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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/17/2016 3:56:22 PM
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[i]Once a fighter, always a fighter. Those were the words that rang through JT's mind like a gunshot rings when fired. He stood in the Dojo, every augmentation he had previously finally reactivating, including the Nanocyte Protocol. And with that, he grinned. The cowboy looked like the devil himself when he smiled, his white beard matching the clouds, and the trail of smoke let out by a cigar. The cigar was the only thing poking out of a shadow cast by his brown hat, and was the only visible part of his face, save for his bright blue eyes, shining like stars in the night sky. His duster matched the dirt he entered the Dojo on, tattered with cuts and rips near the bottom, with dirt lining the midsection faintly, barely noticeable by and who didn't look intently at it. His Mossberg was replaced by another shotgun, a triple barrel one at that. The wooden stock was lined with cuts and scratches, matching that of the barrels. At either side, rested a revolver, either of the onyx coloured firearms complimenting each other. One had an angelic white grip, that was oddly unable to be stained by the dirt from his cold, metallic hands. The other, was a wooden grip, with next to no markings on it. He carried an assortment of weapons in his skin-holsters, although he chose to withstand bolstering those publicly. [/i]
[i]And he walked. He walked far and wide inside the Dojo, looking for somebody to fight, somebody to train with, somebody to help him improve his skills. [/i]
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*you see crossbow staring you down, his hood down, exposing a bleached white skull with black short hair*
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[i]The figure stared back at him, the look of unwavering nerve filling his regular eye, while the cybernetic one he bolstered shined brighter. [/i]"Crossbow, I'll guess?"
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*nods* And you? I don't think I've seen you around. [spoiler]new ish character; has never interacted with you.[/spoiler]
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"JT, been here for a bit." [i]The figure says. He seemed to be studying Crossbow's movements, trying to discern if he is a hostile or not. [/i]
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Nice to meet you *relaxes on the wall a bit*
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[i]He had seen the man before him to not be a threat, and so he relaxed himself. [/i]
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so... When had you come here?
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"Few months back, decided to start regularly visiting maybe last month."
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Cool. I haven't been here too long, had beef with Mortar, and decided this is an awesome place to stay. *scowls*
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"What happened with Mortar?"
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He "saved my bony ass" and now thinks I owe him
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Edited by H3ADSH0T DUDE: 4/17/2016 6:02:14 PMCole Anderson takes a quick glance at JT. Though they share a similar appearence, a few differences are shown as well. "So are you a cowboy or are you playing dress up?
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"Straight from Cypak, my planets version of Wild West Texas. So yeah, authentic." [i]The man said in response to the figure before him, having walked over. His right arm was a stony grey colour, showing clear as day that both arms, hell most of his body, was cybernetic. [/i]
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"Fair enough. Most call me an outlaw, a cold blooded killer, an unfeeling bastard. You know what, they're right." His breathing rate is low as his respirator gives it all away. Though you can't see his eyes, he gave out a glare, and a rather hateful one.
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"Well, lad, I'm the exact same way. Was rather, in my youth. Joined the police force after I left home, eventually left that too, in favour of the PMC life." [i]He said coldly to the man. The figure glared at him, although his right eye, a cybernetic one, was busy gathering his face and image. At that moment, his PMC was gathering the name, age, occupation, and birth city of the man before him from intergalactic records. [/i]
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"Hm, seems fair enough. Though I just kill for the sake of it."
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"I did when I was younger. Now I kill only when needed, but I'll do a lot worse to a man."
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"Ha! Other's lives don't matter to me, I kill for satisfaction. "
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"Well, then we certainly differ now don't we?"
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Oh shit its you" *leyla hides shaking in fear hoping that he doesn't see me*
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*leylais sitting on a rock watching you wander around*
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[i]The cowboy shoots him a brief glance, his icy eyes seemingly chilling the air around him, although one looked slightly brighter than the other, as if he had a metallic glow to it, like one eye was organic, while the other was a metal one, a computer, and that theory was complimented by the flow that followed. [/i]
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Edited by VengefulSiren: 4/17/2016 4:34:09 PM*Leyla slowly climbs into the water change her form as she slowly swims towards shore her tail breaks the surfaces as she swims towards where you standing on the shoreline*
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"What up mermaid?" [i]He asked her, flashing a faint, charming smile as he looked over. [/i]
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"Not much just swimming for the moment"
