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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 10:50:34 PM
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[i]Jason was quick to refill Marcus' glass, handling the bottle of vodka with care, making sure not to accidentally break it or drop it, or whatever. After, he set the bottle back down, popping the toaster oven open, swiftly pulling the four chicken tenders out with his gloved hands, plopping two on the Aussie's plate and two on his own.[/i]
"Sounds pretty bad," [i]He simply replied, getting both himself and his new friends some plastic throwaway cutlery, both a knife and a fork... so that they could actually effectively eat.[/i] "But, hey, at least you made it back, eh? Both World Wars were an absolute slaughter, to be honest... humans aren't really the nicest, heh."
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“Yeah...and you seem to have learned a lot. I mean, your people went to space; my people still have monarchies...well, minus the United States, mate, but still...just the shit that humans went through...f*****g ay, mate.” Was his response, eating and gobbling the first tender.
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[i]Jason grinned as he started eating his first tender, thoughtfully chewing on the first bite as he readied his response, brain cranking up as he tried to remember his history lessons. He nodded slowly, rolling his shoulders as he swallowed.[/i] "Aye, yeah, definitely... but, to be fair, pal, there's a good 1500 years between your time period and mine, give or take. Humans advance damn fast."
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“So...it’s 2500 in this place? Or did you just come from the year 2500?” He asked, clearly curious about the fact that he’d be 1519 years old in the eyes of Jason.
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"I came from a different place," [i]Jason said rather simply at first, before elaborating rather quickly.[/i] "An alternate dimension, I suppose -- something of the sort, anyway. Either way, I've no idea what year it is here..."
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“Huh...same. Germans, Ottos...they were winning against us Allies. Ottos were teaming up with the Mongols to clear China out.” He states, going for the second tender.
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"But now, you're here, and you're probably stuck, too. Probably a good thing, too, because you'd probably be living under some oppressive regime if not... or be dead." [i]Jason shrugged, finishing up his first tender with a few big, eager bites, only to wash it down with a shot of vodka, a good sigh of delight coming from him after. He nodded to himself, deeply enjoying his food, his drink, and his company... even if he was supposed to shoot said company.[/i]
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“Yeah...and I guess this is a place of sharpening your skills from your dimension, Huh?” He asked, swinging a drink of vodka into his system.
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"Yeah, basically -- kinda. I came back both for this tournament and for a few people I consider friends, I suppose. Plus, it's a decently nice place... and I don't really have anywhere else to go... Oh well."
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“Same. Just trying to get used to all the shit that’s going on around this place. Damn soldiers with advanced blasters, some medieval group somehow taking over the village, LITERAL dragon-humans and aliens....I can’t wrap my head around all that, man.”
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"Yeah, this place is, uh... very fuсkin' crazy, to put it rather simply. You've got furries and lizards, knights and aliens... lots of sci-fi stuff, especially -- like yours truly." [i]Jason grinned, using the moment to refill his own and Marcus' glass both with another full shot of vodka, the bottle about a quarter empty at this point, so there was still a lot of booze to go. After, the Russian took another bite of his tender.[/i]
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“For f***’s sake...” He says, drinking another three shots in one, grabbing the second tender and taking a big bite out of it.
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[i]Jason was quick to refill Mark's glass again, the Aussie probably on his way to pass out from alcohol before he either shot himself or the Russian did the trick, though the latter wouldn't happen for a while, oh no. The talk was fun, after all.[/i] "Yeah, yeah, exactly. If ya want, I can hook you up with some fine stuff? After the tournament, of course."
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“Yeah...seems like a real good thing to do and all... just need that and someone to talk to...like you.” He says, chugging another sip and finishing his tender.
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"Aye, so I'll see you after this round, eh?" [i]It would seem that the time had come for the "fight" to end, since the watchers and refs of the tournament were undoubtedly getting impatient, and since they both had finished their food and their drinks... several times.[/i]
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“Yeah...I guess I’ll let you win. Honestly not up for a fight right now. I can just jump off one of those damn airships; make it look like you threw me off one of them.” He tells Jason, swinging one last round.
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"Aye, aye... I'm not really in the mood for a fight either, both because it'd be very short and because I'm really not in the mood to shoot a friend, fake as this simulation may be." [i]Jason chugged his own shot down as well, giving Marcus a friendly nod and a smile after. He liked the Australian, he definitely did, and would absolutely go look for him after he'd... killed himself or something.[/i]
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“Yeah....cheerin’ for ya at the tourney. Good luck mate.” He says, eating his last chicken tender and prepared to run off the airship.
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"Thanks, man. I'll see you soon." [i]Jason got up from his squatting position, quite simply just straightening his legs. After, he brought his right hand up in a little salute, a slight smile on his face... he definitely liked the Aussie. Was a fun guy.[/i]
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Mark saluted back, almost clumsily, before flying off the airship, dropping straight down the bottom of the arena to his death. [spoiler]Ded. No big surprise.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]o7 farewell my dude [/spoiler]
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[spoiler] See you Wehb. ;)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]byebye[/spoiler]
