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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2017 10:48:25 PM
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[i]"Chill, I'm not here to hurt you."
The voice which spoke out to Divia was one of honesty and truth, the hands of the speaker were raised above her head halfway to show that she wasn't planning to grab a weapon and attack. She who spoke was a female, which was immediately clear with the first word that escaped her thinnish lips. Along with claiming she wasn't hostile, the woman approaching didn't look to be very well equipped for combat either, donning a pair of black tights and a tank top of the same colour, with a pair of black boots. She did wear a lot of black, though she had straight, midnight purple hair and a set of blue eyes to act as the colour on her otherwise pale persona.
The woman, in question, was none other than Natalie, though she wasn't well known through the lands. The most notable things about her, with the exception of her visage and apparel, was the staff on her back - Bladed on one end, with a crystal on the other. Although it was fastened in safely on her back, so it wasn't exactly the most menacing next to her black backpack. [/i]
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She scans it over carefully. “Do you have any idea where I can get a job?”
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[i]"Do you need one? I can straight up fund you for doing some shit for me." [/i]
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“Yes. What sort of shit?”
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[i]"General shit. I need a hand, you come help." [/i]
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“I agree to those terms.” She says, coldly and focused on the city, eyes flickering back and forth over its streets and houses.
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[i]"Cool. Also, you mind telling me what I can call you?" [/i]
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“Divia, Betrachter, Nazir, Mirumono, aanschouwer, Sakshay, spectateur, paratritis, ochevidets,” She stops. “I think it’s one of those. Or maybe all of them. Maybe none of them.”
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[i]"Let's just roll with Divia, aight?" [/i]
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“Agreed. It sounds the most likely to be a normal name.”
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[i]"So you dont remember it?" [/i]
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“I remember all those. Titles, names, project labels maybe. I know they mean me but not much else.”
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[i]"You remember? What?" [/i]
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“I said I remember those words and know they mean me. So I guess they’re my names.”
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[i]"You're fûckin' wierd, you know that?" [/i]
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“Yep.” She says totally unabashedly.
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[i]"At least you know." [/i]
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“You are too. Cybernetic Cowboys are not “normal” assuming we’re using Average Joe as the definition for normal.”
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[i]"You want to go and insult cripples? 'cause plenty of people have prosthetics." [/i]
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“It isn’t an insult.“
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[i]"Right. Well, whaddya wanna do now, just brood edgily on the roof?" [/i]
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“You’re the one who brought me up here, and I’m not brooding.” She says as she continues observing.
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[i]"You know what I mean. And I ain't got any ideas." [/i]
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“Well I need to find somewhere to sleep.”
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[i]"Need an apartment?" [/i]
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“That would qualify.”
