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publicado originalmente en:Neo Punks
12/13/2015 1:15:20 AM
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[i]As Renzo kept swinging at the baseballs, the sound of BOOM kept going. Eventually someone looks over because of it being so loud, they notice the last name Lutu in a tattoo on his left arm on his shoulder, surrounded by tribal markings.[/i]
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[b]Alex swings, hitting it and putting her weight in, knocking it far, but not too far[/b] Alex: "nat, you want to try?" Natalie: "sure" [b]She says, grabbing the bat[/b]
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[i]I stop the machine and look over at them, sloppy form, grip isn't tight enough, off footing. These thoughts ran through my head as I watched them carefully.[/i]
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[b]Natalie swings, just barely hitting it, but the ball hit the bats sweet spot, and travelled as far, and she handed the bat to the cowboy[/b]
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[i]I looked at the guy in the cowboy hat and duster, "It isn't the Wild West man." I chuckle as I look at him.[/i]
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[b]He takes the bat, and swings, hitting the ball, doubling the distance of Renzo, as he had seen Lance and Etana swing their swords countless times, and he is a patriotic American, so he watched baseball a lot, and even played daily at the base for 4 years, closing the field yesterday[/b] "Don't judge kid" [b]He says, spotting your tattoo. [/b] "you a Lutu?"
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[i]I chuckle and take my helmet off, "huh a fellow swordsman possibly?" I ask myself. I look at him and say[/i] "Yeah I'm a Lutu, son of Etana Lutu."
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"Etana?" [b]He asks, putting the bat down. [/b] "I knew him. How is the old Fūck these days?"
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"You knew him? Who are you anyways?" [i]I saying stepping out of my gate and waking over to theirs[/i]
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"Well, I'm JT. He likely mentioned a guy with a car door, no? Maybe the guy that tore his own arm off? That's me"
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"Oh yeah, now the cowboy get up makes sense."
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"Why, because I'm insane?" [b]He asks, chuckling. [/b]"I take it your dad never mentioned some of the more insane stuff I've done"
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"No he has, I just didn't know who you were at first, now everything makes sense."
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"Okay then. I take it daddy dearest put you in the boarding school?"
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"Exactly."
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"Alright" [b]He says, walking back to Natalie and alex[/b]
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[i]"hm, mind as we'll hang out with them." I think I myself and follow JT[/i] "So how's the NWH doing?" [i]I ask in a lower tone.[/i]
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"Goddamn excellent" [b]He says happily[/b]
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"Well that's good, how's the progression of troops?" [i]I say leaning back on the gate.[/i]
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"150,000 soldiers, highly trained, VERY well equipped. I'm talking tanks man, fūcking tanks, guns, and all the ammo you could ever need"
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"Wow, that's a lot of firepower, as well as with the help of lance and Etana."
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"Yeah. Etana with a sniper, maybe some hacking device, and Lance with a sword. You really want to Fūck things up though? Give your dad an EMP and a flying ship."
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"Yeah I heard about my dad taking down the whalehawk, awesome story." [i]I say with a chuckle.[/i]
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"He tell you how he escaped?" [b]He says, laughing slightly[/b]
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"You save him, he told me you were always backup and or extraction."
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"Yeah, I was usually providing suppressive fire or distractions, and had some helicopters on standby. That mother-blam!-er jumped out of the burning cockpit of an airship and landed in the helicopter with me and 12 others, he's s badass"
