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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2016 3:36:47 AM
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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.*
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"What's wrong?" [b]I thought it tasted pretty good. Almost like a sweeter version of carrots.[/b]
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*Elvis "Do you, urp, have any less mutated f-foods?"
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"Uhh... Mutfruits aren't actually mutated, but okay. Try the tatoes. They're literally just a cross between a tomato and potato."
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*Elvis "Well, whatever they are, I think they make me sick.* *She says, starting to try the mashed tatos.*
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[b]I wait to see her reaction to them. They should be okay. Even for someone who'd never eaten them in their life, it shouldn't bother her.[/b]
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*She takes a bite and they actually taste somewhat bad.* *Elvis "Okay, these aren't terrible."
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"Seriously, what is up with you and this kind of food? Try the steak. It's literally just a cow. Can't go wrong with a classic steak."
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*She eats a piece of steak, trying to hide her disgust.*
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[b]Well she failed. It was pretty obvious. What was up with this girl? This literally tasted like anything else in the Dojo.[/b] "You know you don't gotta eat it if ya don't wanna."
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*She sets her fork down.* *Elvis "Alright... It just tastes a little off to me."
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"What else would ya want to eat? I've got plenty of stuff."
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*Elvis "Like what?" *She looks at him curiously.*
