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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/31/2016 11:52:41 PM
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Q had set up a quiet New Years Party in the room he found earlier, and was playing cello for anyone who attended. There were snacks and drinks out, specifically non-alcoholic eggnog, Pepsi, Cherry-Coke, water, lemonade, and some mystery punch. Snacks include whatever snack someone brings. Q was dressed in his white sleeveless tunic and white wool shorts.
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What happened to you?
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"A friend with plasma blades and PTSD...anyway...what brings you to my little party?"
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Heard there would be a certain vampire here...
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler]
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"Please...save any fights or killing for later....we've had enough death this year...And I heard what you did to Omega...its rather...sickening...Its the equivalent of cutting my tail off and boasting about it." as he says this he hugs his tail.
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Not fighting him. And what happened needed to be done to teach him a lesson. I could've did a lot worse to her you know?
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"She's innocent, and you gave her a reason to hate the Dojo..."
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Kari was innocent too. And I warned Ian before I did it and he didn't listen.
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"Ian is a villain. What does that make you? Heroes arent supposed to stoop to that level." he said, re-tuning his cello.
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I'm no hero. And I don't claim to be one. But I'm definitely not a villain either. Guess that just makes me awesome. Not evil without a reason, and I'm not a goody two shoes hero.
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[spoiler]I guess that's pretty dank.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yep[/spoiler]
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He sighs, knowing this isn't going anywhere. "So. Anything interesting happen that doesn't involve crazy crap?" At that moment, the little pup he got for christmas crawls into the room. "Ba!"
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This thing keeps wanting fed every 2 seconds so I steal food from Sketch.
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He looks at the little thing, picking her up when she walks close. "When'd you get her? She's like 5 months old so duh, she needs the food."
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I got her at Christmas.
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She holds her arms out, reaching for Tubbs. "Ba!" Q looks at her curiously. "Huh...did you ask for a pup?"
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No. I asked for a Slim Jim.
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"Well, you got a pup.. Do you know how to take care of a pup?" he asks, beginning to grow concerned.
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I'll wing it.
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He's now DEFINITELY concerned. "That's not how you take care of a child...This isnt an ABC movie you know...What have you been feeding her?"
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Cookies.
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His eyebrows went up. "Please tell me they don't have chocolate in them..."
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Idk if they do. Whatever Sketch has laying around.
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"Huh...Well, if its Sketch's food..." He shakes his head a little. "I dunno man...If she has any problems, let me know. I raised a litter of wolf cubs when I was ten so i know how pups work."
