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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/9/2016 1:21:03 PM
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"Jesus Christ, kid! Calm down! I ain't gonna hurt anyone!"
[b]I noticed the impact, even though my armor ignored it. I saw that she hurt her ankle. I take a doctor's bag out.[/b]
"Damn, kid... You went and fûcked up your ankle. Wait. You guys are werewolves or some shit, right? What if I became a werewolf? Then would that work?"
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[i]Sasha replies with no hesitation.[/i] "Nothing." [i]The male nudges her with an annoyed look before responding.[/i] "There's all kinds of sports we play, sparring can be fun, reading, writing, and some theatre. Why do you ask?"
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"People with guns generally have a purpose. You're not guards or somethin?"
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[i]The male puts a paw on Sasha's mouth before she makes a stupid reply and replies.[/i] "No, this was just for our safety because we do not trust outsiders."
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"You don't have to worry around me. Hell, I'll disarm if ya want."
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[i]He shakes his head.[/i] "There's no reason for you to do that." [i]Sasha turns into a 5'10 women, the armor reshaping to her body. Her age seems to be roughly 20. She has a tail and ears like Artemis, but grey. She skips around you with a smile.[/i] "You don't seem harmful."
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"Heh. You certainly seem happy. Well, seeing that you've shown your face, guess I'll show mine." [b]I slide my helmet off, revealing my face. Now, I know you know damn well what my face looks by now, so I'm not gonna bother.[/b] "Damn helmet always clogging the air."
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[i]Sasha gets really close to you as she looks you over. The grey wolf is not amused.[/i] "Sasha, what the hell are you doing?"
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"Not that I'm pissed or anything, but yeah. What are you doing?"
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[i]Sasha backs up a bit.[/i] "Sorry! I'm just bored and you're the first interesting thing that has happened in a while. I mean, someone giving a sh*t about the little runt? That's new."
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"Why do you all hate Artemis so much? It doesn't make sense to me. It's almost like you're hating a person with a disability."
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[i]Sasha looks confused.[/i] "Artemis?...Oh! That's right, her mother named her that before she knew her daughter was a runt. Silly, runt. She doesn't get a name."
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[b]A look of disappointment crosses my face. That was plain despicable. [/b] "What's wrong with you? She's still a person! Whether or not she's a runt, she's still a person!"
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[i]Sasha laughs, but stops when she looks at your face.[/i] "I can't tell if you're joking."
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"I'm not."
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[i]Sasha seems terribly confused.[/i] "Runts aren't equal, outsider. They're the bottom."
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"That sounds horribly racist."
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"Racist? We're still the same race. Her social status is just at the bottom."
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"That doesn't sound humane. Hold on, if you view them as worthless, why keep them around?"
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[i]She shrugs.[/i] "The code says so and we do find things for that runt to do. Mostly entertainment."
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"Stuff like what?"
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"Y'know, roles in plays no one else wants, being the prey when kids play Hunt, sharpening claws, cleaning, and other stuff."
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"Oh. Good. Thought you made them do horrible shit or something."
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[i]Sasha gets nervous.[/i] "Y-Yeah, nothing too bad."
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"You're lying to me. I can tell. Not to mention the scars and bruises and cuts all over Artemis. Don't beat around the bush. Just tell me."
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[i]Sasha gets pushed away by the grey wolf.[/i] "You've overstayed your welcome, outsider. I suggest you leave."
