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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/19/2018 2:12:40 AM
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*Though he couldn’t tell, in actuality she had merely emitted pulses of sound more quickly as she “looked” him up and down to memorize his shape and features. The android extended her four fingered hand/paw which was covered in yellow-orange fur and gave his a firm shake.*
<My name is Alice-142. I am the daughter of a member of the Dojo who goes by the name Sketch. I believe I have heard of you...>
*She paused for a moment and then continued to speak.*
<You are a leader of sorts. You are attempting to bring the people of Dojoville together and protect them, correct?>
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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]
