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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/8/2016 4:26:40 AM
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((Right name, wrong character.))
JT the Cowboy turned around as the man tapped his shoulder, and a frown crossed his face.
"No."
English
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[spoiler]Damnit.[/spoiler] Ah, must have had you mixed up with someone else. The name's Garin, by the way. [b]He offered a handshake to JT.[/b]
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[i]JT shook Garin's hand with his right arm as the flesh of Garin's hand collided with the carbon fiber and synthetic skin of JT's augmented prosthetic, before he retracted it and moved his arm back by his side. "Well Garin, I take it ya need somethin'?"[/i]
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Uh, sort of. [b]He pulls a slip of paper out of his coat pocket, and hands it to you. It appears to be a bill, signed by a "Korsik".[/b] I owe a guy a [i]lot[/i] of money. I was wondering if you could help me with this.
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[i]"What'd you do?" The Marshal's words were laced with an underlying tone of curiosity that flowed with his already prevalent sound of harshness, as he had known from firsthand experience that owing money to any man was a bad idea, and damn did the cowboy have firsthand experience with it. He has no more need for money at the moment of course, but once upon a time when he didn't have all he needed, there was one hell of a demand for credits hungering in him, lingering within his mind. [/i]
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I lost a bet. [b]He chuckles.[/b] I had to kill a crime boss without getting caught, both by the criminals and the police. I bet him around 50,000 credits. [b]He sighs and shakes his head.[/b] [spoiler]Also part of his backstory in Gydaton.[/spoiler]
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[i]"So let me guess; You need a hired gun to help you?"[/i]
