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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/18/2017 5:32:29 PM
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"Guess I'm special, then? And [i]mostly[/i] as a joke? Damn, you're actually pretty cool.. we should hang out sometime."
[i]Meredith pointed out, landing on the chair again with a brief "Oof!" as she leaned back.[/i]
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He chuckled an nodded. "Sounds like a date. I think I've gotten what I can from this test. You can leave from the door you entered from whenever you like. I won't force you to leave."
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"You sure? Alright.. what time, and where? I mean, I [i]could[/i] hack into cameras and stalk you to see when 'n where, but that's so boring." [i]Meredith rose up after a moment, gripping the seat of the chair with clipped, light blue fingernails, waiting for Chuck's response.[/i]
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"Whenever you want, sugar. Where ever you want as well. If you have no opinion, 6 at the Dojo bar wouldn't be bad." He started to get busy with papers on his desk.
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"Alright.. I'll see you there, handsome. Don't get caught up in any trouble with the locals, k?" [i]Meredith blew a cute kiss towards Chuck, before exiting the building.[/i] ((Timeskip?))
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[spoiler]If ya want.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Kk.[/spoiler] [i]Meredith would arrive, at exactly six o'clock PM, outside of the Lounge of Blades. She was dressed in a rather.. pretty outfit. A deep crimson, strapless dress if anything, particularly revealing yet not looking to seem dirty. It was probably odd, finding a partially insane A.I intended for stealth in a dress, but still.[/i]
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Chuck arrived at the same time in a classy suit and tie. He looked a bit more well taken care of than usual as he walked up to the AI and bowed shallowly "Hello, Miss. Glad you actually came."
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"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me miss? It's Meredith. M-e-r-e-d-i-t-h." [i]She giggled as she pressed her hand upon his head, her soft fingers upon Chuck's forehead as she lifted him from the bow, before bringing his chin up with the same hand.[/i] "Ready when you are, Chuck."
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He smiled widely at her and nodded. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Chuck moved to open the door, holding it open for Meredith to enter through first. "Beautiful ladies first..."
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[spoiler]Sorry for the late reply.. busy.[/spoiler] "Aww. Thank you." [i]Meredith walked in, though immediately pulled Chuck in with her, giggling a little. The lights were dimmed thanks to the afternoon timing, as other couples and solitary figures stayed in their booths and on their stools.[/i]
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He chuckled as he was forcefully pulled in and smiled at Meredith a little wider. "You're awesome....Now, where do you wish to sit, my dazzling woman?"
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"Hmm.. we need attention. I want to see the jealous women and their dumbfounded men.. [i]To be quite frank, I should start a brawl[/i].." [i]Meredith laughed, still searching for a place to sit. There were booths, stools, tables..[/i]
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Chuck chuckled and shook his head at Meredith's mention of starting a fight, thinking she was joking. "I'm not sure if a fight is necissary, my dear. Also, I bet they're already plenty jealous I have you to myself tonight."
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"Hey, I'd protect you.. don't tell me that you haven't ever punched someone. You have, right?" [i]Meredith laughed, leading Chuck to a booth. From there, her left hand, which was hidden from view, began to formulate and create a deep brown object: a wallet, packed with fake cash.[/i]
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"If only you knew..." He sighed following her to the booth, oblivious to the wallet in the woman's hand. "I've done more than I'd like to admit."
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"...We all have. Most of us have, anyway. Me, I'm.. lucky. ...Let's lighten up the mood. Get drinks. I can't get drunk, [i]I think[/i]. Doesn't mean I can't try." [i]Meredith smiled a little, shrugging. Though it was a sad one, as if giving away her care for Chuck.[/i]
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"I try to drink it away, but fail too. I'm unable to get drunk...sadly." He smiled at Meredith, a fake one, but it was obvious he was at least trying to be happy. "So, what brought you here?"
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"Me? Well, it's.. complicated. I'm doing some spying stuff on the Dojo.. nothing's coming, I think. But if you know any mercs or guys 'n girls with big guns, well.. ...Look, I'm not a fighter. I could be, thanks to programming, but I talk most the time. I need people, that's.. that's a simpler explanation."
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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?"
