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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 11:12:54 PM
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"Yeah. But this is the Dojo, people usually get shot on a daily basis. Kind of a disaster area if you want to be safe honestly."
He somewhat inappropriately joked with the cowboy.
"But while I was out on my drunken stupor I had a realization. One, too much alcohol is terrible for you and two. Alcohol won't fix my problems. It won't fix anyone's..."
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[i]"I just like the taste," JT jokingly yet truthfully responded to Sakuret, seeing as his liver was augmented and the only reason for him to drink is for either a confidence boost or the taste of alcohol on his tongue and the burn in his throat. "Though I agree, people don't just spar no more." [/i]
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"No..There are some fücked up individuals out there." He said in a more grim tone, reaching into his coat and bringing out a flask and opening it. "I've been trying to track some down..but they just fly off the radar like [i]that[/i]." Sakuret snapped with he said that, taking a sip from his flask.
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[i]"You don't have the resources to track them?" Asked the cowboy with a surprised tone to his words, as he put his hands in the pockets of his duster. Fiddling around with the left one, he produced a cigar from it and used a silver, box-shaped lighter to ignite the tip before placing the cigar in his lips. [/i]
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Taking a swig of the mysterious, metallic grey flask Sakuret spoke again. "No. If all those others who are after their heads haven't found them, what makes you think a 60-something man who admittedly looks good for his old age could?" The Old man said to JT, deep within his own stark blue eyes laid a man who knew he isn't a great as he was now. Self Loathing and Sadness emitted from Sakuret. "I've been trying to do something [i]decent[/i] for people so I won't be a complete sack of shit when I die...."
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[i]"Dude the only reason I'm relevant around this place is because I own a clinic," admitted the cowboy. IIt was the truest thing he had said on these grounds though, because everyone else was either off killing each other or banging for children and entertainment, and here JT was at his clinic because nobody needed a cowboy to do anything. Nobody wanted one either, it was all either Alyssa the young mage or Remy the Knight that got the attention, and Irina. "My advice would to just start one of your own and hope people have need of you." [/i]
