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4/23/2016 6:48:16 PM
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"JT, it's been a while." [i] The man says under his mask, the tone metallic and hard, like razors on ice. He leans easily back in the booth he was in, eyeing the man in front of him.[/i]
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[i]He sat across from him, carrying an uneasy posture about him. [/i]"I just have one question for you: How the hell did you get on this ship?" [i]He asked. His once friendly demeanor was replaced entirely by that of a cold hearted mercenary, the only emotion conveyed in his voice being that of respect [/i]
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "The same way you did; oh wait, we can't remember. Amnesia is fun, is it not?" [i] Lance says, rolling his eyes under the mask. JT notices that the black, twisted, swirling demonic mask with horns is different from the old one Lance used to have.[/i]
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"Well some people here seem to have come here intentionally, like some of those damned creatures from the Summoner's speech." [i]He calmly replied. He took note of the figure's mask as he spoke, his left eye analyzing it as he stared. And with that, the other two from the table walked over. Diana gave Lance a questionable look, but returned to her regular gaze as she sat beside JT, while the new guy to his team sat to the right of him. [/i]
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"Ah, yes. There just like the ones from Terra, that I remember. Hello Diana, and who's the new guy?" [i] Lance says nodding at him.[/i]
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"Hutch Ryder." [i]The new guy states, trying to collect himself as more a respectable figure. From how he looked and the way he presented himself, he looked to be just another stolen civilian from onboard. But something about him... It showed the guy had potential. [/i] [spoiler]By the way, you'll be dealing with Hutch mostly, as he's the main focus in PoE for me. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ronin's run in with Armageddon crosses your mind[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah, JT just brought it up lol. [/spoiler]
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"Ronin." [i] Lance says to Hutch. JT and Diana were used to Lance's presence, but to Hutch, it was new. His form practically emanated power and authority, like his body was merely a vessel for unrestricted power.[/i]
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[i]Despite this, Hutch had an unwavering courage about him, as if he thought Ronin was a figure that he had seen not much in. Although the man showed a great respect, and kept his mouth relatively shut. Diana simply glared at Lance, the image of a broken woman crossing her face, as if she was fragmented. And amidst this, JT kept his cold gaze to mister May. [/i]"Well Ronin, I'd seen your interaction with Armageddon moments ago."
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"Is that his name? The nicknames of the bad guys get worse and worse it seems."
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"You're telling me. Anyways, you realize that guy is a powerful shapeshifter, yes? He may have just stolen your identity." [i]JT calmly brings up. The databases of the Imperium records he had accessed showed exactly who the man was. [/i]
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"Well now he's got a body that is far better looking then his original." [i] Lance says with a smirk.[/i]
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"That man is seventeen feet tall, I highly doubt your body can be remotely as good." [i]He responds, his serious tone carrying over. [/i]
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[i] Lance shrugs.[/i] "Good for him."
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"Look, all I'm saying is if you need anything, come to me. We may be able to work a deal out."
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"And what exactly could we work out that would benefit me JT?" [i] Lance says, his mask retracting back to show his face. Those icy, cold blue eyes look like they'd seen much more than his younger face showed. A lock of his medium length brown hair fell over his face, yet he made no move to fix it. His gaze shifts from Diana, to Hutch, and back to JT.[/i] http://m.imgur.com/NHsLIWJ.jpg
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"I know you aren't stupid, Lance. You could barely hold your own against a Tin Man, now imagine what a Space Marine could do to you. This guy can easily take one down. Now, you can't fight this son of a bitch on your own, although you can have me, Diana and hutch at your side. There ain't no rest for the wicked, and Armageddon doesn't ever rest up for anything. Sadly, money don't grow on trees. Our services come with a fee."
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"That fight against a Tin Man was 16 years ago. I promise you JT, that much time does a lot to a man." [i] Lance's blue eyes seemingly glow with power.[/i] "And sure, I'll bite, why not. How much?"
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"Ten thousand, seeing as I can't get the Gladius on this ship, and have no NWH support, save for Diana here."
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"Do you want that in an intergalactic bank account or cash?" [i] Lance says with a smirk. JT had no idea how much money was at Lance's disposal, but the number he threw out didn't even make Lance flinch.[/i]
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"Cash. And just so you know, the price is normally much, much higher. Although I figured that I still owed you, so that would pay it off."
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[i] Lance reaches one hand out over the table, but it vanishes up to the elbow. When he pulls back, he seemingly pulls a black briefcase out of the air itself and sets it in front of JT, popping the lid on it and showing stacks of hundred dollar bills.[/i] "20,000; for old times sake."
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"Excellent, thank you mister May. Now chances are you'll find Hutch if you try to contact us, so he'll be your main informant. Do we have a deal?" [i]JT asked before the trio stood, and he extended an arm to Ronin. [/i]
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[i] Lance shook his hand in a firm grip.[/i] "You've got a deal Cowboy." [i] He says with a chuckle.[/i]
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"Alright. We'll contact you if we have more information, and we trust you'll do the same." [i]Diana replied, taki g the briefcase from the table before the trio left, Hutch shooting a brief, awe-filled glance at Ronin aa he walked out of the bar. [/i]
