originally posted in:The New Dojo
She pondered for a bit. This wasn’t something she knew or understood, so she eventually relented, albeit only with a slightly exhaling.
“Fine. Can you point me in the direction of the nearest town then?”
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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.”
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[i]"Go to the Dojo, the place gives away free rooms." [/i]
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“Dojo? This place is home to a martial arts school?”
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[i]"Somewhat." [/i]
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“I see. What are the requirements for housing?”
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[i]"Show up." [/i]
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“Seriously? What’s the catch.”
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[i]"Nothing. It's easier than my ex." [/i]