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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/3/2016 5:57:37 AM
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[i]Alon stepped in, his carmel-skin glowing healthily in contrast to his white muscle shirt and grey sweatpants. His medium figure pressed on the fabric slightly, his toned body something to look at, at least. Although, he was armed; two kards at his hip and a Five-Seven on his ribs. Looking inside curiously, he called out to the man.[/i]
Hello? Did someone call?
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"Hello, my name is Charlie. Are you Mr. Alon?"
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[i]He looked at the psychiatrist warily; this man was a professional, and he knew nothing good would come from this. Sighing, he snapped his fingers, a blinding light covering his weapons as they broke off his body like flower petals and dissipated into nothing.[/i] That would be me, yes. Just Alon, or Alonfé; the formalities irk me. Yet, I know it's important. Your name, sir? [i]He quietly took a seat, assuming that was how things worked. He'd never been to a psychiatrist; he expected some sort of mind reader, but this man looked normal. [b]Looked[/b]. The mages golden brown eyes pierced the man, scanning him over. Idly, he lifted his bionic arm to see if his short hair was still spiked at the front.[/i]
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"As I just said, my name is Charlie. Can we begin the test, Alon?"
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[i]He was hoping for a full name, but maybe that was a bit much to ask for; Charlie alone seemed a little odd to him...[/i] If it must be done, then yes. I'm ready when you are. [i]Really though, the mage wasn't. But the steeled look of no emotion and strictly business he put on was working so far, and he went with it.[/i]
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"Sorry if me only giving you my first name unsettles you. My last name is Brown. Is that better?"
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[i]His eyes narrowed, staring into his with some form of resent; he shouldn't have come.[/i] Yes. It does. Now on with the test. [i]He seemed eager to finish, his metal fingers twiddling with his real ones.[/i]
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"Okay....Where were you born?"
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/3/2016 7:04:18 AM[i]His eyes left Charlie's; sitting on the edge of his seat hunched over intently, he scanned the rest of the room.[/i] Bern, Lycian League. Known to us dimensional hoppers as Dimension 7 Sector 753. [i]Cutting off abruptly, he looked back at Charlie with a piercing glare.[/i] Next?
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"How would you describe your experiences there?"
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[i]His gaze was unmoving, facial features blank. Charlie couldn't tell if it was a façade or real; the mage had talent.[/i] Can't remember much. Started magic as a child there; self-taught, never listened to a thing those old folks said. I made my own art form, and my own rules. Bern was a place of war and peace; and that's really it. [i]The mention of war fazed him a little, obviously as a subject as a whole, but his façade was well kept as he looked the man over, searching for something.[/i] Next?
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"Do you have any family or friends that you left behind? How would you describe you relationships with them?"
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[i]Alon sighed, looking down.[/i] No family. None at all. No friends from Bern, either. And more than most of the ones I made in my travels are dead or MIA as well. Nobody, Mr. Brown, put shortly, if that's the answer you were looking for. [i]He knew he'd dislike these questions; the thought of a family made him choke a little on air, but he coughed to cover it up; still, the lump in his throat never ceased.[/i] Next?
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"How was your family before they passed away?"
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Edited by Alonfé: 10/3/2016 12:52:52 PMMage's were frowned upon in Bern culture; my parents abandoned me for my strong magical aura at birth. No siblings, no friends; save a fellow mage named Pent. I think he's still kicking. Otherwise yeah; noblood relatives, nobody. [i]These questions seemed to irk him as he sat at the edge of his seat, looking around nervously.[/i]
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"Have you made any friends here at the dojo? What are your relationships like with the people here?"
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[i]He seemed to slump a little at the mention of 'friends'.[/i] I already told you, th-... they're all dead. Even the ones I know will die too, and I'll be alone again. [i]He looked up at Charlie angrily, for some reason, and sighed.[/i] But for now: Keriks, Lance, Alyssa, and Sakuret??? Question mark? Didn't seem too fond of me, but he was welcoming enough. Keriks is one of those few that haven't left; moreso, he can't die. Lance is relatively new, but he's creative so hopefully he'll live. I doubt Alyssa's ability to survive how she is.
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"You know Alyssa?"
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Yeah, we're both mages. Met one night while I was out on a jog; had some problems over in her apartment. [i]He noticed his attention to her story, though, and his eyes narrowed in on his.[/i] Why do you ask? Or sorry; you ask the questions, don't you?
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[i]Charlie shakes his head and goes into deep thought.[/i] "Something isn't right here."
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I think you may be right; though, my story isn't the only one in need of explaining. [i]He never liked this man's aura to begin with; it was... odd. [/i] What is off to you, Mr. Brown?
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"I-I could've sworn I was talking to Alyssa a minute ago, but I can't remember the end of the conversation."
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[i]Alon didn't like it at all; was something... odd going on with these visits?[/i] Hm. What do you remember, though? Anything at all? That's quite concerning, Mr. Brown; perhaps stressed out?
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"Yeah we were leaving the room..." [i]His eyes go wide in shock.[/i] "I'm sorry, Mr Alon but I think you were just used as a distraction so someone could hurt Alyssa."
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[i]Alon stood up quickly, pulling a 40cm long dagger out from underneath his shirt. He held it in a backhand grip, looking Charlie dead in the eye.[/i] [b]What do you mean? Where is she?![/b] [i]He wanted to move out the door, to quickly move and save her; but that wouldn't save anyone if he didn't know where she'd gone.[/i]
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"I have to save her!" [i]Charlie vanishes into the air.[/i]
