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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 3:10:38 AM
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[i]A man walked into the dojo's sparring room and set it to look like a stereotypical office. His name was Charlie. He's a handsome psychiatrist who has come to evaluate the mental state of the Dojo. All dojo members are required to meet him for his collection of data.[/i]
[spoiler]Open to everyone! And no this isn't actually required, but you'll be missing out if you don't reply.[/spoiler]
English
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"Huh" Sits down "Alright I guess"
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"Please state your name and place of birth."
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"Ama and being created in a lab count?"
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[i]Charlie begins to speak in a manner that would cause any lady to swoon.[/i] "In a lab? That explains your lovely face."
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"Right" She says still seeming agitated by the unexpected changes to the sparring room.
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"I have feeling you don't like what I've done to this room. How about I change it?" [i]The room gies back to its normal state, but the chairs and desk remain.[/i] "Better?"
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"Huh. Interesting" A light glow from her eyepatch emits as she scans for anomalies. "A distortion driver?"
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"No, just some things I'd like to keep to myself. Now, who raised you? How well do you think they raised you?"
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"I guess you could say I was raised by the lab. Mostly I ended up contracted to battlefields. Managed to escape and find this place after a few years of wandering. Just grew tired of the killing." She sighs, looking a bit gloomy as she thinks of the things she had done.
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"What do you regret doing most while you were on the battlefield?"
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"Hated attending the village massacres, I personally would avoid killing but they are just innocent people... dammit..." She didn't realize it but she was squeezing harder and harder on the arm of the chair. A loud snapping noise happens as she snaps out of it. She looks in her hand at the broken off part. "Huh, sorry about that"
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[i]The chair instantly fixes itself.[/i] "No worries, feel free to damage anything in this room. Why did you do the things you did? Were you under mind control? Did someone have a gun to your head?"
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 10/2/2016 8:50:51 PM"There really were two choices. Either kill them and live another day or be exterminated and have a more willing experiment take the task. Besides, it was pretty easy to hide the children. The probably grew up hating me but at least some lived."
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"They would understand that you had no choice, believe me. Now, do you blame yourself at all for what you did?"
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"My hands may have been tied but I still have to take some of the blame."
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"Why do you think you still take some of the blame? Is it because you think that there was another option?"
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"Well I guess there really wasn't much of a choice but can you really claim innocence when you are responsible for so many deaths?"
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[i]Charlie leans over his desk and looks her in the eye. If Ama looks closely she can see barely make out some sort of light in Charlie's pupil.[/i] "If that wasn't possible than I wouldn't be here right now. I would've destroyed myself long ago. If I could forgive myself for what I did than so can you."
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She stares back for a little then slups back in her chair seeming a bit worn out from the conversation though I bit relieved. "Heh, guess we're both finding our own ways to turn a new leaf." She says looking out onto the roof with a hint of a smile on her face. "Anyways I probably should get back to what I was working on. You would be surprised how many omnipotent beings are just wandering around in a dojo looking for a way to not blow up a building during a sparing session." She heads towards the door stopping for a second before entirely leaving the room. "Oh and... thanks"
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"Please come again! Really! It's lonely as f*ck in here!"
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[spoiler]http://img2.goodfon.su/wallpaper/big/d/89/bloodborne-ohotnik-hunter.jpg[/spoiler] [b]The hunter walked in, the click of her boots making a soft sound in the area. She had left her weapons outside, obviously, except for hidden ones within the coat. A ribbon was worn around her wrist, with no room on her head, because of the hat. Her face held a black wrapping of sort, covering all but one eye. A wisp of escaped brown hair escaped the cap as she sat down in the chair. She folded on leg over the other and rested her hands in her lap. Silent. [/b]
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"Hello, my name is Charlie. What's your name?"
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[b]Her eye scanned over you for a moment, and she answered, in a surprisingly British voice. [/b] Elise. L-ees. Not elis. Too many people mistake it. [b]A simple answer, for a simple question. [/b]
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[i]He gives a charismatic and speaks in a voice that makes any women who hears it swoon.[/i] "Elise is such a beautiful name, fitting for such a beautiful girl."
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[b]Her head cocks to the side in confusion. [/b] Most my face is covered by the cloth, so I [i]assume[/i] you meant my voice. Otherwise I would guess you were making comments on something less... Either way, your questions? [b]Her position remained the same. It was almost unnerving, she was completely still in almost every way, even her chest barely moved. [/b]
