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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 1:07:41 PM
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A young woman stops by expecting to get some training in and becomes slightly confused as she sees the office. She dissapointedly sighs.
"Great now what? Are we practicing psychological warfare in this room because this is just strange"
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[i]Charlie gives off a charismatic smile.[/i] "Hello, my name is Charlie. I am currently using this room to give members of the dojo a psychological test. If you sit down we can begin."
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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!"
