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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]
English
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"These kids aren't slaves...they're less than that. They're like food for Vicky's bloodlust. Also, prisoners aren't what Vicky is into. She wants more innocent lives."
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"Honestly if you don't tell her there's really no difference. It's like putting in a blindfold in bed. Whether it's a señor or señorita is kind of a mystery and doesn't really matter."
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"She knows the difference and she cares. I can't change that....I'm also kind of scared of her."
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"Once you've looked a ballista in the eye from 3 feet away most things generally find scare you. Hell my job was to drive on a motorcycle with a Spear and ram people when I served the military."
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"Yeah, well...this shotgun is kinda crazy. She obliterates f*cking everything. Sometimes I randomly find her covered in blood..."
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"Might want to invest in a storage unit. I know a guy, makes really though weapon cases. Nothing gets in or out of those things unless you want them to." [b][i]He says, handing the man a business card.[/i][/b]
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Chuck takes it and pockets it. "Thanks. Maybe I can stop killing asain kids and give them back to their dead parents."
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"Hey, it gave us Batman. Maybe it's not the worst possibility."
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"Yeah, true. Batman is cool, but these are asain kids. They're only capable of being calculators."
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"No no no no. Samurai batman. Or ninja batman more likely."
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"What's the difference? They're all asain and look exactly the same." He sighed.
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"Trust me, I've seen hot Asians and you do not know how truly wrong that statement is." [b][i]He says laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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"Yeah, but these are just kids....Maybe I should keep the females for when they grow up...."
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"No, no, no. Then you get slave uprisings and I've already started 3 of those in the past month. It's really not fun for anyone involved so unless you want to end up like the last guy, by which I mean in a wood chipper, I'd recommend you didn't."
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"Bah! Fine. I'll let them go then." He sighed. "It'll be better this way. They beg for food too much."
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"And I've heard becoming fertilizer is really it fun, especially since bone is pretty hard to break. And you don't want to know what I mean by heard."
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"Yeah yeah! I get it. You can leave now. Goodbye!" Chuck waved Leon off.
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[spoiler]This'll be hilarious.[/spoiler] [i]The door into the new office opened as a particularly.. different resident entered.[/i] [i]The newcomer was a feminine figure, her body tall at a height of five feet and ten inches, while she was lean yet maintained a curvaceous frame. The woman was young, yet approached a seat with such a nobility of a queen, yet one could tell that she wasn't a complete bitch, funnily enough. Electric yellow eyes vibrantly gleamed and looked at Chuck with a calmed glare, dark curls of deep brown hair tangled to the sides of her head.[/i] [i]She bore no forms of weaponry. Just a bright blue jacket, a tank top underneath and a striped, white skirt, with dress shoes for the occasion. The woman sat down, spinning in her chair and letting out childish "Woo!"s before looking at Chuck with a mischievous smile.[/i] "...Hello there."
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He chuckled at her antics and smiled at her in a friendly manner with no malisciousness. "Hello there, Miss. I'm Chuck White. You are?"
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"Meredith. And don't use pleasantries, those are.. incredibly dull. Plus everyone that I've ever met that uses "sir" and "ma'am" is a suck-up little bitch that would shoot whoever commands them just for a promotion, some credits in their bank account, or a woman to warm their bed at night. Or man, whatever their preference is. -Oh, forgive me! Rambling. I heard that you were a psychologist or something of the sort?" [i]Meredith was a talker, if anything could be seen of her - while she probably worked or assisted a military effort, concerning her odd example during her explanation. That, and she was vulgar and energetic.[/i]
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"I wouldn't mind a warm body in bed with me at night....Yes, I am a psychiatrist. I printed out my degree just an hour ago." He kept smiling across the desk at her. "Would you please tell me a little about yourself?"
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"[i]You wouldn't, hmm?[/i] But about me.. [i]ugh[/i], I'm boring. Sorry.." [i]Meredith giggled a little to herself.[/i] "Well. I'm an artificial intelligence that was designed for stealth operations, gathering intel on select targets, and releasing extremely potent viruses. Until everything went to Hell, and I took control of a highly classified android: codename Meredith. It's.. well, pretty neat. Built to remodel itself into whatever shape that the controlling mind wishes."
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"Really? So, you can change chest size at will? I bet more woman wish they had that ability." He chuckled.
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"Oh, [i]how I can[/i].. honestly, that was the first thing that I thought of. Y'know, bооbs, then "Hey, this is useful outside of looking like a supermodel slüt!". Spy stuff 'n all. And, well.. I [i]can[/i] technically look like whoever you'd like. Though I suppose this form is fine? ...Enough about me, handsome. What about you, Dr. White?" [i]Meredith laughed a little.[/i]
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Chuck smirked and shrugged. "That form is perfect and I'm sorry, but this exam is not about me. It's about you, but flattering me is allowed." He chuckled lightly. "Tell me a little about these forms you can take."
