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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/12/2017 12:20:51 AM
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She didn't write yet, instead signing again.
[i]Because not everyday do i see magic, or someone young killing for money.[/i]
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"... reasonable," The girl admitted. "I don't like killing. But here I am, cutting heads off for some spare change. Really, it was a one time thing; the 200 credits could possibly get me a good meal or two." She sighed, sitting down at the 7-11 counter, tilting her head slightly at the woman. "Do you have a name?" She asked–it was actually a legitimate question. Many people she met had either forgotten theirs or have never received one. "Mine's Christina. Most call me Chris or Tina."
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She started writing then, taking a bit, seemingly in thought. Eventually she handed the paper over. [i]My name is Athena. I can help you, make a deal, actually. I can get you out of this place in exchange for your services down the road. It depends what I need you for, time will tell though.[/i]
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Christina took the paper, reading it through several times. She looked up at Athena, replying hesitantly. "I'm gonna need more information about what I'll be doing than 'it depends'."
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She signed then. [i]It really does depend. Although with skills like yours, it could be anything.[/i] Winking then, the message was clear, and the girl had an option; Take the deal, and live a better life, but owe Athena something in return, it refuse and be stuck in a 7/11 for unknown years.
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Christina placed her elbows on the counter, locking her hands together and placing her chin on them, deep in thought. She had lived a rather dull life for a while now, ever since that night. As she gazed at Athena, Christina simply hoped that 'anything' leaned more towards fighting or things magic related than other possibilities–like prostitution. After maybe a minute of silence, Christina sighed, looked down at the counter, forehead on her hands. "Alright. I'll accept."
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Athena didn't seemed phased, as she pulled a small item from her pocket, and set it down, then gestured to it. Picking it up, there was a button, upon which opened its center. A line was down the middle, making two sections. A thorn lay on the top edge of the medallion. It was clear what it was, a blood pact, sealing their deal until the girl fulfilled her end, whenever Athena needed her.
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"This seems like some sketchy shit," The girl replied as she placed her palm on the thorn. "I'm guessing I just... cut myself?" She did so, allowing the blood to drip onto one side of the device.
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She pointed then at the white pad, the two sections, and made a pressing motion with her finger.
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"Okaaaay?" She gently placed her over so slightly bloodied hand on one of the two sections of the pad.
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Once she did, and pulled it away, Athena took it again and sealed it. Once she pocketed it, she looked back to the girl, and signed a few things. [i]Blood contract. Don't cross it, or else I will take back everything I give you.[/i] At that, she pulled out her phone, and typed a few things, and then wrote on the paper again. Then she handed it over. [b]X___________ Sign your name, date, and birth. Take it to a bank, and show them this, and they will let you access it. 85k to start you off.[/b] She still held her phone in hand, most likely needing it to setup the girl's account.
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"A... bank?" After signing something as sketchy as a blood contract, a check seemed horribly... vanilla. But 85k was irresistible, and so Christina would quickly sign it with a pen which was rather low on ink. "Thanks," She said gratefully. The first thing she'd likely do is get a cheap phone to keep in contact in case anything were to happen.
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[i]More will come in time. Don't waste this gift.[/I] She took a picture of the info, then turned to type it all into her phone. After a bit she turned back around. [i]Give it a day, then go check your account.[/i] At that, the woman left the building, closing the door quietly behind her, and leaving the girl alone.
