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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Stitch:
7/17/2017 7:15:37 PM
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[u][i][b]HE'S BACK[/b][/i][/u]
[spoiler]Because I need to relieve stress......[/spoiler]
"Chuck is back, b*tches!"
A generic white, business man sat at a desk in a room in the Dojo, waiting for members to come in for their "required" psychological test.
"I don't got all day! Get yo *ss in here, sit down and prepare to get deflower-I mean, have a nice conversation where we talk about your feelings."
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]God have mercy on my soul.
*Drinks bottle of vodka in preparation*[/spoiler]
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"You're thinking of lust. Love is much much more than that....Also, watch out for that Bedlam kid. I know I'm a jack*ss that shouldn't be trusted, but at least I'm not a chaos manipulator like he is." Chuck sighed. "Please get the full spectrum if you're going to stay here."
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Cyra narrowed her eyes slightly at Chuck. [i]"... talk shit about Bedlam again, and I'll cook you alive inside this office."[/i] The angry tone soon dissipated, and Cyra went back to normal. [i]"Then what's the difference between love and lust?"[/i]
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"One. You have to realize he's bad for you. He's evil. His father's name was Lucifer for god's sake. Two. Lust is just the want of sex. Love is having a need to be with someone. To make them happy. To be willing to sacrifice everything just for them....It's a lot."
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Cyra shrugged. [i]"Alright, won't involve myself with him, then. Whatever. ... that sounds like a weakness, if I am to be honest. It also sounds as though it has absolutely nothing to do with a psychological exam."[/i]
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"If you love him then you're lying about not involving yourself with him. Love is a strength, not a weakness. Love gives hope, happiness, and let's you know there's someone you can count on no matter how bad it gets."
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[i]"Who said I loved anybody? I only said that I was capable of feeling the emotion. I don't believe I've found anybody I truly... 'love'. There was once a person I thought that I could count on, regardless of the circumstances. This person, I might've loved. And then he died."[/i] Cyra smiled bitterly. [i]"Want to know how? He shoved his own neck down upon a vertical spike."[/i]
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"Ouch! Sorry, assumed Bedlam programming love into you meant you loved him....Wait, did you just take my word that someone was evil without any evidence or seeing both sides?"
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[i]"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"[/i] Now, Cyra was simply being sarcastic–a trait she believed to be much more useful than romantic ones. [i]"Anyways, enough about Bedlam. I'm beginning to doubt your credibility as a psychiatrist, truly. What's the next actual question?"[/i]
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"You obviously don't get psychology because you're one of the few I'm being real with.... How many friends have you made here?"
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[i]"Being real about psychology with an AI, hmm? How many friends I've made? ... well, none."[/i] She wasn't even ashamed to admit it.
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"You see the problem, don't you? You're in need of help. A lot of help. I suggest you get all emotions and try to make some friends."
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[i]"No, I think I'm good. Don't need friends to save my ass if nothing can kill me."[/i] Cyra was honestly starting to get a little ticked off, but was careful not to let that show.
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"That's not why you need friends...." He sighed in defeat and rested his head on his desk, mumbling. "You're failing horribly...."
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Cyra rolled her eyes. [i]"I'm an AI, what did you expect? Anyways, does that mean I can leave now?"[/i]
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"That means you should be put on watch....Yeah, fine. Leave. Hopefully you'll learn." He sighed again.
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[i]"Learn?"[/i] Cyra snorted. [i]"Please. I'm a computer, no matter how you spin it."[/i] With that, she stood, turning to leave.
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"Please, just get help. Even if it's Bedlam's." He picked his head up off his desk and sat back in his chair.
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"Ouch! Sorry, assumed Bedlam programming love into you meant you loved him....Wait, did you just take my word that someone was evil without any evidence or seeing both sides?"
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"Ouch! Sorry, assumed Bedlam programming love into you meant you loved him....Wait, did you just take my word that someone was evil without any evidence or seeing both sides?"
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"Ouch! Sorry, assumed Bedlam programming love into you meant you loved him....Wait, did you just take my word that someone was evil without any evidence or seeing both sides?"
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[spoiler]first thing I've replied too that wasn't my plot in a long time[/spoiler] The door opened, and an incredibly tall figure stepped through the doorway. He was ashen haired, had bright blue eyes and a pale face like the snow. His face was scared and he wore a cast on his arm as he entered. "I...was told to come here?" Cain asked the man.
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Charles smiled over at the man and gestured to the seat across his desk. "Just take a seat, Sir. I'm Chuck White. You are?"
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/17/2017 10:38:27 PM"I am Cain." The ashen haired man told Chuck as he sat down in the chair. "I...am not sure what this is. What is a phycological test?"
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"I'm not completely sure. I only printed my degree an hour ago." He gestured to a nearby printer with a degree in psychology sticking out.
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/17/2017 10:48:21 PM"I uh...yes. Of course. I am sure that you are credible enough." Cain told the man surprisingly.
