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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 5:19:23 AM
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[i]"So yer saying paying more will get me aroused? Duly noted," JT said. Whether he was joking of serious, well, not even his writer knew that. Probably joking. [/i]
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“No. That is not what I meant.”
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[i]"I know, but taking things and warping words is a talent. Like your magic. Speaking of which, what's it do?" [/i]
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“The tentacles are a straightforward physical enhancement. Also useful when swimming. I can focus to heal my own wounds, impart high amounts of magic into things at range, drain vitality at close range, have increased agility and speed, and can turn myself into stone.”
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[i]"That sounds badass. I like them." [/i]
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“Thank you. Though there is one more. If I deactivate all my abilities, I can nullify all magic in my field of vision.”
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[i]"Sounds useful, if you're fighting mages." [/i]
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“I think that is what I was made for, yes.”
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[i]"Shit, better than half the stuff I could come up with. Especially since yours are magic." [/i]
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She blushes slightly. “Well, Thank you sir.”
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[i]"No problem." [/i]
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“Anyways, I should probably go and deal with that bandit leader.” She’s a bit more awkward, a crack in her attempt at a professional shell.
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[i]"Right. Want me t'come with?" [/i]
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“If you’d like.”
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[i]"Aight. Lead on." [/i]
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She does exit through the window, this time working to keep in his sight, moving upwards towards the roof easily.
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[i]JT joined her, climbing out with practiced ease. Of all the people to know how to scale a wall with perfect form, a -blam!-ing cowboy could. [/i]
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She moved slowly along the rooftop, careful to stay in his sight in the swirling dust.
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[i]Thankfully for the both of them, the storm had almost subsided entirely. He followed the assassin, easily keeping her pace. [/i]
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Noting this, she sped up, eyes tracking everything.
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[i]JT wasn't as focused on the surroundings as much as the person he followed. For once he wasn't staring at her ass, rather he was just trying to follow her. [/i]
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Her movements were almost creepily quiet and efficient, she danced back and forth as she moved, sometimes lying almost flat, other times making a silent leap. It was sort of like watching a spy in the movies dodging laser grids, but she was dodging lines of sight instead.
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[i]JT on the other hand, he was having a -blam!-ing field day over there. Each of his jumps were calculated, the flashy sprints he did reverberated off the ground and the ground alone. It brought memories of his youth back, and damn he loved every second. [/i]
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He draws a couple curious glances, but nothing else,as Divia takes advantage of the distraction and bounds to the roofs on the opposite side of the street and keeps moving forwards until she stops.
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[i]The Cowboy had stopped on a rooftop to the other side, looking over with a curious glance. [/i]
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Divia was tracking, well everyone, but one person in particular. She followed one person, whom looked quite scared, as he ducked into a building.
