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4/23/2016 6:48:16 PM
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"JT, it's been a while." [i] The man says under his mask, the tone metallic and hard, like razors on ice. He leans easily back in the booth he was in, eyeing the man in front of him.[/i]
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[i]He sat across from him, carrying an uneasy posture about him. [/i]"I just have one question for you: How the hell did you get on this ship?" [i]He asked. His once friendly demeanor was replaced entirely by that of a cold hearted mercenary, the only emotion conveyed in his voice being that of respect [/i]
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "The same way you did; oh wait, we can't remember. Amnesia is fun, is it not?" [i] Lance says, rolling his eyes under the mask. JT notices that the black, twisted, swirling demonic mask with horns is different from the old one Lance used to have.[/i]
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"Well some people here seem to have come here intentionally, like some of those damned creatures from the Summoner's speech." [i]He calmly replied. He took note of the figure's mask as he spoke, his left eye analyzing it as he stared. And with that, the other two from the table walked over. Diana gave Lance a questionable look, but returned to her regular gaze as she sat beside JT, while the new guy to his team sat to the right of him. [/i]
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"Hutch Ryder." [i]The new guy states, trying to collect himself as more a respectable figure. From how he looked and the way he presented himself, he looked to be just another stolen civilian from onboard. But something about him... It showed the guy had potential. [/i] [spoiler]By the way, you'll be dealing with Hutch mostly, as he's the main focus in PoE for me. [/spoiler]
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[i]Despite this, Hutch had an unwavering courage about him, as if he thought Ronin was a figure that he had seen not much in. Although the man showed a great respect, and kept his mouth relatively shut. Diana simply glared at Lance, the image of a broken woman crossing her face, as if she was fragmented. And amidst this, JT kept his cold gaze to mister May. [/i]"Well Ronin, I'd seen your interaction with Armageddon moments ago."
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"You're telling me. Anyways, you realize that guy is a powerful shapeshifter, yes? He may have just stolen your identity." [i]JT calmly brings up. The databases of the Imperium records he had accessed showed exactly who the man was. [/i]
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"And what exactly could we work out that would benefit me JT?" [i] Lance says, his mask retracting back to show his face. Those icy, cold blue eyes look like they'd seen much more than his younger face showed. A lock of his medium length brown hair fell over his face, yet he made no move to fix it. His gaze shifts from Diana, to Hutch, and back to JT.[/i] http://m.imgur.com/NHsLIWJ.jpg
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"I know you aren't stupid, Lance. You could barely hold your own against a Tin Man, now imagine what a Space Marine could do to you. This guy can easily take one down. Now, you can't fight this son of a bitch on your own, although you can have me, Diana and hutch at your side. There ain't no rest for the wicked, and Armageddon doesn't ever rest up for anything. Sadly, money don't grow on trees. Our services come with a fee."
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[i] Lance reaches one hand out over the table, but it vanishes up to the elbow. When he pulls back, he seemingly pulls a black briefcase out of the air itself and sets it in front of JT, popping the lid on it and showing stacks of hundred dollar bills.[/i] "20,000; for old times sake."
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"Alright. We'll contact you if we have more information, and we trust you'll do the same." [i]Diana replied, taki g the briefcase from the table before the trio left, Hutch shooting a brief, awe-filled glance at Ronin aa he walked out of the bar. [/i]
