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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/27/2017 3:48:49 AM
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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."
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"Yeah. Look kid, take it from someone who's survived in this game a lot longer 'an you have - Get some training, and for the love of god don't let me catch you."
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"Alright, you made your point," she told him. She seemed annoyed by this. She muttered, almost too quiet to hear as she stood up, "Never thought I'd get an official criminal record on a planet where I traded 'permanent' deaths with an NCR Ranger."
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"And which ranger was that, exactly?" JT asked. He was amused and intrigued, though he knew this type - Stubborn beyond all hope, so he would need to seem intimidating to threaten an answer out of her. He stood from the seat he was previously in and drew his revolver, aiming it at her back. He had no intent to shoot, he just wanted to know.
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"I never knew. Well, I'm not even sure if it was an NCR Ranger. I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that who and whatever it was was dead, my Ghost was gunned down, and I had taken a bullet in the wrong place."
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"Aight, take a mother-blam!-in' seat."
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She sat back down.
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"Now, was the -blam!-er named Grant, by any chance? Have any 42's on his armour?"
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"I barely remember," she admitted.
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"Well you best do it, kiddo."
