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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2017 2:20:44 AM
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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]
