guy that hooked me up with this arm, a few months back–burned up some nests? Ring a bell?”