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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/14/2016 12:54:03 AM
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Out came a young man, quite tall (195 CM) and somewhat handsome man. He had quite a powerful build for his age as his Stark Blue Eyes scanned the Cowboy up and down already trying to find any telltale signs of a weakness and what gear he had on the outside. He had short, blonde and unkempt hair which he raised a hand to do a slicking motion on it. He wore a crimson red trenchcoat which hid whatever weaponry or gadgets he might have had on him with a black sweater underneath, he also had a black scarf on with some threads being loosely pulled out, a sign of it not being treated very well. The man did a small cough before speaking with an American tone of voice.
"JT, right? It's me, Sakuret Ceiko taking good advantage of this...Sims features. I have a rather special request of you, I want to get some uh...Augs you call it? Not just any Aug however, I want it specialized for myself, and honestly I'm a [i]teeny[/i] bit short on cash or whatever the fuсk you take. Is there any way I can get that shit for free?"
English
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"Depends in the aug."
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"Hmm...I was thinking of a Abdominal Machine Gun, y'know for combat. However, I kind of wanted it pimped out with whatever neat toys you're willing to offer." He said, placing his hands in his coat pockets. Waiting on the cyborgs response.
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"Two grand for the aug, five hundred for any additional things."
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"Or, or, or, or, or...I'll fight you for it. We are in a Sim, and it'd make no sense not to. I'll propose this, if I win I get the machine gun for free along with some knickknacks. If you win, I'll piss off for a while until I can actually pay you. How does that sound?"
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"If I win then you owe me, that seems more fair. Good?"
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Sakuret rolled his eyes at that. "Fiiine." He said, it seemed like this version of Sak retained his disrespectful nature of himself. He reached inside of his coat and brandished two Power Claws, their molecular fuсkery power making a hum in the air. "Let's go then, Arnold Schwarzenegger." Sak said, referencing his Cyborg parts. Though he didn't know all of his Augs and whatnot.
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[i]JT just grabbed his .700 Nitro from his bsck, looking down the top of three barrels with an evil grin upon his face. No words were uttered by the cowboy. [/i]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 11/14/2016 2:17:30 PM"That's a neat shotgun y'know. Boy would I suck a-nevermind." He said, as two spherical bulges quickly rolled down his pants and out of them. Landing with a metallic ping they were revealed to be silver spheres pulsing with [i]something[/i] on the ground they started to emit a sound similar to a clock. Grenades, but not just any Grenades, EMPs. What he had done earlier by shoving his hands into his pockets was access his EMP grenades, arming them and placing them on his waistband of his somewhat loose pants. By grabbing his Plasma claws enabled the EMPs to crawl down his pants due to the coat not hugging them anymore to his waist. However, he had used both of his EMPs in the process of doing that. Sakuret quickly ran over and did a thrust with both of his power claws towards the Cyborgs chest, the EMPs detonated and shut off whatever non-emp resistant electronics in their general area.
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[i]The only things disoriented by the EMP was his TagSight, HuD and a variety of other neurological enhancing augmentations, seeing as the important things like his arm blades and muscle fibres were all connected directly to the nervous system and in turn still active. As Sakuret neared, JT simply pressed the second trigger of his shotgun and all three bullets were fired. .700 Nitro rounds with uranium tips, enough power to breach armour and flesh, times three. [/i]
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Sakuret was basically dead. Seeing how he got assblasted by huge ass rounds.
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[i]"Look pal, I'll give you your augs."[/i]
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"No...I lost. I have to stick up to my end of the deal...our verbal contract we made. Besides, now that I think about it. An abdominal machine gun sounds impractical and stupid."
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[i]"Alright."[/i]
