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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/26/2017 4:23:55 AM
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"You know what man, this kid here reminds me of me when I was young. Trust me, that's not good," JT said in a half joking manner to Lush, as he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his duster and put them on the Huntress, binding her so that her hands were behind her back.
"What's her name?"
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"She calls herself Dusk. But her name's Mia. Mia Grey," Lush told him.
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"Dusk? Kinda edgy ass name is that?"
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"It's the fact she's a Nightstalker. Well, we call it Nightstalker. You might call it purple energy bow wielder," Lush said
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"Agile shadow archers that can handle long purple shafts, yeah, those guys. Makes sense now, any place I should drop her off?"
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"Not really. She roams around, a lot."
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"Well I'm getting her off the streets, she's cuffed and I'm not trying to stage rápe. Should I bring her to my place and set her on the couch for a bit until she wakes up?"
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"It's fine by me," Lush said.
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So that's what JT did - He threw Dusk over his right shoulder and nestled her waist comfortably on it with his hand on her knees, which he hugged to his chest as he walked on back to his home. He did have a small safe house a few blocks away, it was a bug-out home in case he needed to hide himself or friends from invading forces, though he didn't quite have any uses for it other than being a second home in the neighbourhood currently so that's what he used it as. The Marshal opened the door into his house moments later, as a glow from a light ahead greeted him and painted the house in a whitened hue. The tan walls looked to gleam as if they had been recently cleaned and the polished wooden floors matched that same look, though JT went right through the corridor that they were in, past the kitchen and into the large living room. He set Dusk on the couch, threw on the news, and uncuffed her before he went to the kitchen and started fixing himself a drink. It would be a matter of time before Dusk awoke, though JT wasn't anticipating it would be too long of a wait.
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Her Ghost followed. Lush sighed as he looked over his Guardian. The Ghost seemed concerned for her.
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JT noticed the concern and looked over to Lush. "She'll be fine my dude."
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Lush sighed. He started to clean up and dress her wounds, after pulling the bullet out if her stomach.
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"Can't you just let me shoot her in the head so she respawns on you with no injuries, dude? Ain't that how it works?" [spoiler]No need to dress wounds when you got revives lmao. [/spoiler]
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"Or I can heal her completely... which I am working on. I dressed her wounds just make sure you didn't get blood on your couch."
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"She's paying for that if it does. I ain't completely sure she's legal so banging is out of the option as payment, it's either money or servitude if there's even a droplet on that thing."
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Edited by Splashback77: 7/27/2017 4:49:51 AMLush ran a scan of the couch, removing every molecule of blood on the couch that was on it with precision leaving no trace of it behind.
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"Good, now how long 'till she's good?"
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"Sometime between now, and the next hour," Lush replied.
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"Then that means probably an hour of chillin' dude. Remote's over there, feel free to use whatever you got to change th' channel if you want."
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The Huntress rose from her sleep. She looked up at the TV. The hood of her cloak had fallen down, completely revealing her face.
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"Yeah, definitely not legal. Welcome back to the world, kid, your lightbulb friend saved your ass."
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She looked about 24 or so. "I assume that you have different standards. That's good. That means I'm less likely to get -blam!-," she muttered very quietly. She looked to her Ghost, "Lush... good job."
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"Nah, I just don't tend to sleep with shitty assassins. Not the most dexterous in the streets, kid, might mean the same in the bed," JT said with a sarcastic tone, as he poured Dusk a glass of water. He figured that she would need something to drink, and a cold water would get some of her senses going again. He brought it to her and set it on the coffee table, before he took a seat in a chair not too far off.
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She took big gulp of water. "Assumptions. Heh. People tend to make a lot of those," she muttered.
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"Alright, so you get shot twice and wake up in the house of A, the man who notoriously happens to be a cop, and B, someone who can easily kill you right here and now? Yeah, I'd say that makes for a pretty shitty assassin."
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"You have your point," she sighed, "I did pretty bad compared to some other times."
