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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/28/2017 6:33:31 AM
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[b]'Because I'm lazy' is the best reason ever, eh?
Anyways, Athena once again blushed at Helena's comment, and, upon arrival at the bar, didn't seem to mind. She simply ordered some bourbon, muttering something about the 'damn lightweights'.[/b]
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[i]Complimenting Athena's... heavier choice of drink, Helena got some spiced rum, both for the hit and for the flavour. Soon enough, they were both brought their glasses, the things set down in front of them, Helena eagerly bringing it up to her lips, taking a deep sip.[/i]
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[b]Athena took a sip of hers as well.[/b] "Least you're not a lightweight... So, what's your story? I take it combat is your fortè?"
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/28/2017 7:20:32 AM"Man, what's it with ya 'n asking for long stories? Got a thing for long stuff?" [i]The twelve-year-old chuckled quietly and playfully, cutting herself off when she threw the rest of her drink down her gullet... all that rum, straight down. She sighed with a little shudder, starting to talk again.[/i] "I'll... summarize. Basic'ly, I was fuсkin' grown in some shithole laboratory like a plant, b'cause yay, test tube babies! Regardless, regardless, regardless, made with a harvested egg cell and a fuсkin' sperm cell, 'cept a big ol' vat was m'womb 'n I never met m'parents. Eggheads used me as a not-ethnic'ly-questionable way t'test 'eir lab shit 'n drugs 'n augments 'n whatnot. In short, that's how I got my healin' powers, 'parently. So yeah, they tested shit on me, blah blah blah, they had a nigh-immortal, temp'r'mental teenager on 'eir hands, murdered the fuсks, 'n got the fuсk out... not that I remember 'cause I was pumped full of shit. Lady who's currently m'boss picked me up 'cause she saw a bloody teen on the side of the road, now I'm 'ere, chattin' up a cutie. 'n yeah, combat's m'forté. Fuсkin' love the thrill."
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"Terrible childhoods seem to be a motif around here... And yeah, I hear you with the combat thing. Few things match it."
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"Terrible? Eh, I guess, kinda. Does 't really count 'f I can't remember, though? 'Cause I can't remember shit; just goin' off of notes 'n tapes 'n stories." [i]She absentmindedly waved a waitress over, ordering herself another rum, while preemptively getting Athena a second bourbon, though it'd likely take a bit to arrive, so she could still take it slow.[/i]
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"It's still pretty shitty. Probably best that you don't remember, though. All kinds of fućked up mental issues would probably have arisen."
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[i]After a little, Helena gave a shrug and a nod of agreement, her two index fingers starting to lightly tap on the table, her lips pursed as she seemed to think. Then, she spoke.[/i] "Aye, aye, aye... so then, m'turn t'ask questions, hmm? What's your story?"
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"Born on some fućked up sci fi version of Earth. New York City, I think. Fućkin homeless orphan. Parents took odd or some shit. Never knew them. Dumbass street gangs ran rampant. And, if you were in a position like me, your only option was to join one. But they'd all get slaughtered one time or another. Turned eighteen and joined the military. Didn't have any better options. About four years later, I got recruited into Fireteam November..." [b]She heaved a heavy sigh.[/b] "What a shitfest... Long story short: shit happened. A lot of people died. Met a girl. Turned out she was a synth. That was... interesting. Dunno what happened to her. Just disappeared. Assuming she's dead, because I haven't heard shit from her. Came here after all that was over with. Went out drinking one day, and Irina, the mute mass murderer that everyone wanted to lynch mob, showed up. We both got drunk and shit happened. She got her voice back from some magic shit later on. Became my fianceé. Dunno what the hell happened with her, either. I can pretty much guarantee she's out there somewhere, though. Now, here I am. Two years, two bars, two girls... And here I am, drinking with you."
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[i]Helena just listened in silence, sipping her spiced rum as Athena told her own story... or at least, a short version of it. As she drank, she continued to tap at least one of her fingers, lightly against the glass, rhythmically and evenly, not missing a beat, not skipping one, and just remaining steady. Then, once the redhead finished, the corners of her lips curled into a grin.[/i] "Wonder what's gonna happen here," [i]She quietly said with a glance at Athena, gold meeting green, the former gleaming with just a hint of suggestive intent, though they looked away with a quick, sly wink.[/i] "Both girls went 'n vanished, then, though? First prob'ly died, second prob'ly got lynched..." [i]She pushed a sigh past her lips, her gaze gliding over the bar in the background, over the few people here and there, only to make their way back to Athena's eyes... those pretty emeralds, captivating and beautiful, so much so that it seemed like the rest of the world just stopped existing. Bright, fetching, and comely... ...it wasn't until a good handful of seconds had passed that Helena realized she was staring, eyes quickly darting down to her drink as she raised it to her lips for a little sip.[/i]
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[b]Athena had a rather sly smirk on her face.[/b] "Well, if you deciding to stare like some socially-awkward high school kid is anything to go by..." [b]She raised her glass to her lips, taking a sip.[/b] "I'd have to doubt you'll be wondering much longer."
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/28/2017 5:41:11 PM[i]Helena returned the smirk with a little nod to accompany it, her gaze making its way back up to Athena's. She downed the little layer of booze she still had, setting her glass down with a satisfied sigh after.[/i] "Quite. Not m'fault, though, that ya've got some damn fine lookers."
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[i]Athena brought her drink to her lips once more, and, this time, the glass was empty when she put it back down. For a split second, she seemed slightly disappointed, but her attention soon refocused to the woman before her.[/i] "Y'know you have really pretty eyes. Like a damn goddess or something."
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[i]Just in time, too, because only a moment later, the same waitress from before returned with the order Helena had placed, setting down two new glasses while taking the now empty ones with her. Another bourbon, another rum. Nice. In the meantime, the golden-eyed lady grinned at the compliment.[/i] "Heh... Thanks. Guess we both've pretty eyes, then."
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"Lucky us..." [b]She took a sip of herr new drink, obviously grateful for not having to wait long.[/b]
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"Mhm." [i]She took a sip as well, rolling it around on her tongue before gulping it down. Then, she took a deep breath, bathing in the rich scent of her drink.[/i]
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"So, my lovely lady, what's your preference when it comes to music?"
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[i]In response, Athena got a quick nod and a short look at her shirt, Helena's tastes... obviously pretty good.[/i] "Same as yours, I'd say."
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"Damn. Beautiful [i]and[/i] you have a good taste in music. Just keep getting better and better."
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"I do m'best," [i]She responded with a sly smirk engraved on her lips, eyes giving Athena a quick wink.[/i] "Mayhaps 'tis meant t'be."
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[b]Athena smiled.[/b] "At this rate it's sure as hell looking like it."
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"Aye, yeah... didn't think I'd meet another dame with a likin' for old Terran bands, 'specially since Earth got blown up or somethin' in this hole. 'Tis nice."
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"Indeed. Seems few people have an appreciation for the classics."
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"Mmmh! A shame, really... Big shame. But, hey, y're 'ere, and that's enough t'please me."
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"Hey, same here. Least I finally have someone to talk to, and not these damn ravers and dumbasses that're into all this techno shit and whatever the fućk else."
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[i]Helena nodded in full agreement, bringing her glass up to take a swig from her rum, followed by another, and a third, then a fourth, until she sat it down, a thin layer of alcohol remaining.[/i]
