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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
11/5/2017 7:25:53 PM
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"Yes, they have whiskey. It's actually pretty damn good too if I may add." He continued to stand beside her, offering his arm for her to take.
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"Okay." She didn't take his arm.
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He chuckled and shrugged as he began to walk to the nearest bar. "A simple no to the arm thing would work, y'know."
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/3/2017 10:05:28 PM"Oh... uh... sorry," she apologized.
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"It's fine, mate. What's your name again? I'm Bedlam." He continued to lead her to the bar.
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"Sarah."
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"Well, Sarah. Not sure if you already dislike me, but I swear I'm not going to hurt you. I can't really even if I wanted, I mean, you Guardians just come back after death." He held open the door for her when they arrive, gesturing her to go first.
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"Still, I care about Lunar, here," she said, gesturing to her Ghost.
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"I may not help others much, but I almost mever hurt others either. You're safe...as it gets in the Dojo. I can't exactly promise others won't hurt you."
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"That's why I have guns."
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"Are you ever going to walk into the bar or just say small amounts of dialogue?" Bedlam chuckled. "Come on, I'm paying."
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She entered the bar, taking off her helmet. There was not a scar on her face. A set of hazel eyes gazed across the room. Her goldenish-brown hair was in a ponytail. The ponytail was very thick. A set of long and choppy bangs covered the left side of her forehead.
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"Daaamn...." Bedlam was a bit caught off guard from the girl not being some scar covered, ugly soldier. He shook his head before he followed behind her and gestured to a booth in the corner. "Why don't we sit over there, eh?"
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She followed, sitting in the booth. "It's been a while since I've been back on Tatakai. I remember going back to my timeline for a while. But I'm not sure why."
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Edited by Stitch: 11/4/2017 8:39:07 PMHe sat down beside her and shrugged. "Maybe you'll figure it out soon. Until then just enjoy the fact that you're back. Maybe go on a date with your boyfriend or something." A bottle of whiskey and two cups appeared in front of the duo.
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"Boyfriend...?" She asked, somewhat puzzled. She seemed confused. She had no idea what Bedlam meant. She had been alone for the majority of the time she was back in her Solar System. "I haven't dated anyone in years. I have no idea what you're talking about."
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"Sorry, I just assumed you'd have one." He poured the bottle into the two cups and took a sip of one. "I didn't mean to offend you or make you feel lonely or anything, Guardian."
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"No. You didn't offend me," she replied, sighing. She took the cup, and took a sip, "I just... didn't know what you meant. I've got some gaps in the memories. I mean, most guardians do about their first lives." The Warlock fell silent for a minute. She set the drink down. Something about that subject was bothering her.
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"Did I strike a nerve? I apologize if you dislike the topic. I was simply curious if you were single for...obvious reasons." He finished the glass and poured another. "I can relate to memory loss. Sucks and you never truly get over it, but you can't mope around forever. You just gotta make new memories."
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"Yeah. But I feel like what I don't remember is super important. Something that really changed everything," she admitted. She took another sip. Sarah the glass down, again. "But you're right. I should be moving forward. But right now, it's a question. Actually, a lot of them. And I hate leaving questions unanswered."
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Bedlam chuckled and patted her on the head, messing with her hair a little. "Cute. You're a curious one. A girl that can shoot and is adventerous? How are you single?" He downed another glass.
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"I am not sure. There have been a few people that's asked me out. Turned them down." She took another sip of her whiskey, then filled the cup again.
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"Why'd you turn them down?" He filled his glass back up yet again. "Don't swing that way or something?"
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"Well, the few who did ask me out aren't that... kind or charming. I mean, while I was here the first time, I went on a date with someone. But the relationship never got further for some reason. Never heard from the guy again. Don't know why."
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"Hmm. Want to consider this a date? Already part way through." He quickly downed that glass as well. "I'd like to think I'm charming, but there are a lot of fedora tipping neck-beards that think they're charming too."
