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12/23/2015 1:52:15 PM
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Hunter: "A very particular set of skills that includes assassinations? God damn, you just get better and better"
JT: "Hunter here is ex military, general with hundreds of medals, and his job was assassin for the most part of his career"
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[i] Despite being seated She offers a more formal bow, in deference to his rank[/i] E " So where am I?"
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JT: "You're on Corra, the place where the FN soldiers are taking the Combat Readiness Assessment Program, or the CRAP" Hunter: "if you mean locally, you're in our makeshift camp" [b]JT walks over with 3 rock plates, all with some bird on them, and he gives one to you, then Hunter, and he sits[/b]
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[i]She frowns a little as if she is trying to put a picture to the name.[/i] E " Thanks,I appreciate it, so how long you here for?
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JT: "Few more days, then we head back to our ship to work"
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[i] She nods[/i] " so if you guys are training here does that mean its uninhabited,pretty much?"
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Hunter: "yeah, aside from a shitload of animals on your ass 24/7" JT: "I'm just glad we found a spot to hide, a spot to stay"
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E " Well if its i I could do with a ride off this rock, when your leaving obviously." [i] She drinks the water but she just seems to move her food around her plate.[/i]
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JT: "we're just new recruits, only way off is to recruit you"
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[i] Her shoulders sag,7 years as a blank in a black ops unit, and here she was having to start again. She nods her head reluctantly. [/i] " Well I can't magic my way off here can I."
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Hunter: "I would if I could" JT: "Hunter, you technically can" Hunter: "I gave that shit up"
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[i]She raises an eyebrow ,but she is hardwired not to ask questions ,just follow orders[/i],[b]no sense in getting to know people you may have to later kill [/b] [i] Alpha's first words to her when she joined the unit still echo in her head.[/i]
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Hunter: "ah, forgot to mention: I'm a former God of Death from a different dimension. I gave it up, and am a regular human now"
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" Suppose everyone has to have a hobby" [i]she replies casually[/i]
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Hunter: "Yeah. Some of the hobbies as a human though are way better"
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[i] She looks completely lost by his remark,so just shrugs.[/i]
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[b]they all eat in silence[/b]
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[i] She manages a couple of mouthfuls but is unable to eat any more she thanks them both. She decides she needs to stretch her legs a little, aware that she is still along way from fighting fit , she doesn't want to put herself at risk and in turn risking them.[/i] " I need to stretch my legs , how far can I move away from camp before it becomes a risk,"
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JT: "As far as you want, should one of us accompany you?" [b]he asks, and Hunter digistructs a black and blue sword and sharpens it with a rock[/b]
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[i] She shakes her head,[/i] " I should be fine if I get into trouble I will fire one shot."
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JT: "ah, that's not allowed. See, you'll have to lose the guns to participate in the crap"
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[i] Sighs , looks at her revolver,[/i] " in which case if i'm in the sht, i'm in the sht." [i] She wanders off, a little shaky to start but her muscles quickly regain their memories.[/i]
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[b]They both stay, but after a minute hunter sneakily follows from the trees, trying to stay unnoticed, with success[/b]
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/23/2015 9:40:27 PM[i] She finds a quiet spot removes he shoulder plates , the rest of her armour retracts, leaving her in her leggings and her hanten,loosely tied around her waist, she rolls her shoulders and flexes her neck , out of habit she runs her thumb across her finger tips. Then for a moment she stands perfectly still. After a few seconds she starts performing a simple haka,testing her reflexes and responses. After a few minutes she starts he same thing using her Wakazashi.[/i]
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[b]He watches from the shadows, perfectly silent and nearly invisible, due to the black cloak and him putti g on an all black helmet with 2 eyeholes [/b]
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[i] as she begins to become more confident the simple routine turns into a graceful dance with an imaginary opponent, every, step, dodge, turn and flourish made with absolute precision,her breathing is more laboured than it should be,she is still feeling the effect of being in stasis.[/i] [b] shit how long was i out for?[/b] [i]This thought spurs her on,her anger fuelling her movements until her sword becomes little more than a blur as she passes it from hand to hand in crosses reverse grips.[/i]
