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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/5/2018 12:54:36 AM
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"It's where we hunt. The perfect place for any hunter."
She sighed, as if remembering some great memory.
"Woods that go on forever, filled with the most dangerous creatures imaginable."
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[i]"Huh. Would you be keeping pelts if you killed something there?" [/i]
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"Yes, I have the largest collection of my sisters actually!" She seemed to get a bit excited at mentioning it. "Very rare ones too!"
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[i]"Huh. Where is this forest?" [/i]
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"I...uhh...I'm not sure. I just go there." She chuckled. "I can just appear there if I want really to. It's weird. I'm not a teleporter, I swear, I just can for some reason to that specific place."
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[i]"That place sounds like fun. Who knows, maybe I'll find it some day." [/i]
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"Maybe. I honestly have no idea if it's one of those dumb magical things or not. I bet you just want to sell the rare and exotic pelts though."
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[i]"Nah, not entirely," Booker said to her. He would sell some of them, though there would be some that he kept. [/i]
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"I do it for the challenge, to get stronger, and brag to my sisters." She laughed a little. "It's not even a competition with them."
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[i]"They aren't as good as you, I guess?" [/i]
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"Well, they also don't hunt as much. A few paint, some others play games....I hunt."
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[i]"Sounds like a fun family. How often do you hunt?"[/i]
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"Everyday!" She cheered. "Almost all day."
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[i]"Huh, nice." Booker finished up with his drink. "I think I ought to be getting out of here soon. It was nice talking to you, er..." [/i]
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"Alex. It was fun talking to you too..."
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[i]"Booker." Alex seemed cool enough in Booker's opinion, so he grabbed a pen from his pocket and a napkin. He wrote his phone number on it with the words "Let's hang out sometime" on it, and he slid it to Alex. He didn't mean it in a romantic way, to be clear. [/i]
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"If I called this could I help kill some people with no strings attached?" She asked, taking the paper.
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[i]"...Depends."[/i]
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"On what?" She raised a brow, expecting a catch.
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[i]Booker sat down and looked around, before leaning on the table. He spoke with a hushed tone and had a serious expression on his face, yet he didn't want to appear as an ass. "First things first, my line of work doesn't exactly let me be too friendly. Are you okay with killing people who are good at heart?" [/i]
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"Dude, I don't care as long as I get to hunt them." She leaned towards him in a hushed tone as well. "I won't ask questions."
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[i]"Good. Secondly: How particular about the company you keep are you? And do you mind being surrounded on a ship by a bunch of guys who will likely try to make constant remarks about your body?"[/i]
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"Am I allowed to tear one apart as to set an example?"
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[i]"Absolutely not. That's still my crew - Stay with me and it won't happen, they'll think you're a high-ranking crewmate." [/i]
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"Hmm. Fine, I won't. I might snarl and hit one, but I won't injure them in anyway. That okay?"
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"Yes. Thirdly, do you have any guns or armour?"
