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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2016 2:12:00 AM
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"A boy by the name of Alister Danet. 15-16, dark brown hair and eyes with skin like mine. He was wearing a discarded Tribal coat with Old-Earth furs for warmth. Carried around a Chinese sword-breaker at his waist for a weapon."
Lucien loosened his stance up as well, noticing the shift in JT. There was mutual ground to be had at least.
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[i]"Any clue where he is?" Asked the cowboy, as a black jeep rolled around the corner and passed by him. When they did manage to drive by him, the armour was miraculously lost from his body to reveal an emerald green jumpsuit, with a strange looking futuristic blaster at his hip and a duster over that, the torso stained by six bullet holes along the body. He wasn't exactly equipped too the full extent arms-wise, but he had all that was needed within his prosthetics. [/i] [spoiler]Black Jeep is just to get JT out of combat gear for posts until I figure out how to get it off, don't mind that. [/spoiler]
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Lucien wasn't taken aback by the man's cybernetic appearance. He had seen more perverse members of the Iconoclast with obsessions with robotic limbs and augmentations. He also knew veteran mercenaries who had been funded by the Icos who had to get limbs amputated and replaced in order to stop an infected wound. "I'm afraid I do not. All I remember is the boy being held hostage by a group of mercenaries. Then I lost control and... Ended up here."
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[i]"Can't believe I'm doing this for one of them -blam!-in' pyro cultists..." Murmured the Cowboy, who truly knew where the blue flames had come from, hell his left arm belonged to the man that the "Cult", AKA the Unborn, prayed to. "I'll help you if you need to, you strange -blam!-er."[/i]
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"No need for harsh words now, desperado. I need only entry through these gates to find the boy, as well as an extra pair of eyes looking for him throughout the Dojo. No more. I would prefer to handle this matter alone." Lucien sighed and exited his strange stance, walking slowly with his hands up as a sign of peace to the cowboy and then lowering one in the offer of a handshake. "You don't even have to help me look. I need only entry."
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[i]"Alright, you can enter. But if you wish to do combat with anybody during your stay, you must be tested by a Lieutenant." JT clasped his silver right hand in the palm of the stranger as the steel inner workings and carbon fiber exterior shifted silently, allowing him to shake and retract the limb. "Standard protocol."[/i]
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"Deal." The man then withdrew and looked at the gates. "I expect we'll be seeing more of each other soon then, Lieutenant?"
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[i]"Doubtful." The cowboy was... Well lets just say a seven nation army couldn't hold him back, but it could make him enter hiding. And so, the cowboy just up and started to walk off from the figure, in the direction he was previously headed. [/i] ((End))
