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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2016 6:26:02 PM
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"Who the hell was talking to you about that shit? We don't even know your age, Pan. You look like you're 15."
[spoiler]According to you at least.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]She's suppose to look 18ish[/spoiler] [b]Pan:[/b] "A guy called John. We didn't get far into the demonstration before Artemis got me out of the bar."
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"Guy named John... What'd he look like?"
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[i]Pan describes a drunk JT.[/i]
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"It was that cowboy asshole! Yeah, I know that guy! He's a dick."
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Edited by Stitch: 11/16/2016 8:15:45 PM[i]Pan raises her hand.[/i] "Actually, he isn't a ****, but he does have one. It was a lot of fun to suck on! It was like a lolipop!"
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[b]Anger. That is all a fûcking knew at that second.[/b] "WHAT THE FÛCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
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Edited by Stitch: 11/16/2016 8:28:37 PM[i]Pan laughs.[/i] "His thingy was fun! He seemed to like what I was doing. You should've seen the happiness on his face!"
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[b]I put my helmet back on. I was pissed. If I would know if she was an adult, I couldn't give less of a shit, but we don't know if she's an adult or not, so that's fûcking illegal.[/b] "I'm going to go have some... Words with him. Piece of shit. Old 1900s cowboy lookin motherfûcker."
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[i]Pan jumps on your back.[/i] "Yeah! You should meet him! He called me beautifle and said he like my company. John is a really nice guy."
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"No. JT's a bastard. You haven't met him like I've met him. Don't go near him, anymore, got it? That's not a request. That's a fûcking order. Only reason he's so nice to you is because he wants you to give him head. That's how he's like with all women. He likes to flirt with them just to get sex, and that's fûcked up. You got that? Don't. Go. Near. Him."
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[i]Pan gets sad.[/i] "I thought he actually liked me...most people call me annoying and try to get away, but I thought he actually liked me."
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"He doesn't. I know how this guy works."
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[i]Pan starts to tear up.[/i] "You like me, right?"
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"Pan, I love you. You're my daughter, remember?"
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[i]Pan sniffles (is that a word?).[/i] "Y-Yeah? Do you find me annoying?"
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"Sometimes... But not all the time."
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"..........Can you fix me?"
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"What do you mean by that?"
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"Fix my head." [i]Pan's voice suddenly sounds more serious and mature.[/i] "I only have so long, Grant. I can feel myself slipping...."
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"Bedlam. Yes, what do you want to talk to me about?"
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"This isn't Bedlam. This is me, Pan....Not that anyone knows the real me anymore. Even I have forgotten who I am."
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[b]I stop.[/b] "Oh. I see. What do you have to say?"
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[i]Pan gets off your back and stands in front of you. You can see tears running down her face as she places a hand on your shoulder.[/i] "Help. Me. Please. I can't do this anymore. I'm using the last of my strength to tell you that I can't use my powers anymore. If I do there won't be any going back. Also..." [i]Pan chuckles through her crying.[/i] "...don't go too hard on John."
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[b]I slide my helmet off again. I look at Pan in the eyes.[/b] "I only need to know one thing. How old are you? Hell, all I need to know is if you're above the age of consent."
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[i]Pan shrugs.[/i] "I don't know, sorry. My memory only goes back a month."
