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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/2/2017 7:41:32 PM
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[i]He would find himself an audience soon, really.[/i]
[i]Entering the room was a young woman - the same that he had seen before, except...different. Her synthetic body was tightly compacted within a black uniform, delicately designed with golden and silver symbols, foreign in design. Her hair was tied into a tight, blonde bonnet, while the skin that covered her skull was a light tan in color: she looked young, oddly enough, yet walked with a professional tone. [/i]
[i]As Dim hummed to himself, the woman merely looked up at him and sighed, before beginning to unbind the old man from the table: Dim realized that he had been tied down by poorly strapped leather, tight enough to hold him yet weak enough to be cut by the woman's small blade, which she held in her hand. Once done, she sat down next to Dim, using a small chair next to the bed to do so.[/i]
"...If you like, I can bring you your instruments, sir. And listen to your song, if...that would help you."
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[i]Dim let out a melancholy chuckle, before shaking his head and waving his hand dismissively.[/i] "Trust me, my dear. You do not want to hear a song that is not yet complete. Even then, however, it still may not reach your expectations." [i]Dim opened his eyes and gazed upon his savior. His eyes held a certain softness to them and he smiled warmly.[/i] "Are you an angel?" [i]Dim's eyebrows furrowed and creased formed on his forehead. Suddenly, he was overtook by a look of worry. He gazed around to observe the room he was in.[/i] "Am I...dead?"
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"...I do not know much about music, sir. I...don't receive education about music at all, shamefully enough. Though I would help, if I could." [i]Upon hearing Dim's first question, the woman meekly giggled, her hands held together tightly: they were gloved, and stained with blood, as if she was the one who had stitched and healed him. Indeed, his arm was stitched, a scar remaining from the mutilation that he had committed.[/i] [i]Upon his second question, she looked considerably worried, as she once more shook her head.[/i] "No sir, you...are not dead. It seems that I...stopped the bleeding, for the moment anyhow." [i]Dim was currently within a very futuristic room, perhaps a med-bay or something of the sort. The walls were a pure, plain white color, with drawers filled with medical supplies and cabinets filled with vials. A table and computer was in the back, next to a small bed in the wall - the woman's bed - which had a plain white cover and pillow. Stairs lead up to a different area, while the floor was a pearly white stone, perhaps ceramic.[/i] "I am an android that goes by 17O, least...that is my identification. I usually go by Olive - I don't believe that I know your name, sir."
