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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 1:06:28 AM
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"I don't have a book club for that, I can assure you that much." [i]Elizabeth would sigh, blushing a little as Zara would release a short wave of soft laughs. The ice mage would then de-summon the spear in her hands, looking over at JT.[/i]
"Not trying to be an ass, but she's either trying to kill you or trying to use you for more money."
"The killing thing was one time, jeez.." [i]Zara would tilt her head, leaning against the tree's bark.[/i]
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[i]"I've seen too much shit in my life to care who tries to kill me after we bang. Also, you get a train going without a club? Awesome." JT wouldn't bore the two of them with his extensive story list - The tales he collected were too numerous and he had forgotten many details, plus people weren't exactly huge on hearing some cowboy tell a story of the olden days. He opted instead to make a remark again, and literally print out his phone number from his Tac-Pad, which he crumpled into a ball and jokingly threw to Elizabeth. [/i]
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[i]Elizabeth would simply catch the ball and slowly unwrap it's contents, her fingers weaving throughout it like a spider would weave a web. As she read the contents within, she looked up at JT, nodding only a little as she pocketed the paper.[/i] [i]Either she really was a hardass, or.. she would call him up, whenever she wished.[/i]
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[i]JT snickered then, his joke potentially landing him some luck later on down the road. He looked back to Zara, remembering a point she brought up earlier. "So what the hell is a Mando?" [/i]
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"Mando's short for Mandalorian. Basically, we're a bunch of people that kick ass and chew raw steak while blowing empires up. Seriously though. Mandalorians are from Mandalore, named after a dude named Mandalore. Most of us are in clans, the guys and gals that escape usually become powerful bounty hunter bands. We're a society of warriors, in reality."
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[i]"So Native American mercenaries with plasma guns and looks that can kill? Damn, who do I gotta flirt with to get in," JT jokingly inquired. [/i]
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"Get in what, I wonder? The clans, or where I keep all the treasure?" [i]It could be left to thought of what Zara meant by wherever she "kept her treasures".[/i]
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[i]"Little bit of the first choice, little bit of the second." [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/26/2017 5:15:17 AM"Ah. I see.. we could go get some drinks, chat a little, then we'll see about that treasure room. That seem fair?"
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[i]"Definitely. You know any good spots?" [/i]
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"There's a few places, in this desolate, blown up city. Though I do know a bar on the outskirts."
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[i]"Awesome, lead on then. I'll pay." [/i]
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[i]After a few minutes of Zara attempting to ride Sullivan (eventually allowing JT to assume control, since she was inexperienced as hell with horses), the two traversed downwards throughout Dojoville, past armored Trayvens and the steadily rebuilding city's efforts, underneath Zara's guidance. The two would stop at the entrance of a small bar, Zara holding the door open.[/i] [i]The place mimicked the old cantina scene from Star Wars if it was Dojo-fied, if JT had ever seen the movie. Civilians, bounty hunters, Trayvens, warriors, traders, aliens.. they lined the counters and walls, though Zara was careful to maneuver herself and JT to a booth.[/i] "Last date I had here, the guy asked if I was a Star Wars character. He's sorta why I was kept out for roughly a week.. not threatening you, but it is irritating to be compared to some movie or a fuсking TV show."
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[spoiler]Sullivan's got a robo brain ([i]RoBrain™️[/i]), so he would just go ahead and ride them there without Zara needing to put effort lol[/spoiler] [i]"Yeah I know that feeling. Yer talkin' to a low grade John Wayne, accordin' to most people." [/i]
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"Low-grade John Wayne? It's not "Boba Fett cosplayer", if that makes you feel any better. Nonetheless, anyone with a robo-horse isn't exactly John Wayne, just a badass sci-fi bucko with a sense of style," [i]Zara smiled, as a robot waiter would begin to ask for drinks. Zara seemed to order "Merenzane Gold".[/i] "If you're looking at the Gold too.. I'll pay. Two hundred credits if we both get it."
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[i]"Alright, I'll do it." [/i]
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[i]Zara smiled as two golden drinks were served for the two, as she raised her drink with a sly grin.[/i] "To a brewing friendship, I suppose."
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[i]"Friends already? And 'ere I was just gettin' t' know ya," JT jokingly said to Zara, as he raised his cup then drank part of his drink. "So what part of th' message did you send out?" [/i]
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"Hey, you're the first guy that I haven't longed to shoot yet, in this hole anyway. I sent out.. all of it. Poor Elizabeth didn't even know that it was out before the first warrior came by, then another and another. Then she was as pissy as ever. What'd you give her, by the way? Not nosing about, just interested."
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[i]"Phone number. I was jokin' about, though I might've gotten a night in bed with 'er, with some luck.' [/i]
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"A night in bed after your most expensive date ever. ...Seriously though. We've hung out, did some things together. She's more exciting than she seems, I just give her shit because she's a good person to be around. Underneath that icy exterior, of course." [i]Zara laughed, drinking and sighing.[/i] "Shit, that's good. Gold's always been a.. favorite. Way too intoxicating, though."
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[i]"I've got a high tolerance, though even I'm feeling this shit," JT replied. The buzz could definitely be felt. [/i]
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"High tolerance, too? I must be blessed. A handsome cowboy on a robot horse, whisking me away like a hero, off to a bar where he can endure the strongest of drinks.." [i]Zara laughed again.[/i]
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[i]"Right, 'ere I am. Sittin' across from the hot ass Mandalorian chick who can pull enough money t'buy us drinks." [/i]
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"Sounds like our little fantasy. Maybe we'll see a few more fantasies play out tonight." [i]Zara would drink again, tapping the table.[/i] "...God, I'll be dead in the morning if we do. Not actually dead.. I hope, just knocked out."
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[i]"A flirt are ya? Trust me, you'll be somethin' close to knocked out."[/i]
