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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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Chuck leaned back in the booth seat and sighed while running a hand through his hair. "I know of plenty of people you could hire, but now I'm wondering if you brought me here just for the knowledge I have about the people here at the Dojo."
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"That.. wasn't the plan, actually.." [i]Meredith didn't seem angry at Chuck for saying that. Uncomfortable, maybe even surprised, were the right words to describe her reaction.[/i] "So you.. think I'm just using you for info? I thought that people talked about nicer things 'n had a good time on dates, not use each other."
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Edited by Stitch: 7/25/2017 2:03:29 AM"I'm sorry for accussing you. I'm just not used to be people being kind to me without wanting something like info or spy work." Chuck sighed, looking a little down because he accused her. "We should be happy and cheerful on a date. That's what they're meant for. Fun."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 7/25/2017 2:13:56 AM"Hey, hey. Forget about those people. I'm not mad, Chuck.." [i]Meredith got up to actually sit next to Chuck in the next booth, wrapping her arm around him and biting her lip before speaking.[/i] "It's fine. I know what you mean, people seeming.. [i]too nice[/i], when they want something. I've dealt with those types before, you just have to deal with them and move on." [i]Meredith was plotting though, if Chuck tried to cuck her. Hue hue.[/i]
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He leaned on her slightly and smiled a little, happy to have someone at least acting like they care. "Thank you, Meredith. You're too kind. Dinner is on me tonight. Now, why don't we move onto something more happy?"
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"Well... This is new." Steven walked towards Chuck. "I'm guessing you're a conman of some sort?" He studied Chuck's aura, trying to decide if he looked even remotely trustworthy.
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"Nah! I'm no conman! I'm a psychiatrist." A printer nearby prints out a psychology degree. "See?"
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"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." Steve sits down. "Should I start telling you my life story then?"
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"F*ck no. I don't gi-I mean, sure. Yeah, let's start there." He yawned and sat back in his seat. "Were you born a poor black child?"
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Steven laughed. "Naw. I was made in a lab about..." He did a quick finger count. "Nine-hundred thousand years ago? Give or take a couple thousand? I lost track."
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"Lab rat? You like Mewtwo or some sh*t? Hey, do you telekinesis? It's a cool power. Also, since you were made in a lab does that mean you can't reproduce? That sucks."
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"Um... First I'm not a pokemon. Second, yes I have telekinesis. Third, I can reproduce if I choose to." He laughed.
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"Wait, do you mean that by your gender fluid or something? Or that you can't have normal sex?" Chuck chuckled.
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"... I'm bot answering that." Steve looked uncomfortable now, pulling his hat down to hide his glowing silver eyes.
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Chuck laughed hard. "Oh my god! Are you not able to put out?! Hahaha! That sucks for you!"
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"Didn't say that either. I can reproduce same way as a human if I want to, I just haven't had reason to."
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"So you're a lonely virgin?...Loser...." He snickered. "Is that why you came here? I can't help with that.:
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[spoiler]Hmmmm... Nomad or Cannon... Or Steven?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Who do you want made fun of?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Steven it is. He may be able to give Chuck a run for his money in that.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ha! No. I'm sorry for any mean comments, but this is all a joke.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I meant as far as making fun of each other. Not combat.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I know[/spoiler]
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"Eh.. i dont see how i need this but okay.."says Sylvie [i]Sylvie stood there unsure why she had to do cause she really didn't see the point. She was a lot taller than him as she stood at 7'6" in height. She had grey skin with strange tattooed markings covering a good part of her body. She had long purple hair with bright purple eyes. She was wearing a purple tank top and black shorts with no shoes no at all. Sylvie hated to wearing shoes they were uncomfortable to her.[/i] [spoiler]this should be good.[/spoiler]
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"Why no shoes? Foot fetish?" He chuckled. "Hello, Miss. Ready for the exam?"
