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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 12:02:58 PM
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[i]Only watching her silently was a six foot three foot tall woman, with long, light blonde hair, which was tied back in a long ponytail and hanging behind her back, her face strikingly pale, with high cheekbones and a small nose. The woman had crystal-like eyes, which stared eerily towards Frisky, although she seemed rather confused. The garb she wore consisted of a tricorne hat with a pure white pigeon feather protruding from the back, alongside a light dark grey long coat with a bloodied shirt and a handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece. The woman's gloves were buttoned together, while her boots were laced up.
Some would know this woman as murder. Traitor. [u]Vileblood.[/u][/i]
[i]Irina.[/i]
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[b]She realized quickly that the woman was staring at her, and half walked, half crawled over to her. She was very blatantly stoned off her gourd, as usual. She looked very happy, a huge smile on her face.[/b] "Hi there! I know who you are! Almost everybody hates you! Not me, though! I don't judge for mass murder! Unless I'm in that murder, then I judge. It's nice to finally meecha!"
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[i]Irina immediately squinted her eyes, now legitimately confused. She took a couple of steps back, and while she wasn't exactly armed...well, she was good with her fists. It wasn't like she could converse back with Frisky or tell her to back off, she was mute. So Irina wasn't gonna have too much of a good time, or at least, she thought she wouldn't.[/i]
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"Oh wait! I forgot! You can't talk! Hold on! I can do something..." [b]She pulls a notepad and pen from seemingly nowhere, and holds it out for Irina to take. She was determined to talk to her.[/b]
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[i]Irina took it slowly, alongside the pen, and simply stared at it for a moment before beginning to write. She held out the paper for Frisky to see.[/i] [b]Who are you? What do you want with me?[/b] [i]A look of anger was across Irina's face, as she was getting slightly angry at this...woman. Mostly because she was annoying, mostly because she didn't have time for this.[/i]
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"Well, I wanted to see what you were actually like! I don't believe the other people when they say you're mean! I don't believe anybody in stuff like that! I like to form my own... Opinions! That's the word! On stuff! People are wrong about others most of the time!"
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[b]But I AM a murderer. A heartless killer. Do you not fear me? Do you not have hatred in your heart for MY kind?[/b] [i]Irina wrote all of this down surprisingly neatly, and was honestly getting angry at Frisky...[/i]
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"Your kind? You mean the Vilebloods? Well, no! Why would I? I don't hate anybody! That wouldn't be very nice! And I like being nice. It helps people feel better! And I like helping people feel better! Even people everyone else hates! Because hating someone because everyone else does isn't right! And I know you're a murderer, but I don't see how that makes you any less of a person. Why shouldn't you be able to be able to feel good like everyone else?"
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[i]Irina actually stopped writing this time. Mostly out of confusion. Her naturally pale face became even paler, as she had never met someone that was associated with the Dojo and knew of her actions, yet treated her with...kindness? She went back to writing once more.[/i] [b]...So what, you would like to be...friends?[/b] [i]Irina would play this game. And she knew she would win.[/i]
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"Well, yeah. I wanna be everybody's friend! Even those one guys over on that plateau over there! I heard they're not to nice, though. But, yeah, I wanna be friends!" [b]Frisky was unaware of the fact that there was anything that might have been going on in Irina's head, and even if she was, she would probably think the game was an actual game.[/b]
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[i]A slight grin made its way across the pale face of the Vileblood, and she began writing once again. She held it out for Frisky to see what she has written once more.[/i] [b]Fine, fine. We can be friends.[/b]
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"Yay! Today is good!" [b]Frisky smiles back at her, clueless as to what, if anything, she has planned.[/b] "Hey, I have a question for you. Have you ever taken drugs before? Anything at all?"
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[i]Irina slowly shook her head, smirking at the question. She drunk alcohol, occasionally smoked, and mass murdered, but she never used drugs. She never found a specific use for them in the first place, to say the least.[/i]
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"Well... Would you like to try some? I've got plenty! And don't worry, I've got a different thing that negates bad effects! I don't use it, of course. Takes all the fun away from it!"
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[i]The Vileblood only closed her eyes and sighed, her hands retreated to her pockets. After a moment, she looked back at Frisky, nodding her head as her light blue eyes opened once more. There was a first time for everything, it seemed.[/i]
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"Okaaaay... What would you like? I have absolutely everrrrryyyyyything! All the good stuff!"
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[i]Irina only shrugged, beginning to write once more.[/i] [b]I don't really know drugs, to be honest. I haven't used them at all in my life. It's your choice.[/b]
