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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 7:02:01 PM
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[i]"Oh yeah, her. What's she need?" JT asked, entering the ship. [/i]
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“Nothing much, really.” She replies.
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[i]"Why'd she contact us then?" [/i]
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“Just wanted to say hi.” She replied, shrugging. The sound of JT’s ship hummed in the background outside.
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[i]"Oh. Well, good to hear she's at least keepin' us in memory," JT said as he went to the cockpit, sitting in a second seat. [/i]
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Shila say in the primary seat, smiling toward JT. “Anywhere you want to go? Heard that the Black Market’s selling stuff for the tourney.” She tells JT.
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[i]"Let's head over, maybe there'll be something good." [/i]
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“Yeah; that’ll be alright.” She says, moving the ship toward the Tatakai Plains, a small nine and a few flags being shown. Other aliens and ships were there, a shield dome surrounding them. Krogan, humans, and Asari similar to Liara were seen entering the mine.
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[i]"Well, looks like the right place." [/i]
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“I think so; come on, don’t want to exactly get lost around here.” She says, walking through the various aliens, until they eventually arrived in a line, two Krogan guarding what seemed to be an elevator. “You can pass.” Was heard from one of the Krogan.
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[i]Normally JT would just make an alien joke, though if he was being real, he wasn't about to piss off the race that had been a collective bro towards him. He entered the elevator with Shila and rode it to the market. [/i]
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The Krogan guards stopped him before he could enter. “Wait...aren’t you one of those in the tourney? Cowboy, right?” The Krogan asked.
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[i]"Yeah, sup?" [/i]
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“Oy; good luck man. Galaxy’s watching you guys beat the ever loving shit on each other. Most of them Krogan are betting on you.” He says, lightly punching his shoulder, allowing him toward the elevator.
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[i]"Lotta people," JT muttered under his breath[/i]
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As the two went down, a massive portal surrounding them as they did so, the VI in the elevator said the same thing with its monotone voice, about itnroducing the market. Shila shut it up with the mute button, and proceeded to look out toward the market...which looked a lot more festive. Lots of yelling was heard, various species mingling; some with T-Shirts, gun camos, and other merchandise belonging to the various contestants. A few humans, and people from the Cetus colony wore cowboy outfits, some Asari and female humans walked around in what seemed to be a cosplay attempt at Victoria, and Rai. Others dressed as that of Nate, or Zane, especially the Mandalorian and the Turians. “Get your merchandise here; damn tourney’s happening soon!” Various people yelled. “So...where do you want to go first?” Shila asked JT, a massive TV Screen in the heart of the Black Market, most likely counting down until the tourney began.
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[i]"Shila this is your trip, let's head over t' where you wanna go first." [/i]
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“Well, I do my know where I want to go.” She says, smiling as she spotted someone selling merchandise...based on the cowboy himself. It was beyond all the cosplayers and unconscious people.
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[i]"I've got a cosplay and there's several people knocked out in front of th' stands. Fitting." JT followed Shila. It was her trip for the moment, he was curious as to what she was doing. [/i]
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She walked up to the stand, an Asari (fitting, at least for JT) at the stand, a cowboy hat and makeshift revolver in her hands. “What can I get you, partner?” She asked, looking to JT. “Nice cosplay, by the way.” She states, Shila pointing to the hat sitting there looking almost identical to JT’s own.
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[i]"How y'all get this shit to be so accurate is beyond me. Y'all selling replicas or real guns and shit 'ere?" JT was... Well, let's just say a convention back at his old home only lasted about three hours and involved SWAT teams. So he didn't know what they sold exactly. [/i]
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“You can Thank a lot of dedicated fans out there. People across the multiverse look up to the Dojo. Amoridia. Other places; they see everyday people and idolize them, wanting to be like them. Not everyone’s heard of you guys; but a good number, if I do say so myself. Also, the guns are toy laser guns. For the kids, mostly.” The Asari explained, motioning Shila into a dressing room, where she changed.
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[i]"I'm tellin' ya, ain't none of the guys back home would believe this. Me, in a tournament with Dojo people? Etana would shit a brick..." JT said the second part to himself, trailing off into his own memories as he looked amongst the various things and awaited Shila. [/i]
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There were little plush dolls based off him, and even entire custom posters. This was the same on other stands across the market, each representing a different fighter. “Just a minute!” Shila Yelled form the fitting room...right before a bunch of [url=https://cosplayhouse.s3.amazonaws.com/images/product/Borderlands-2-Psycho-Cosplay-Costume-Version-01002.jpg]Psychos[/url] ran around the corner, dressed as various fighters, including JT. Said Psycho dressed as the cowboy grabbed him by the collar, a toy gun on him. “WHEN THE COWBOY KILLS FLESH-MAN, FLESH-MAN GO BOOM! FLESH-MAN GOES BOOM FROM COWBOY- MAN!” The Psycho screamed in front of JT, another one yelling. “WE’LL SEE IN A BATTLE FOR THE DEATH ON MEAT-TOWN!” One of the other Psychos dressed as Zane told the Psycho dressed as JT, the cowboy-Psycho staring toward JT. “GOODBYE, COWBOY-MAN!” He tells, running along with his other psychos toward their elevator out.
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[i]JT straightened his shirt collar and looked at the group with confusion, the dominant expression displayed proudly on his face. He didn't know if he should throw a grenade and hope for the best or let them be, so he did the latter and just watched them walk off. [/i]
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Shila walked out, her outfit now consisting of her jean jacket on, her black tank top underneath. Her black leggings became jeans, her black sneakers on. The most noticeable feature? Obviously, the JT replica hat she had on, as she leaned on the wall. “Howdy, Master.” She says, smiling. “How do I look?”
