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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/2/2017 3:16:47 AM
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"Yeah...I mean, look at everything that's happened here. Giant black monster who wants to destroy all life. Some people who looked more like undertrained recruits calling themselves the 'Immortals' attempting to actually threaten this place with killing innocents. Bunch of invasions that I swear some were all just a dream. This place just doesn't have enough of us, doesn't it?" She replied, taking the bottle back and drank almost the rest of the bottle.
"I mean, honestly, being immortal makes you...see things. See all your friends die, see your family and life wither away from your eyes. See things that you want to unsee and are stuck living with it for eternity..." Vel had replied, standing up to Vic.
"I could never live with that. Thank goodness the two of us know that." She says, raising her hand for a handshake.
"I'm guessing...this is how you make friends?" She asks.
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"It is.. glad to meet you, Velinnea. At any rate.. I do hope to meet again, though knowing us.. it'll likely be on the same side, against yet another conflict." [i]With that, the Sororitas would smile softly, raising her hand to grip Vel's own outstretched palm tightly, the warm ceramite plating pressed against the woman's hand.[/i] "I'll.. stay by for a bit. I have a lot of explaining to do, for whomever owns the bar.."
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"Don't worry; I'd need to stay here too. Might as well use some of my credits to pay for the amount of things they'd need to restock and the like. Maybe even pay some bribes so no-one attempts to assassinate either of us considering we don't exactly know where these people came from..." Vel had told Vic, chuckling a bit. "Now..." she states, grabbing the almost empty bottle, a couple others scattered around the bar. "No one's gonna drink the rest of these things...certainly don't want them to go to waste." She picks up two other ones, passing one to Vic. "Might as well drink and wait." She says.
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"Yeah, I.. I suppose." [i]Victoria smiled a little at Vel, before opening yet another bottle and attempting to drink from it. A few bottles later, and she was quiet, looking sick from the beers that she had drunk. It was probably the first time that she had ever gotten drunk, really.[/i]
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This was the same with Vel, who looked like she was about to pass out. "Where are you, Vic...sounds like you about to...eat some random cockatoe wit...your bare hands." She had drunkenly told Vic, barely getting a sentence out.
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"...What's a cockatoe." [i]Was all that Victoria muttered, her tone slow and almost sick, in a manner. She looked as if she would laugh a slight amount to herself, though she contained her idiocy with mere silence, before speaking up again.[/i] "Just.. w-waiting.. really."
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"Y...Yeah." Vel had told her, leaning on Victoria's shoulder. She seemed to hurl a little on the floor, probably from all the alcohol she had consumed. Four whole bottles of vodka and whiskey tends to do that to you. Fortunately, said throw up didn't land in Vic's direction. "Ya know...if we do this again...remind me not to drink so much." She had said out, before pulling a little more.
