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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by GRUNT OVERLORD:
11/29/2017 3:18:15 AM
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"Yeah. Though on the bright side, I can smoke whatever the -blam!- I want because no cancer."
She said, taking out the pack of cigs from her pants pocket and lighting one with a bit of fire from the tip of her finger.
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"Same, same. Won't really get cancer because I've got cybernetic lungs going for me, though I guess my throat and such can still be affected." [i]He shrugged, not really all too interested or worried about where he could get cancer and where he couldn't get cancer. Nonchalantly, he pulled a blunt from one of his pockets, lighting it with a built-in lighter.[/i]
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"How can you smoke that shit?" She asked "At least tobacco doesn't affect judgement."
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"It's pretty good, to be honest. Calms the nerves and eases the pain." [i]He did mention arthritis earlier, so that was likely the pain he spoke about. Jason let out a little groan, sitting back in his chair as he took a deep breath of the blunt.[/i]
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"There are non-narcotic treatments for Arthritis." She pointed out
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"Even then, I still have PTSD to worry about." [i]He retorted with a glance towards Alpha, slowly exhaling the smoke after.[/i]
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"...and I don't?" She asked, without any accusation. "Jason.....I was tortured. I was knocked up because I was a furry. I was knocked up by the only other man I ever considered to be family." She said, quietly
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[spoiler]Shoutout to Aaron Sawyer[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]rip[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I mean Alpha probably enjoyed the ruler [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I hope to whatever deity is there that you meant knocked ON instead of up[/spoiler] "Exactly, so I'd understand [i]you[/i] of all people to know that PTSD is a pain in the аss," [i]He said in return, his right eyebrow shooting upwards.[/i] "I'm not gonna rant about what happened to me, but things [i]did[/i] happen."
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[spoiler]up mother-blam!-er[/spoiler] "I'm not saying it didn't. I'm just saying I've had shit happen to me too." She said, taking the blunt from him "Fine, I'll try it." She took a huff, and frowned "-blam!- is this shit?"
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[spoiler]NANI THE -blam!-[/spoiler] [i]He couldn't help but let out a light laugh at Alpha's reaction to her first hit of some weed, a wide grin spreading across his lips as he snatched the blunt back, firmly putting it back in between his lips.[/i] "Nature's medicine, if you can believe that... Heheh."
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"-blam!- is this?" She coughed "Never touching that again."
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"It's better than cigarettes, you know." [i]Jason grinned around his dank blunt (kill me), taking a deep tug of it after.[/i]
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Alpha just took another pull on her own cigarette and shook her head "Nah."
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"Health-wise... then again, since when does either of us give a shit about our own health?" [i]He stifled another laugh, his whole... being becoming visibly more relaxed with every tug he took from his smoke.[/i]
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"Yeah. Anyhow..boss, when's the training?" She asked amused
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"Once you finish your smoke." [i]Jason pulled what remained of his own blunt out, nonchalantly dapping it against the table he sat at until it was no longer burning, after which it disappeared back into his pocket.[/i]
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It didn't take long. "Aight, howabout now?"
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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?"
