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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/6/2016 1:33:45 AM
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[u][i]"...Socialization."[/i][/u]
[u][i]Dojoville, Random Café[/i][/u]
[i][u]1:31 PM, Tuesday[/u][/i]
[u][i]Irina S. Eilizia[/i][/u]
[i]As the snow fell from the grey skies and covered the concrete streets of the city of Dojoville, civilians bristled into the buildings that lined the streets of the large town, cars and trucks passing through as the masses carried onwards with their daily lives, the ice freezing over windows and the earth itself. It was a regular day, really - and Irina absolutely hated it. [/i]
[i]Sitting idly outside of a café whole checking a light silver pendant that also served as a watch, Irina sighed, her breath fading away into the air as more snow fell from the skies. She was completely unharmed, and not exactly in the mood for any sort of combat at all. Wrapped around her thin body was her classic dark leather longcoat, with a white thread buttoned up shirt underneath that, a handkerchief protruding from the neckpiece of the outfit itself. A dark, well-mannered cape was draped over Irina's left shoulder, probably to signify some sort of importance, or possibly for style. Leather gauntlets and wool boots hide away her hands and feet, concealing them from the cold in similar fashion to the leather fabric pants she wore alongside the outfit. And, to top off Irina's signature outfit - a black tricorne hat, the feather of a pure white pigeon protruding from the back of it. [/i]
[i]Irina was currently waiting outside, as after an intense argument with the manager, she wasn't allowed inside, as she would have "scared away customers". Instead, she was waiting for her waiter to come around with a warm cup of hot coffee outside, a frozen umbrella above her head as she sat at a black iron table, Irina herself taking up one of the four chairs. She hoped that someone - anyone, from that psychotic Russian Jason to the augmented cowboy John "JT" (She personally refused to call him John.), to the famed Deity, or perhaps even Quincy. Irina didn't mind at all who came around, but she wasn't going to be starting shit up.[/i]
((Open for some social interaction with everyone's favorite Vileblood.))
((I'd prefer if it remains social, to be honest.))
((Unfortunately, no shit will be pulled. ._.
Let's just get going.))
English
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"...OKAY could I wear your hat? Deity was telling me ALL about it and it actually looks AMAZING on you! [i]Also, it would make me feel like a pirate....[/i]"
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[u]"...My hat? Thanks for the compliment, and...okay. Sure."[/u] [i]While the hat was a precious item to Irina indeed, she could let go of it for a few minutes, although she had the thing for about ten years now. Taking it off of her head, her light blonde hair, which was tied back in a ponytail, was revealed as she handed the hat to Anne, a smile upon her face.[/i] [u]"Just be careful, it...it's special, I guess."[/u]
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"Oh my god yesssss." Anne put the hat delicately atop her head. And it oddly enough complimented her fiery Amber hair. She pulled up a seat, and sat down to the side of the table closest to Irina. "So...what are you up to then?"
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"Oh my god yesssss." Anne put the hat delicately atop her head. And it oddly enough complimented her fiery Amber hair. She pulled up a seat, and sat down to the side of the table closest to Irina. "So...what are you up to then?"
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[u]"Oh, nothing much. I guess Deity told you that I joined his lil'...well, don't know what you'd call it."[/u] [i]Irina referred to the group that she, the Deity himself, and Rorek were a part of - something about making the world a better place? Irina didn't remember too many details, and still questioned why he recruited her in the first place.[/i]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 12/6/2016 10:52:01 PM"That he did! That he did. I'm pretty sure it's a private military in all honesty.... But he's really not trying to use that word. But right now I think it's You, Rorek, Him,, some blind gal, and I think a sociopath? Ya he's just picking up everyone these days! But I suppose it doesn't matter what your background is. He came back from a very.... Dark...place."
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[u]"Blind gal? Please don't tell me that Marcia joined."[/u] [i]Marcia was the only "blind gal" that Irina knew, and she had begun to like her somewhat. Yes, Marcia would be capable of doing good things for the world - alongside the additional power-stealing and her greedy nature, of course. And alongside that, Marcia was still eighteen, so Irina considered her a child. She'd be a little fearful if she joined.[/i]
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Alpha walked up, dressed in a black T-shirt, sleeveless vest, and khaki colored slacks "Howdy"
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[u]"Good to see you, kiddo. It's...been a while."[/u] [i]Irina waved Alpha over to her - although she didn't understand why he was wearing the clothing he wore in the middle of winter. She didn't mind too much, though.[/i] [i]Pulling out a seat for him, she motioned for Alpha to sit with her - probably to chat.[/i]
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He didn't mind the cold, his fur bristled out on his arms, and his left leg was purely prosthetic, so that didn't matter either. "Good to see you too" She noticed his leg was new, and that he walked slightly more stiffly than before, and that his hands looked like they'd been patched up, the pad in the middle of each palm having been replaced with a synthetic He sat down
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[u]"Damn. Did something happen, Al? You don't look too good."[/u] [i]Irina stared a little at Alpha's synthetics, as she didn't exactly know how he had gotten them in the first place. It had definitely been a while...[/i]
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"Well, when you piss of Treyman, and he gets his cowboy pal to do his dirty work for him, you don't end up doing so well." He said flatly, trying to ignore your stares "Anyhow, what've you been up to besides causing mass chaos in dojoville?"
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[u]"JT? Don't give him a hard time, he's not that bad. Dealing with a lot of shit right now."[/u] [i]Yes, JT. Irina actually thinks that way.[/i] [i]And in truth, she did - after trying to get him drunk and other encounters, she figured that he had been dealing with a lot of stuff at the moment. Irina knew that feeling well.[/i] [u]"And no. No mass chaos, though I heard some shit about people searching for me, some riots specifically about me and the Dojo. It's hilarious."[/u]
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"Well, you know, I'm a little pissed since he shot my sister..." he said, and an edge entered his voice "Otherwise I kinda pity him, since Treyman used him as his bitch to do it since he couldn't face me himself"
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[u]"Hey. He probably had a reason, no need to call him shit over it."[/u] [i]Insults had begun to piss off Irina recently. No matter if it was to her or to someone else...talking shit behind someone's back was a big no-no.[/i]
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"For shooting me? he had all the reason. For shooting an innocent civillian who is also -blam!-ing fifteen, there is no reason" Alpha didn't care, you could tell he only cared that JT pay, one way or another
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[u]"Look - I don't support the innocent part, okay? But I'm pretty sure he had a damn good reason for the first. Now, chill the hell out. It's the past, just let it go Alpha. Or you'll end up like...like me."[/u] [i]Irina fell silent, sighing before she leaned back against her iron chair. She knew she couldn't change Alpha, but she'd at least try.[/i]
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"I'm afriad that's a little late, even Mom couldn't change me" Strange. He always said his parents were dead
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[u]"...Mom?"[/u] [i]Irina didn't believe what she was hearing - a mom, for someone like Alpha? It brought her hope.[/i]
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"I...guess I didn't tell you, what with all that went down...." he leaned back "You know that huge ship parked outside the outskirts of Dojoville? The woman who owns it, Ry, took in me, my sister, and some child, named Nada" he breathed out "I couldn't be more grateful....I....its just, with the big target on my back....I'm scared it's gonna come back to hurt me....if you see JT, please ask him to let them go...please"
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[u]"Hey, hey...it'll be fine. I'll talk to him, okay?"[/u] [i]As much as Irina disliked the situation in general, she'd still be willing to throw herself into it if she knew she could end it. Perhaps simply conversing with JT would end the entire affair.[/i] [u]"So since that's over with...[/u] [u]Anything...new?"[/u]
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He sighed "Thanks.....not much.....other than my sister is pregnant"
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*Vorim slowly approaches, wearing his full suit of combat armor as well as his solar pulse rifle and pistol. He slowly and silently moves the chair across from her, sitting down. Two 50 cal. bullets hover behind his back as his eyes glow blue through his visor. He looks at her, it's clear he's a little afraid.* [spoiler]Fine. I'm pm banned so why not?[/spoiler]
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[i]Eyeing the bullets with a smirk, Irina chuckled quietly to herself, before she began speaking in her ever-so familiar Italian accent. She thought it was funny - even when completely unarmed, people still came around with tools of destruction. Then again, she could still pull off some things.[/i] [u]"Why all the armor? I know it's cold, and I know I'm not exactly the best person, but..."[/u] [i]She smirked, before continuing.[/i] [u]"...Eh, I don't mind too much. At least you came prepared if something went to hell, right?[/u] [u]Anything you want in particular? Heard this place has really good hot chocolate..."[/u]
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*His voice was firm and serious. He didn't stutter like normal and she can tell that he's angry as well. He speaks in his thick unique Sphirinian accent.* [u][b]Well you tried to kill my girlfriend or boyfriend. And apparently you want to kill me too for god knows why... I don't even know why I'm here but I should be prepared if you try anything.[/b][/u]
