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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 4:26:46 AM
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[b]The Lounge was about to experience some serious unrest. Drunken morons started pissing each other off as they had been all day. But it was getting worse. Two of the more vocal drunkards were behind Lyra, who was, for her part, remaining calm. This was surprising considering her usual murderous tendencies.
Currently, she was wearing a sleeveless black shirt with the cover art from Metallica's album Kill Em All and a pair of ripped jeans, a stark contrast to her usual combat armor. Her hair was the exact shade of crimson of the blood which adorned said album art, and the two meshed together in an oddly disconcerting way. It was a contrast to her starkly pale skin.
Anyways, the drunkards were arguing about some dumb shit she couldn't even tell with how bad their speech was slurred. One calling the other a fućking idiot, the other punching him in the face, the first one unintelligibly yelling back. Lyra remained calm, speaking in a drawl just loud enough to be heard.
"You're both fućking morons. Now chill the hell out or I'll make sure you do."
They both retorted, but she stopped paying attention, muttering "Your call, jackass." A moment later, they both fell to the ground and started convulsing and shrieking in pain. Then they fell silent. An observant onlooker would see they were still breathing, but most took them for dead and fled. Not even looking up, she simply shouted, "You fućkers wanna keep this shit up, i won't be so kind next time. You wanna fight, take it outside. I don't give a shit. You wanna stay here, chill the fućk out. Let us drink in piece, damnit."
With that said, she went back to drinking as if nothing had happened.[/b]
[spoiler]Open. Fight. Talk. Idgaf. I'm bored.[/spoiler]
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[i]"I know right?" [/i]
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"That sounds fućking traumatizing. Then again, I tend not to let men bend me over... Ever. So I guess I'm at least a little safe there."
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[i]"Yeah, I stuck to my lady friends around that point." [/i]
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"I can see why."
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[i]"Mhm." [/i]
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"So, do you prefer dudes or chicks? Or do you just find whoever seems interesting?"
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[i]"That last one, yeah. Doesn't matter what it is to me, gender-wise." [/i]
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"Fair enough. Personally, I have no fućking clue how someone could find men attractive, but I don't think I ever [i]could[/i] understand either."
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[i]"Gotcha." [/i]
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[b]She downs her drink, but when she asks the bartender for more, he simply replies that it's all gone. She sighs, muttering,[/b] "Fućk my life..."
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[i]"Wanna find another place for drinks?" [/i]
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"Maybe. But if we're getting put of here..." [b]She smirked.[/b] "...I can think of better options."
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[i]"Oh? Let's hear them." [/i]
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"Well, I think we already talked about one..."
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[i]"I'd prefer to hear it~" [/i] [spoiler]Forget what lol[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Lol[/spoiler] "Hm... Well, last I checked, you wanted to head back to my place and have some fun."
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[i]"Hm... Lead on." [/i]
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"With pleasure..." [b]They exit the bar, and, after a few minutes of walking, come upon a seemingly normal- albeit small- house.[/b] "Honestly, I don't come here often except to grab or replace my gear. But it still has all the necessities, and we're both too drunk to drive, so it'll work." [b]She opens the door and steps inside, gesturing for Natalie to follow. At first nothing out of the ordinary is seen, but, right behind the now-open door stands a jet-black suit of body armor. As they walk through the house, a workshop of sorts (a rather high-tech one at that) can be seen behind a slightly-cracked door, and weapons are seen here and there. It seems to be in... well, disarray would be an understatement. Eventually, they arrive at a closed door. As she puts her hand on the door-knob, she says,[/b] "...and here we are." [b]The open door reveals a bedroom. It was a large contrast to the disorder of the rest of the house. It looked well-kept. The only major notable thing was the bed. It looked far too large for one person. However, knowing Lyra, there was probably much more that had yet to be revealed.[/b] "So..." [b]She pulls Natalie in for a kiss. It wasn't particularly noteworthy, and it seemed as if she was merely 'testing the waters', so to speak.[/b] "...shall we?"
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[i]"We shall~"[/i] [spoiler]PM or timeskip?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]PM. I dont have anything better to do with my time rn[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Kk, you're starting[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I swear, I start everytime with everyone lol. Whatever, though. I gotchu[/spoiler]
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"You know, that could have easily been solved with a good talk." The man who has spoken sat a few seats down from the woman, and was rather large. [url=http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/314/312/a3f.png]He[/url] was a good two or three inches above six feet, and had the muscles to match. Beyond his normal clothes were no ornate silver looking forearm guards that seemed to radiate a low hum. His voice was deep and calm, and a tire listener would have fallen asleep should they listen to it for too long. He stood up from his seat, and carefully began using the wooden stool to push the drunk men into the corner, making sure they wouldn't wake up in the cold outside, and sat back down at the bar. The drink in front of him was... Milk, with a plate of not too great looking nachos as a main meal. "You always resort to zapping people when they cause problems?"
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"They're lucky I'm half drunk. Probably would br dead if I wasn't. And no, I don't [i]always[/i] resort to zapping people to solve my problems. Guns and knives work too. I [i]do[/i] talk, but that's only when talking to the person genuinely interests me or when I wanna instill nightmares in them or something. Then again, the latter usually involves some rather unpleasant physical aspects, so I don't know if it counts."
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"You're one crazy person I'll tell you that. Doesn't it ever worry you? You might slip off into the dark and never return."
