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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/11/2016 8:29:41 PM
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[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Dojoville
[i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 13:30
[i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Violet Acciaroli
[i][u]Title:[/u][/i] Brainwashed and Returned
[b][i]It had been 13 years since Vio wiped her memory clean.[/i][/b]
[i]She didn't remember a thing about the village she had just wandered into. The woman was around 32, and stood at 5'4". She had deep, violet eyes, and no hair. Her right arm was prosthetic, and on her back was a seven foot long chainsaw. She wore a long sleeved, beige shirt, the left sleeve rolled up and the right sleeve torn off altogether, revealing her new prosthetic. Her loose, black trousers were rolled up to her ankles, and she wore casual, beige shoes. Her violet eyes were artificial, and scanned the village. The only thing she knew was that she'd been in these coordinates before, however she did not remember when, and she remembered nothing about a village named Dojoville. Her skin was pale, and her left hand trailed absentmindedly over her bald head. Her face was familiar. But it was older, and the last time she had been seen, she had naturally violet hair. She had also been using a black longsword, instead of the seven foot long chainsaw on her back. Also, it was certain that her right arm was flesh and blood before. However, her facial structure remained the exact same, and there wasn't any doubt that this woman was Vio, however now, her named was Violet. Violet Acciaroli.[/i][spoiler]OPEN!![/spoiler]
English
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[spoiler]*brings back memories* But it's really your choice... Heheh...[/spoiler]
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*Mortar walks up to the woman known as Vio. He feels as if this woman is familiar, bit he has never met her, as he was dead when she came* Hello ma'am
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"Hello," [i]Violet replied, looking at Mortar.[/i] "Who're you?" [i]She asked, her artificial eyes looking him over. Her left hand absentmindedly trailed over her bald head.[/i]
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My name is Mortar. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, ma'am? *Mortar notices that she is bald, but doesn't say anything. Sure, hair on a woman is just as beautiful, but something about Vio that peaks his interest*
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"I'm Violet," [i]She said.[/i] "Nice to meetcha. I'm just wandering, no destination in mind," [i]She added, looking around Dojoville. Her artificial eyes were sharp, and noticed everything, from ants crawling in the dirt, to birds flying high in the sky.[/i]
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Interesting. I guess a pretty wanderer as yourself must be famished after wandering for what might be a long time, care to come in, get something to eat? Nice chainsaw, by the way.
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[i]Anri suddenly comes out of nowhere, her greatsword forming in her hand suddenly as she rips through Mortar with ease, tearing through his body like paper. She reaches into his corpse, tearing out the ex-god's soul and grinning madly.[/i] "Bitch." [i]She suddenly disappears. Fin. THIS IS NON-CANON DON'T HURT ME.[/i]
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Dafuq?
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[i]Like I said, non-canon.[/i]
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Just seemed weird and unnecessary
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[i]Violet simply stares at Anri, "WTF"' in her artificial eyes.[/i]
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"...Hey." [i]Anri suddenly rips off her helm, revealing...HOLY SHIT, a normal Anri! She suddenly plants a kiss on Violet's lips, winking and breaking away.[/i] "See you around, [i]Vio[/i]." [i]She walks away, juggling Mortar's soul.[/i]
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[i]Violet just stands there, shocked as her jaw drops. From her memory, she'd never been even flirted with in her life, much less kissed. Much, much less kissed by a girl. She shook her bald head, like wtf bro.[/i]
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"I-thanks, I guess," [i]Violet said, blushing as she looked at her 7 foot chainsaw. Shaking her head, she turned back to Mortar.[/i] "A bite to eat sounds nice. Where to?"
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A friend of mine owns a nice lounge slash sword shop, if you wanna try that
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"Alright, I'll follow you," [i]Violet said, waiting for Mortar.[/i]
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Yes. *As Mortar begins walking, his catwing Mion flies next to him* Hey Mortar... Vio? That you?
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"Oh my gosh," [i]Violet gasped as she looked at Mion, her mechanical hand in front of her mouth.[/i] "Is that a talking cat with wings?" [i]Glee was easily seen in her artificial eyes as she examined the catwing.[/i]
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Mion: Yeah, I am. You don't remember me? *Mortar sighs* Mortar: I wish I could say she did, but her memory seems to have been wiped clean. Mion: really? That sucks.
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JT had been walking past the figure, and bumped into her just then. The Cowboy didn't don his typical duster or his bandolier as he usually had, nor was he armed to the teeth. All he had on him at the time was an emerald green jumpsuit on his tall and muscular body, which was nearly skin tight but left breathing room around the crotch as to not print. The outfitting had black accents on the neck, ankles and wrists though his sleeves were rolled just past his elbows and his shoes were tucked into a set of brown boots, that matched the cowboy hat atop his head but also cast a grim shadow over his face, only allowing the bottom of his beard to show. He wasn't equipped with just nothing though. His left arm was a completely black skeletal prosthetic, with the cobalt blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix engraved on it. The right arm was a shade that matched his skin with a bit of synthetic skin, but beneath the layer was a deep grey carbon fiber prosthetic from back home, Cedyetica. In his skin quite literally were a set of revolvers and a pistol, as well as some munitions, which came from his hands when called up with his Weaponry. "Oh shit, sorry ma'am."
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"No prob," [i]Violet said, smiling at JT. She did not recognize him whatsoever, her hands in the pockets of her trousers.[/i] "Who're you?" [i]She asked, in the mood for a conversation. She hadn't talked much ever she got sick, and was itching to use her voice again.[/i]
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"Names JT, how about the beautiful woman in front of me?" JT asked as he gave a charming smile. He was a hell of a flirt in truth and that was only when he was drinking. And since his daughter was shot, he had been drinking more and more.
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"... Violet...." [i]She said, blushing. She had really only ever spoken to one person, and that person had never flirted with her. It was foreign to her, especially after she went bald.[/i] "How are you?" [i]She asked awkwardly.[/i]
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"Eh, decently shit and shittily decent. Though I guess all in all the day wasn't too bad. How're you?" JT was buzzed, but not completely drunk, so he was much more social and upbeat than he normally was and that was displayed in his friendly and caring tone of voice. He was better like this, not as pissed.
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"... meh," [i]She said, shrugging.[/i] "About as good as the weather is, I suppose," [i]She smiled, gesturing towards the clear skies.[/i] "Where is this place, anyways?"
