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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]
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"Can you...shoot lightning?"
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"Not currently. My staff is broken and needs repairing."
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"Darn. Can you do anything without the staff?"
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[i]The arctic fox creature, known as Quincy, continued on through the halls until spotting this peculiar man in a suit. He had seen men in suits before, in a large town of some sort with spiralling towers. He decided to follow the strange suit man around as he held discussions with the various fighters. [/i]
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[i]The man just kept sitting in his chair.[/i]
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[i]the creature shifts into an anthropomorphic form and knocks on the door[/i] Hello? Someone said everyone was supposed to find their way to this office soo...
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[i]A woman slowly approached the desk, a calm and collected expression on her.. blue face. She grinned, sitting down before the desk, brushing a stand of lengthy, pure white hair out of her face. She, like I mentioned before, had a light blue skin, with long, white hair that reached to her lower back, the bangs draping over her two shoulders. Her eyes were a fiery orange, with midnight black sclera and pupils as dark as the pure absence of light. Her face was pretty, with its thin cheekbones, feminine jawline, and puffy, night sky blue lips. She was currently wearing just a white T-shirt that was just a little too small, making it hug her curves just a lil'. On her legs, she wore a simple, light pink shirt that reached to her knees, the rim being rather frilly. [/i] "I heard there was a test thingy? My name is Leif Thornsburrow.."
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[i]Across the desk is a young, extremely attractive brunette with a hint of a french accent.[/i] "Hello, my name is Charlotte. Today you will be taking a test on your mental state. Ready?"
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 10/3/2016 8:08:03 AM[i]A blush spread across Leif's cheeks, the grin growing into a smile; she was slightly embarrassed by how she already found the woman opposite of her.. pretty. Leif's own accent was slightly Irish, giving her voice a unique sound,[/i] "Ah, okay. I'm ready as can be, Miss Charlotte.. Beautiful name, by the way."
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[i]Charlotte smiles.[/i] "Why thank you, Miss Thornsburrow." [i]Her voice becomes extremely seductive.[/i] "Want to start the test?"
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[i]The seductive voice only made Leif more flustered. She started to stumble over there words, just talking incoherent stuff - something that only made her blush even more. She then went silent, giving a small nod. [/i]
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Edited by Cthulhu Agent: 10/3/2016 7:12:20 PM[i]Charlotte's voice started to become swoon worthy.[/i] "Are you okay, Miss Thornsburrow? Do you need some...[u]special treatment[/u]?"
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"S-Special t-t-t-treatment..? W-What does that en-e-entail..?" [i]She nervously stuttered in response, her hands pushing her skirt down in between her legs. [/i]
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[i]Charlotte sighs and stops with the innuendo's.[/i] "You. Me. This table. No clothes. Sound good?"
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[i]Leif's eyes fly wide open, her cheeks somehow getting even redder and warmer. She then gulped, slowly nodding. [/i] "T-There's s-s-something you should k-know, though.."
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"You have a d**k? What is it?" [i]Charlotte has already gotten her blouse off.[/i]
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[i]Leif very shyly nodded in confirmation, her own, slender hands sitting idly at the rim of her white T-shirt.. She was afraid to get yelled at, really. [/i]
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"Really? Well, I don't mind. Lets see it."
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[spoiler]We should take this to PM.. Or timeskip. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nah, just reply back with her starting and...something will happen.[/spoiler]
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[i]Leif gave a slow nod, pushing her chair back, and slowly moving her hands to the rim of her skirt.. which was currently pitching a tent. [/i]
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[i]Leif gave a slow nod, pushing her chair back, and slowly moving her hands to the rim of her skirt.. which was currently pitching a tent. [/i]
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[i]Leif gave a slow nod, pushing her chair back, and slowly moving her hands to the rim of her skirt.. which was currently pitching a tent. [/i]
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[i]As Charlotte begins to go over to Leif and help undress her Charlie poofs out of nowhere looking extremely angry.[/i] "NO! F*CK YOU! THIS IS MY OFFICE, CHARLOTTE!" [i]He flips the desk and points at Leif.[/i] "YOU F*CKING LEAVE!" [i]He points at Charlotte.[/i] "YOU STAY!" [i]Charlotte smirks.[/i] "Do you mean f*ck me literally? Oh you incest loving pervert...."
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[i]Leif literally fell off her chair, hitting the ground with a loud thud. She then scrambled to her feet, and quite literally ran out of the same door Charlie just entered through. Once outside, the halfbreed didn't stop running, her face still as red as a tomato, her hands covering her chest in embarrassment. [/i]
