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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2017 9:57:42 PM
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"Dog's gotta eat too."
[i]Dog's gotta eat too...? Surely he didn't mean to feed his dog the "mother of all omelettes" after he'd been so carefully preparing it?[/i]
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[i]Jason rose up from his chair, pushing it back into its place beneath the table after. He smirked, nodding off to one of the doors.[/i] "Now, we head to the sim -- unless you prefer the real deal?"
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"real deal. Pain is the best teacher."
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"You'd still feel pain in the sim, you know... just have more freedom in there."
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"Then do that." She said, sighing "I just learned how to use a rifle the hard way."
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[spoiler]tbh pal you're gonna have to, like, point out flaws because I'm shit at teaching and have no idea how to punch... with... strategy, I guess[/spoiler] [i]He only nodded, leading the way through the doorway. Behind it was a simplistic hall that branched off into various parts of the ship, though that wasn't important as the pair soon entered a decently bland room filled with four fancy chairs, each standing at a rustic wooden desk filled with monitors and stuff. On each chair, there was a sort of... helmet.[/i] "Pick a chair and press the button."
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She sat on one, and did so "Next?"
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"Put the helmet on and relax." [i]Jason did exactly as he, himself, had said, sitting down next to Alpha on his own chair. He turned the machine on, the machinery within awakening with a hum. He slid the helmet on, grey eyes shutting as he relaxed atop the fairly comfy seat.[/i]
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Alpha followed suit, though she didn't know what to expect.
