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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/28/2018 7:31:17 AM
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[b] Retrospect
Dojoville cafe
9:45 PM[/b]
The shop was almost ready to close. Everyone else had left, leaving only a few people who either were too young, injured by all the shit going on in their home, or by those who didn't think it was best to drink then.
In a removed corner of the quaint little coffee shop, sat the ever scarred Alpha. She watched her coffee absentmindedly, mulling over the last part of her life. After the last attack by the NTR, so many months and years after the actual crime she was accused of, she had come to grips with the fact that her current course had her set for self-destruction.
She had driven many of her friends (or would have been friends) away with her illogical rationale, brought on by a wary haze of paranoia that soaked into her mind like a cancer. Despite every opportunity given to her to redden herself, she had retreated into a shelter of self-pity fueled by her own mistakes. Her body, her mind, her very soul was corrupted by this cancer gnawing away at her psyche.
Following this revelation, she had discarded her weapon, leaving herself defenseless. At this point in her life, she wasn't sure what she should do. Her want for a family had kept her with the Arrowhead, but it had also been the main reason for her current state. Laying down her gun seemed impossible, but she knew that piracy and the debauchery she had engaged in would further harm herself.
As time went on, and the night got darker, Alpha remained. The shifts on the cafe changed, and most of the remaining few patrons had left. Her booth was mostly empty, save for herself. Sleep didn't seem like an option, so pondering her life decisions seemed as good a way to pass time as any.
Hell, maybe another night owl could even talk to her.
[spoiler]opem[/spoiler]
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She sharnk back into the booth, not looking at him as she just sat there. Of course, it wasn't long until she was thrown out for her behavior. Then she finally left and walked away.
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*Vorim was left crying on the floor as someone called emergency services and the owner of the establishment attempted to help him. As Alpha moved down the street, Sapphire stepped out of a restaurant right in front of her.*
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"You touch me, and I kill you." The knives were burning her hands, but she didn't care or didn't know.
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[u]Whoa... What’s with those?.. You are Alpha, right? You look just like her.[/u] *She took a step closer, not showing any sign of aggression but also not showing why fear of the blades.* [u]Don’t you recognize me? I’m Sapphire...[/u]
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She took a step back, a hunted fear. "I don't give a shit. Get out of my way"
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[u]What’s wrong? What are you even still doing here? I thought you ran away![/u]
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"Get out of my way!" Her face had ahunted looked
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[u]Alpha, just tell me what’s wrong...[/u] *She stepped forward, looking extremely worried.*
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[b]Someone had walked in a few minutes later, ordering something at the counter. The person had a cheery voice, but even if Alpha had been listening she just barely wouldn’t have been able to make out the words. When the person would retrieve their order, they would look back at Alpha. If Alpha was looking, she’d see a rather peculiar sight. It was a woman, that much was evident, but only three things could be made out from her form. She had overalls on, along with goggles on her head. She had a wide smile as well, but not creepily or inhumanly big. Everything else just seemed like a mesh... Like she could’ve been looking at anything. The woman would approach where Alpha was sitting.[/b] “You having a bad night?” [b]The woman would chuckle to herself, looking down at Alpha.[/b] “Don’t know why I asked. You’ve had it rough, no need to explain anything, as much I know you don’t want to. Probably bothering you, aren’t I?” [b]Her smile would suddenly melt away, giving way to a neutral expression.[/b] “Sorry. Just realized that was probably a little insensitive. I’m Professor Chyrth. Run a little shop near the outskirts. And I know I haven’t really given you a chance to respond to anything, but you’re not exactly the most open person. Can tell just from how you’re sitting there.”
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"Oh joy, another omniscient dojoite here to pass judgement. Color me surprised." Alpha replied as she rubbed her eye tiredly. She didn't seem open NOW, but that was because she didn't want to talk to someone who either knew or thought they knew her from a glance. This pseudo-conversation could only end badly for Alpha. "If you're here to look down on me, go away. I don't need that crap"
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“Judge you? Omniscient? Nah! I just know what could’ve happened in your past! I don’t exactly know what happened, but I know an absolute [i]ton[/i] of possibilities! And just considering how you look, I assumed it was one of the bad ones! If I’m mistaken correct me!” [b]The woman’s smile would return, but this time it was warm and inviting, she meant no ill will.[/b] “I’m not here to judge you or anything! I just saw you here and thought it’d be an excellent opportunity to learn about emotion! You see, I’m a lot... Different. I’m trying to learn how people act and feel so I can mimic it! That way I can prove my kin wrong about people!”
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"Go away. I'm not interested" She said flatly.
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[b]The Professor would giggle, taking a drink of whatever she had ordered.[/b] “It wasn’t a choice! I’m just gonna be making observations and see what happens and how people react to stuff! You’re the only sad person I’ve seen, so the course of logic is pretty obvious!”
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"You can be thrown out for harassing a patron" She pointed out
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“Except the fact I’m not harassing you! No insults, no aggressive behavior, nothing like that at all! Can’t get me thrown out for anything!”
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"you can be thrown out for sitting uninvited at my table. I never invited you. Go away."
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“I’m not at your table. I’m about... Eh... Five or six feet away! Not at your table!”
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"I'm going to ask you to go away" She said before pointedly looking away
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“Yeah, you haven’t asked me a single question, though! You’ve just told me things to do, and honestly that’s really rude of you to do! I’m not even really a person and I know that!”
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She ejected a plasma knife from her wrist unit and held it up. "Go. Away." She sheathed it and sighed, getting up to pay for her food
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The door to the shop chimed open, the little golden bell shattering the stillness of the late night. A man in dirtied blue robes stepped inside. The gentle clink of buckles and armor accompanied each step. As he approached the center of the room he turned his gaze to the corner the woman sat in. That corner was the best position to tactically be in. But while the woman looked toned and well-built, the air surrounding her was that of dread. A lifeless stare and slumped frame said it all. He had been through more than one existential crisis in his life, born of horrors many had been released from by death. But it pained the man to see a warrior brought to a broken shell. Strength gave one confidence to strike out against the world. If that confidence failed... He started towards her table and drug a chair from its home near the middle of the room to her table. He spun it around and crashed down upon it, directly across from her. “You look like hell had a remodeling done.” His voice was sturdy and straightforward yet not without humor. He leaned in towards the table and spoke quietly. “If you mope around like this, it’ll dishearten the new kids. Veterans are supposed to be the strong ones”
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"That's the thing. I don't want to be a veteran anymore. Just look around at the so called heroes here and tell me that they're all good people." She said tiredly. "I never asked for this. I never wanted this. All of my life I just wanted a family. But I can't really have that, either." She laughed sourly. The fur on her body, once something she was proud of, and cleaned regularly, now seemed mangy and matted. "I don't give a damn about the new kids, I just want out."
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“Very few of us ever did this by choice, and not everyone who took up the mantle of being a warrior was a good person. Some never were, others lost their faith in the fooling generations abilities, and even more simply lost their minds” The man fished into his collar and pulled out a small steel amulet. It was ancient and corroded, but the shape of a Celtic cross still let itself be known. “I can’t promise that every single one of the kids is a good person. But I can promise there are good ones. And strong ones. People who can accomplish things we never could, and instead sealed them away in fear or worse, ran in pure terror” The man spun the amulet around his fingers and then took it up in a white- knuckled grip. “You think you’re the only one who wanted a simple life? A peaceful one? One without hate, war, and loss? Such a life doesn’t exist. We became who we are because there was no one else. We are the few who were sacrificed. Stripped of our homes, family, friends, and even our humanity.”
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"Sorry I said anything" She said with a short sigh. She cupped her cup in her hands as she took a sip from her coffee. "And the new guys tried to kill me when someone put a bounty on my head. So none of them are good in my book" Something was up, because his short little speech wasn't what she wanted to hear.
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“A bounty?” The man sized her up, judging by current attitude and posture, there was no reason for him to think that she was exceedingly violent or deranged. Just depressed. “Why would someone put a bounty on you?”
