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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2017 11:48:59 PM
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Divia moved swiftly through the forest until she came to the outskirts of the city. From there she analyzed it, found the most likely area to get herself some food and undamaged clothing, then moved out, dashing swiftly and silently over the rooftops, always on her guard:
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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]
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There’s a minor twitch under her eye. “How in the world is that a sustainable model?”
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[i]"Magic." [/i]
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“Of course it’s magic.”
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[i]"Mhm." [/i]
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“Well. Thank you.”
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[i]"No problem." [/i]
