originally posted in:The New Dojo
*A rather unusual woman strode up and sat down across from the man. She appeared to be a furry from the neck down, but her head was a an angled object made of silvery metal. On either side of her head was a fin which blinked blue about twice every second. She probably had a hard time walking through doorways.*
*She wore a dark grey trench coat which had been buttoned closed. On her back was a long, sheaved sword. There was some sort of locking mechanism which kept it in, showing that she didn’t intend to be drawing it quickly any time soon.*
<This seat was empty and I have been walking for quite a while, I hope you don’t mind if I sit with you.>
*Her voice sounded like that of a woman speaking through a walkie talkie. As if the eyeless metal head didn’t practically scream “robot” enough already. She undoubtedly was not tired from the walking, and the statement seemed to carry a slightly odd tone. The fins had flashed quickly for a couple of seconds after she spoke as well, perhaps conducting a scan of sorts?*
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"You say that he is viewed differently because of his fur. Yet there are hundreds of different fur colours. That I understand."
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<Differently by himself and I. His fur is not naturally colored for someone of his species. He was studied due to this fact, but was not alienated by his race. It is a fact that he does not correctly represent his race visually. His brother does not correctly represent his race in the fact that his soul is [i]glitched[/i] as one might say. His cousin appears to be entirely normal except that she is a foot taller than the average height of a Sphirin.>
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"If there are so many different colours of fur, why is Mister Sketch alienated at all?"
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<Because his fur is blue, grey, green, white, and black. The shades of blue and green are not found in nature, nor on any person who is a hybrid of the same species. He was not born with fur this color either. He was not alienated, he was studied to try and learn how his fur developed those colors.> *From the tone of her voice, he could tell she was beginning to tire from the attempts to explain this.*
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"Ah. Of course, now I understand!" Malcolm laughed heartily, nodding his head in thanks to Alice.
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<I am glad you do.>
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"Now then.... Will that be all?"
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<I believe so.>
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"Then, I bid you a farewell." Malcolm nodded his head in goodbye.
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*She nodded back.*
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"...." Malcolm sat that silently. "... Are you... Are you going to leave?" He asked with a soft chuckle.
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<Oh... Uh, yes...> *She quickly stood up, her tail knocking the chair over.*
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"Oh, watch out." Malcolm leaned down, picking up the chair for her before sitting back in his own. "It was a pleasure talking to you, Miss Alice."
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<You too.> *She walked off awkwardly.*
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[spoiler]End. [/spoiler]