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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/6/2016 11:30:49 PM
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[b]I stand in the courtyard of the Dojo. I have my NCR standard-issue Ranger Combat Armor on, my overcoat covering most of the combat armor and some of my jeans, reinforced with a ballistic-polymer weave. I don't have my helmet on, however. My jet black hair still short-cut, the dye in it working wonders. My dull blue eyes, probably looking like I was gazing into nothing. I was using cans on the Dojo wall for target practice with my silenced sniper rifle.[/b]
[spoiler]Open. Short post to kill time.[/spoiler]
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*She nods weakly, somehow managing to lose before she even makes the tiny Vault Boy take a step.* *Elvis "Aww..." *She aces the second attempt, moving to the next level.*
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[b]It took around ten more minutes for me to cook dinner. I played it, and drug a table over to where Elvis was. I sat her plate down, and mine. I pulled a chair up. The dinner was Brahmin steak with sautéed mutfruit and mashed tatoes.[/b]
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*She looks at the food, a little put off by the dulled, dirty looking colors.*
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[b]I take a bite out of mine. I didn't think the colors were too dull. The tatoes were red, the steak was brown, the mutfruit was purple.[/b]
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*She hesitantly takes a bite of mutfruit, suddenly putting a napkin up to her mouth as she coughs, spitting it out.*
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"What's wrong?" [b]I thought it tasted pretty good. Almost like a sweeter version of carrots.[/b]
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*Elvis "Do you, urp, have any less mutated f-foods?"
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"Uhh... Mutfruits aren't actually mutated, but okay. Try the tatoes. They're literally just a cross between a tomato and potato."
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*Elvis "Well, whatever they are, I think they make me sick.* *She says, starting to try the mashed tatos.*
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[b]I wait to see her reaction to them. They should be okay. Even for someone who'd never eaten them in their life, it shouldn't bother her.[/b]
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*She takes a bite and they actually taste somewhat bad.* *Elvis "Okay, these aren't terrible."
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"Seriously, what is up with you and this kind of food? Try the steak. It's literally just a cow. Can't go wrong with a classic steak."
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*She eats a piece of steak, trying to hide her disgust.*
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[b]Well she failed. It was pretty obvious. What was up with this girl? This literally tasted like anything else in the Dojo.[/b] "You know you don't gotta eat it if ya don't wanna."
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*She sets her fork down.* *Elvis "Alright... It just tastes a little off to me."
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"What else would ya want to eat? I've got plenty of stuff."
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*Elvis "Like what?" *She looks at him curiously.*
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"Name something and I'll tell you if I have it."
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*Elvis "Steak? Normal steak?"
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"That's what's on your plate."
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*Elvis "No... This is Brahmin meat."
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"Brahmins are cows, Elvis."
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*Elvis "Two headed mutated bald cows with horns sticking off their heads in random directions.*
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"Do you know what a Brahmiluff is?"
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*Elvis "It's like a fur covered, Brahmin bull. But this is Brahmin."
