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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/3/2015 12:55:24 AM
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[b]After 15 years, he spots JT, standing in Times Square, in his duster, top hat on his head, and he has a distinct brown beard, and he is walking the streets, alone, looking happier than he did 15 years back, at the original fatherbase. [/b]
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[i] Lance sees him, but doesn't recognize him, seeing it had been 15 years. He continues to walk, his hand on the hilt of his swords.[/i]
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[b]He walks past him, and he sees the green NWH insignia on his shoulder; an unmistakable symbol, as JT had worn is and put it on his men so long ago, and he eyes your armour set, only being slightly familiar with it, as if it's a distant, vague memory, and you get the scent of whiskey, cigars, and metal from him; JT's signature scent[/b]
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[i] Lance stops, looking in his direction, half smiling.[/i] "JT."
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"I know you?" [b]He asked, raising a cigar to his lips, and he keeps walking, not recognizing you[/b]
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[i] Lance takes the sunglasses off, pulling away the cloth that was wrapped around his three, distinct swords. JT notices a tattoo on his inner forearm, like Lance's but with an extra name. But most of all JT sees those piercing blue eyes of Lance's.[/i]
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"Holy shit, Lance? It's been fifteen years man!" [b]He says, smiling and chuckling[/b]
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[i] Lance nods, putting out his hand.[/i] "Indeed it has."
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[b]He shakes it[/b] "Where the hell you been?"
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[i] Lance takes his hand and puts the cloth over his swords, and the shades back on.[/i] "Around. Virginia, specifically."
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"Interesting. Where you even get that armor?"
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[spoiler] I didn't say he was wearing armor haha.[/spoiler] "If I told you id have to kill you." [i] He half smiles.[/i]
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"I'd say the same if you asked how big the NWH has grown" [b]He says, chuckling. [/b] "and damn, we got big man"
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"150,000, a base in the middle of the ocean along with a secondary one in Texas."
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"And you've obviously been in the intelligence business" [b]He says, in a hushed tone. [/b] "don't shout it out, can't get civvies to hear"
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"I've been around, like I said. What are you doing in New York JT?"
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"Me and the missus taking a trip. Yourself?"
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"Business. What's changed in 15 years? Besides the NWH?"
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"Got married, had kids, replaced every single last part of me with nanites and am controlling myself from the base with my brain wired to a machine, not a whole lot. You?" [spoiler]I think that's how it works, no? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler] I think you're own brain controls than nanobots. Not sure though.[/spoiler] "I have two kids now. Jonathan, and Ashley."
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"How old are they?"
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"Almost 15."
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"Funny, I've 2 kids the same age. Natalie and David"
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"That's good. Maybe I'll meet them sometime. You can come out to the estate in Virginia, meet the kids." [i] You notice Lance has an extra name tattooed on his forearm, "Rachael" under His parents and Lilah's names. He also didn't mention a wife.[/i]
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"Someday. You get a wife?"
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[i] Lance attempts to show no emotion, but his eyes betray him.[/i] "Rachael. She died, in childbirth."
