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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/1/2017 8:51:47 PM
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He laughed a bit.
He looked exhausted, having not slept well since she'd been taken.
"Sorry, Trac'ika... I'm just... I'm really glad you're here."
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"Yeah? I bet a lot of people are. I know I'm glad to be back." Traci did a cute lil pose as a joke before beginning to walk farther into the Dojo. "Wonder where mother is."
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"I don't know. She was going to meet me here in a while to head off and try to rrscue you again." He sighed. "I'm so sorry Traci... It's my fault you got captured."
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"Nah, it's okay! Gabe just shot me a few times...n'stuff." She shrugged as she walked. "I'm okay."
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"... What do you mean 'and stuff?" Cannon was worried thebworst had happened.
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"Took me back to WM and stuff happened. It's whatever. I just wanna have fun now." Traci continued along.
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Cannon nodded, changing the subject. "You changed your hair color? It looks nice."
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"Yeah, I prefer this old look of mine. More attracive and I like fitting the crazy redhead stereotype." She laughed. "I don't fit the whooole redhead stereotype, but that's fine."
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"So you got your memory back?" She wouldn't hear it in his voice, but he was concerned they had broken his lil girl.
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"Memory of what exactly? I remeber vaguely having this look before." She shrugged, skipping along. "Gotta love being a girl like me. You get to act all happy without people thinking you're super weird or crazy."
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Cannon laughed. "I just meant memory in general. The redhead look definatly looks good on you though, sweetheart."
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"Thanks, father!" Traci kept on giggling as if she couldn't be happier. "The boys~ like it too." She said in a teasing manner.
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"Sad for them." He wasn't letting her date. Not yet. "Want to find your mother and get some ice cream?"
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"Sad for them? How so?" She asked, oblivious of what he meant. "Icecream sounds good too."
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"Oh... No reason." Cannon replied innocently. "I should probably return this armor soon too." He added.
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"I met a lot of nice guys on the way back here. Saw a lot of cool things." Traci said, not listening to Cannon.
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"What kinds of things?" He attempted to contact Iso to let her know he'd found Traci.
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"Mountains, valleys, cities, and stuffs!" She kept on skipping to no where in particular as Cannon failed to reach Iso.
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He frowned and sighed slightly. "Well Kiddo, looks like it's just you and me for that ice cream."
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"Okay! Hey, maybe we'll make friends on the way! You never knooow...." Traci said, laughing.
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Cannon grinned again, giving her a gentle squeeze with one arm... Which was no longer metal. "You're right, kiddo!"
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"Glad you're in the mood, father! Now, let's go get some icecream, eh?" She hugged him again for a split second before letting go.
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He lead her to the ice cream parlor they'd been to sp many times before. There was quite a line this time, however.
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Traci placed her hands on her waist and sighed. "That sucks. Lines are boring..."
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"Yeah, well, patience is a virtue." Cannon nodded. "By the way... How did you escape? If you don't mind me asking."
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"Escape? Oh yeah, WM has gone to sh*t. Trillions dead in an endless war that has destroyed multiverses. Y'know, fun stuff. I added a few million myself." She giggled as if that were nothing.
