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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/15/2015 11:11:42 PM
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"Sorry. I'm just not a fan of mercs. Or ex-mercs. But I do want money."
Sawyer pulls out a cigar.
"What would you want? A bit of brains more than brawn? Stealth over guns blazing? That's what I can offer."
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Edited by JayTea: 12/15/2015 11:13:21 PM"Sounds like a merc. And I already can sneak, shoot, fight with my fists, and take hundreds of bullets without so much as flinching. Oh, I also work for URNA asshole. Watch it" [spoiler]Hes also a master tactician lmao[/spoiler]
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Sawyer's eyes turn dark. "That was... Nothing." He frowns. "Anyways, if you don't require my services, just take my card. You need help with anything? Call me. Again, you're perfectly capable. I'm just sayin', bud..." He slides his business card on the table infront of JT. It reads [i]Aaron Sawyer, Professional PI.[/i]
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[b]He slides it back[/b] "Sonny, I'm close friends with earths best sniper, best swordsman, and a shapeshifter, and can take bullets with no effect. I've no need for the card"
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"Don't call me Sonny." Sawyer gets up and puts on his duster, not before extinguishing his cigarette in JT's duster, making a burn mark. Sawyer walks out.
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[b]In an instant, he is knocked on his back, JT hovering over him, and he curbstomps his face, and he awakens in a dark room, tied to a steel chair[/b]
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Sawyer moves his hands around, and the rope falls off the chair. Sawyer gets up. "You were chaffing my hands, bud. Let's play nice here."
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[b]A man swiftly forms from a pile of nanites, a knife in his hand, and he stabs your left knee with a speed near unmatchable, pushing you into the chair[/b]
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Sawyer rips it out, and kicks the chair behind him. He's good at hiding the pain. "Now you're just not listening."
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[b]He pulls a second one from the duster, burying it deep in your chest[/b]
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Sawyer removes it, in great pain, and a little of it can be seen. "Let's talk, ok?"
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[b]He swiftly punches your face, knocking you over[/b] ((Martial artist))
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Sawyer gets up, and a glint of red flickers in his eyes, but he returns to normal. "Listen, you're a pussy if you don't stop taking potshots at me and talk to me like a real man would, you bastard."
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[b]He pulls an AK-47 off his back and shoots 3 rounds into your left knee[/b] ((Weapons expert))
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/15/2015 11:46:54 PMSawyer mists around the shots.
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[spoiler]He a Nanocyte or a watcher? Only a watcher can do that, and he is in pain, so he can't do it. [/spoiler]
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Before the shots go off, Sawyer slinks back into the darkness, unseen. (Stealth)
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[b]He reholsters it[/b] "Who's the pussy now?"
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"You wanted to be one, I can be one too. You gonna fūck me up again?"
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"You burned a jacket I've had for 20 years, got married in, had kids in, worn every day for my entire life. I plan on taking some more potshots, but nothing too serious"
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Sawyer comes out with his hands raised. "I regret in no way what I did, but you sure got to my sympathy... I can get it fixed."
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"Just pay the cash, I'll get it fixed my own damn self boy"
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"Again, I would like it if you didn't refer to me as a boy. Here's your cash." He uploads 300 Credits to JT's SMARTwatch. [spoiler]Sawyer is 47 BTW[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]While JT may be only 38, he has seen a hell of a lot more shit than sawyer probably has lmao. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]He's a f*cking detective. They see messed up shit on a daily basis.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You really haven't heard JT's torture methods. [/spoiler]
