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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2017 2:20:45 PM
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As she sat there, remembering her deeds and asking herself the what ifs of those she hadn't seen, at least one question would be -partly- answered. A little girl began padding by, humming a tune. Irina's eyes seemed to be lying to her.
It was like a smaller, younger, Alexandria had been made. Hell, Irina knew better than others that this kind of thing was possible. But, it was still Alpha....in a way. It just meant that she was alive in some capacity.
The girl stopped then, seeming to sense that in some life she had met this woman, and turned to approach her.
She wore a purple T-shirt and blue jeans, though no shoes. The smaller goat-person seemed very young, perhaps maybe only six. Her deep blue eyes spoke to Irina. They spoke of innocence and Naivity that only a child would possess.
If only for so long
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"What the.." [i]Irina would have to blink a few times, before she could finally register the identity of the small child that would approach her seated being. The form of the small being, alongside the clear resemblances to one of the few people that she had trusted.. was it a sign that Alpha was still out there, somewhere?[/i]
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"are you okay?" She asked quietly, her voice full of concern. She sat next to Irina, frowning. It was like she knew her, but didn't at the same time. "And...I feel like I know you"
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"Yeah, I.. well, I know a variation of you. An older one, one that's.." [i]Not dead. It made Irina shake a little, perhaps with a slight delight, or foreboding fear for Alexandria. She had left her to die, while she was.. well, practically a pyromaniac lycanthrope whenever she found it to be a necessity.[/i] "What's your name, kid?"
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"Alexandria" She responded, looking at Irina. The girl smiled up at Irina, happy just to be near her for some reason. "What's your name?"
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"Irina. I know.. something like you, I guess I could say. Where did you come from, anyway?" [i]That was the big question for Irina, if anything at all. The existence of yet another Alpha, and in a hellhole like this.. it ensured certain death for the feeble thing.[/i]
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"I don't know. I woke up not long ago on a ship near here." She said truthfully, frowning
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"A ship? As in, a shuttle. I guess you were just.. tossed out, then?"
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"No, I woke up on a ship. Mama never said why"
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"Mm.. Mama, huh?" [i]Irina had figured that she knew who "mama" was: the pink alien, Ry.[/i]
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"I don't know what happened. She told me I was someone else. I don't know what that means."
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"Yes, you're.. well, someone else, or more specifically a clone of someone else. A girl named Alexandria, to be exact." [i]Irina would sigh a little. She wasn't exactly fit to take care of another youth, but she could try.[/i]
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"That's my name though..." She said, looking confused
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"...Well, shit." [i]Irina muttered, though only catching her mistake of swearing in the presence of the children.[/i] "Alright.. we'll stick with Cipher, for a bit. You look like a Cipher.. I guess. Not really, but frankly I don't mind too much."
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"Cipher....I like it." She said, taking to the name. At least there was something to tell them apart now.
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"You'll have to tell people your new name, though. They'll keep to calling you Alpha, or Alexandria. That young woman, the one that you're cloned after.. well, I thought that she had died, but.." [i]Irina went silent, gripping her hands together.[/i] "...She's out there. I can say that much."
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"Okay. Cipher, Cipher, Cipher" She said, repeating the word to get a feel for it. It did kinda suit her, and Irina could almost picture how she'd grow up to be. Perhaps less -blam!-ed up than the real Alpha.
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"See? You've got it." [i]As if out of the blue, Irina would release a brief sigh, before suddenly bringing the newly named Cipher into a tight hug.[/i] "Love you, Ciph."
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She giggled "I love you too" She nuzzled into Irina's neck, soft and fluffy except for her nose, which was cold as shit
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"...I've got to get you out of here. Away from the bad men and women. Away from.. oh, fuсking hell, everything. Maybe.. maybe Isaac. Listen, I can't care for you.. but my son, he can. Is that fine, sweetheart? I have.. things to do."
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"Why can't I be with Mama?" She said, a little scared at Irina's tone
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"...The pink alien would care for you, y'know. She usually would. And.. I'm busy with a lot of other things. Things that would get you killed if you were involved."
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"oh. Okay. Are you going to stay?"
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"No. I'm not staying at the Dojo for a long, long time."
