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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/7/2016 1:09:20 AM
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[u]"Oh. Hey there."[/u]
[i]It was certainly a nicer, more comfortable thing to hear, someone openly saying "Not here to blow your brains out" to Irina. Of course, she feared death at the hands of a residing member still - but she didn't fear that from JT, although she was still bothered by the emotionless attitude he had.[/i]
[u]"What's up? Want some coffee, hot chocolate...water?"[/u]
[i]Irina would've attempted to at least try and cheer JT up in the slightest - she personally didn't know why, she just wanted to. It was so weird, seeing someone she had heard about looking dampen and worn out.[/i]
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[i]"No thanks, though I appreciate the offer." JT was speaking blandly because he was unsure as to whether or not Irina would lash out and try to kill him in some strange form of self defence, although her offer made him assured that she was on a more peaceful side of things for the day, so a bit of friendliness came to his otherwise somber tone. "So Vileblood, what brings you to this here shop?" [/i]
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[u]"Mm. Fine by me.[/u] [u]As for me, well...I'm surprised the mob of villagers with pitchforks and rifles haven't showed up to "burn the Vileblood" or something like that. Thought I'd get out of the Dojo for a cup of nice hot chocolate in the middle of winter. I'm also thinking about some Christmas decorations 'n stuff, for me and Athena's apartment...nothing too expensive, I've...yet to get a job. Since Y'know, mass murderer and all."[/u] [i]That practically summarized Irina's entire day, to be completely honest. Evasion of (reasonably) murderous civilians, planning for the holidays, and even thoughts about an actual job for once. All she was good at was killing, really...so she thought mercenary work would be fine, although she would probably make Athena fearful and would've been hated for past occurrences.[/i] [u]"Anything up in cowboy land? Augs, I guess?"[/u]
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[i]"Firstly, I lived in New York you dick. Secondly, not all that much. Got a girl, aug shop stocks have went up, it's all going pretty well on my end." JT joked when he called her a dick, though he did live in New York for the better part of his life. Well, Cedyetica, but he calls it New York because Cedyetica confuses the -blam!- out of people. As for the girl he was referring to Charlotte, and in terms of the stocks, he was making a fortune on bullish stock markets. "And who's this Athena?" JT curiously asked, his voice a cooing tone to resemble that of a sixth grader talking about girls to his friends. In a friendly and jesting manner of course, truly he was more mature than he presented himself. [/i]
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[i]Irina chuckled quietly at the "insult", as she obviously found amusement in the joke. Mostly because she was extremely vulgar herself, and also because she was sarcastic as all hell.[/i] [u]"Athena? She's my...well, I guess the proper term would be girlfriend. I know, I know; the fúcking psychopath that murdered and pillaged Dojoville also had a girl waiting for her to get home after senseless murder sprees. And no, I'm not proud of what I did."[/u] [i]The basic summary of how Athena and Irina met involved several beers, two pens, the two communicating through a Post-It note because Athena was cool, and Irina was mute, and eventually leading back to Athena's apartment, where shit went down.[/i]
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[i]"Kid you aren't even that bad of a murderous psycho bitch, certainly ain't a complete edgy dick like the last one I met." JT had been to the stars way too many times. He overthrew governments, assassinated high profile targets, did questionable women and drugs, and through all that, he seen Irina as a chill and decent psychopath that he would probably share a beer with. "Though that's good to hear, Athena from the Dojo at all?" [/i]
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[u]"Pretty sure, though I personally don't know. I've seen here in the Dojo before, if that's what you mean. If you mean she's from this place, I personally doubt it.[/u] [u]And another edgelord dick? Oh my. Tell me about about 'em. Actually, let me guess; skeleton wearing a bunch of Steampunk shit with evil flesh powers."[/u] [i]Irina had randomly guessed about the so-called edgelord, although I may or may not have just called out Mulligan there with the skeleton thing.[/i] [i]To be completely honest, Irina didn't like having another edgelord around, as A - Even though she classified herself as one as a joke, she -blam!-ing hated edgy people, and B - Edgelords were known for absolute bullshit, that was something both the writer and Irina knew.[/i]
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[i]"Dude named Lucien, bioluminescent type of dude, drained a city of people for their life in a VR. Hell I crashed a ship on him and all he did was give me some hella bad flashbacks in return." [/i]
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[u]"...Lucien..."[/u] [i]Irina closed her crystal clear blue eyes and sighed deeply, her head leaning back in her chair. The very mention of Lucien, it changed her attitude in almost an instant. First she was relaxed and talkative. Then...she had gone an almost depressing silent. Lucien had done something to the Vileblood as well.[/i]
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[i]"Let me guess - Lucien -blam!-ed you up too?" Lucien did more than just mentally scar the Marshal, he did some lasting emotional damage, and hot damn were the wounds still fresh in his mind. That's why he's usually shy and reclusive today. [/i] [spoiler]Right so retcon that shit JT said about Charlotte earlier, apparently they ain't together according to Cth. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]RIP.[/spoiler] [u]"...You could say that."[/u] [i]Irina hadn't been in the mood to fight Lucien, was stabbed, and witnessed things that while she was able to keep it hidden, screwed with her emotions. Especially the apparition of the Executioner, Daniel.[/i] [u]"Why would he target you, though? I knew I'd get targeted, I'm a terrible person. You, I mean...you've got an actual job and a living, and I don't see you too much as a psycho."[/u]
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[i]"We were training in a VR, friendly spar. The mother-blam!-er..." JT said, his fists clenched beneath the table as his voice choked up slightly and a mix of anger and sadness crossed his synthetic skinned face in a scowl. "Mother-blam!-er brought my family into the fight. Dead wife and two of my living kids." [/i]
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[u]"...He brought up the murders. The Executioners. Daniel."[/u] [i]The three things that shaped Irina into the terrible monster Irina was today;[/i] [i]The murders, which made her hated and infamous, as she slaughtered senselessly for an immortal queen who had promised her a life of benefit. The Executioners, who Irina took arms against, and murdered and killed while having the fear of the same happening to her.[/i] [i]And Daniel...enough said there. [/i]
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[i]"I got no clue about no dudes named Daniel or what in san hell an Executioner is, aside from I believe Smough, but hot damn do murders get you far with the pussies around this place." JT didn't know exactly how many people Irina killed so he assumed it was two, maybe three people. He himself had killed hundreds in some black-ink-coated operations with his former unit, but if there's one thing he knew, it's that people nowadays were soft. [/i]
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Edited by Orn: 12/10/2016 12:42:46 AM[u]"Sixty-seven in total, sixty-five residing in Dojoville, the two others being members or allies of the Dojo. A New Californian Republic Ranger named Isaac, and a Republic Clone General or something named Bliss. Attempted murders on Royal, Quincy, Sapphire...the list continues."[/u] [i]That was practically every single crime that Irina had committed while she was on the planet of Tatakai, and it got her in a shit-ton of trouble. Yes, she had murdered several others back at Yharnam (most being supporters of the Healing Church and the Executioners), so she had much more blood on her hands.[/i] [i]Personally: I don't count Isaac as one of her kills. He was my character that I intended to kill off.[/i]
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[i]"Kid you shot Isaac?" JT asked, a frown upon his handsome yet rugged face, which looked the age of twenty years old exact which was strange for a forty year man, and yes there is science for it. "S'pose he had it coming, Legion and Wilson and all that shit." [/i]
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[u]"Yeah. I'm not exactly proud of it, either."[/u] [i]Irina was actually quite angry at herself for the murders - since people got mega-triggered over shit like that, it had gotten her into a place of infamy in the Dojo, while many, many others had done just as worse things. She thought it was because it was so close to the Dojo that she got so much shit for it - she really didn't understand herself.[/i]
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[i]"Not proud? Kid, back in my day, your kill count was a sign of respect." JT was joking to lighten the mood and bring about an aura of lightheartedness to the conversation that had turned quite dark. In truth he knew of many ways for Irina to redeem herself, but seeing as the Marshal was some wise yet crazy old bat to a few people he was close with, he was content with not offering assistance where it wasn't needed. So with a chuckle following shortly afterwards, he spoke up once more. "Seriously though. I know guys who've come back from worse positions in life than you have, just gotta do something heroic and you're set." [/i]
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[u]"Something heroic, you say? Well - I did join the Deity's so called private military, least that's what it sounds like. Something about making the planet of Tatakai a better place and such. Perhaps I'll do something in there...don't really know." [/u] [i]Irina had been invited into a group that, from what she knew, only consisted of Zane's son Rorek and the Deity himself, who brought her in. She was surprised that she, of all people, was invited into the damn thing. Usually people attempted to avoid mass murderers, not include them in a force dedicated to the protection of the planet.[/i]
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[i]"Lucky bastard," JT jested, though past the chuckle he did carry a tone of jealousy in his speech. He still wasn't exactly needed for anything and his social life wasn't godly, so he literally just sat around waiting for customers, all of which had stopped coming and in turn moved on to other aug suppliers. No matter how hard he tried, nobody needed nor wanted his assistance, it was sad. "Yeah, a private army is probably a good idea. If you're lookin' to make cash quick."[/i]
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[u]"Hey; I've got literally nothing cash-wise. Y'know - I hope Deity's cool with this, but I was considering getting you in, or...inviting you, I guess. I mean, I've seen what you can do. And plus, you seem bored at the moment, so..."[/u] [i]No, Irina wasn't just doing this because this shit was already pretty exclusive in the first place, considering that most oldies hadn't even been brought into it. She actually wanted the cowboy in on the thing - she knew how useful his talents could be.[/i]
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[i]"I'll pass, thanks for the offer though." The writer knows that offer was out of pity. I know I made my last paragraph seem pity filled but I was just writing the truth. [/i]
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[u]"Hmm. Oh well, worth a try anyway. Watched the tourney, by the way. Damn, so many people left - you did good though, against Jason and the "mage"."[/u] [i]Considering that JT had beaten both Jason - AKA a dude hunting Irina - and Shalidor - a filthy -blam!-ing magician - she was quite impressed, to say the least. If only she had joined, really.[/i] [i]It would be pretty bullshitty.[/i]
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[i]"Thank you, it's not every day I get to bust out my full kit and work." JT's full kit were for the strongest and fastest of them all. From the legendary Lance "Ronin" May to Lucien Farcon, his gear was designed to obliterate everything in his path. "Why didn't you sign up for the fights?" [/i]
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[u]"Oh, I'd get called out way too quickly. Y'know, blood manipulation and all that stuff. I'd get too carried away too early."[/u] [i]Irina's blood manipulation, an ability she found while she spent a hella short time in Vigil was overpowered as all hell, so she could have literally gone up to anyone in the tournament and made them into a bloody pulp in seconds.[/i]
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[i]"Heh, you know, that doesn't actually seem too bad." JT would be totally unaffected by any sorts of blood -blam!-ery, because his bloodstream was trillions upon trillions of EMP-hardened nanites. As for others though, well they would be boned like a Spanish hooker. So he didn't know the pure destructive power. [/i]
