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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2016 2:26:54 AM
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*Elvis "I'm just looking for something... Ah, here it is!"
*She holds out a rock for you to take.*
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[b]I gingerly take the rock. I examine it, wondering if it was just a rock, or if it was some sort of death-rock that summoned Lovecraftian horrors from the fifth dimension.[/b] "What exactly is it?"
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[quote]Lovecraftian[/quote] Eyyy
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*Elvis "IT'S A ROCK!!!" *She shrieks while giving him a warm smile.*
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"Uhh... Yeah. Okay. I appreciate it? Umm..." [b]I am thoroughly confused at this point. What the hell was her deal with that rock? I guess it's better not to question it.[/b] "Hmm... What do you wanna do? I'm a little bored, and target practice doesn't seem to viable."
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*Elvis "You're welcome dad." *It comes out as a low mumble for some reason. But then she goes back to speaking normally.* *Elvis "I don't know... I'm BOOORRRRRRRRRED!"
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"Uhh... Are you hungry? I could cook something up really fast... I've heard I'm a really damn good cook." [b]That was mostly from Alice. Damn it... Gitta stop thinking about her. Gotta move on. I have Elvis now.[/b]
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*Elvis "I'm always hungry! Bring me many of the food!"
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"Heh. Come with me." [b]I began to walk towards my room. I was gonna cook her the best goddamn meal ever.[/b]
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*She follows him, zig-zagging left to right as she walks.*
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[b]We reach my room, and I open the door. The walls are plastered with NCR propaganda, posters and the like. I go straight over to the stove, and get to work.[/b] "I've only got one rule. Don't touch the mannequin in the corner with the beret and armor, got it?"
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Edited by Skatch142: 11/7/2016 3:34:18 AM*Elvis turns to look towards the mannequin. She feels the overwhelming urge to touch it as she starts approaching it.* *Elvis "Now I'm going to touch it!"
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"Just... Just don't destroy the beret. It's the only thing I have left from my First Recon days. If you destroy it so help me god..."
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*She falls over onto the ground twitching, doing all she possibly can to resist the urge to take a bite out of the beret.*
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[b]I swear to God if she's even thinking about destroying that beret... There will be punishments. She could like wear it or some shit and I wouldn't mind, but destroying it was another matter.[/b]
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*She's still twitching on the ground, fighting her own body which is practically screaming for her to destroy it.*
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"If you destroy the beret we will have problems. Very bad problems."
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*Elvis "Urk, ack!" *Both her mind and body stop fighting and start wondering how he hasn't noticed that she's lying on the ground twitching like she's having a seizure.*
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[b]I was so focused on my damn cooking I didn't notice my new daughter having a seizure on the floor. I turn around quickly.[/b] "Holy shit!" [b]I kneel down beside her.[/b] "Are you okay?"
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*Elvis "I-I... Yeah... Trying not to... Urrggg... Destroy the... B-Beret!" *She starts shaking again, her body remembering that it's trying to do the opposite of what he says.*
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"Uh... Here, sit in this chair." [b]I pull a chair over from the side of the room. I take a holotape player from my pocket and hand it to her. It has Red Menace loaded.[/b] "Play on this until dinner is ready, okay?"
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*She nods weakly, somehow managing to lose before she even makes the tiny Vault Boy take a step.* *Elvis "Aww..." *She aces the second attempt, moving to the next level.*
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[b]It took around ten more minutes for me to cook dinner. I played it, and drug a table over to where Elvis was. I sat her plate down, and mine. I pulled a chair up. The dinner was Brahmin steak with sautéed mutfruit and mashed tatoes.[/b]
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*She looks at the food, a little put off by the dulled, dirty looking colors.*
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[b]I take a bite out of mine. I didn't think the colors were too dull. The tatoes were red, the steak was brown, the mutfruit was purple.[/b]
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*She hesitantly takes a bite of mutfruit, suddenly putting a napkin up to her mouth as she coughs, spitting it out.*
