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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/20/2016 7:31:23 PM
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"Too bad that the future didn't get the -blam!-ing memo, because it seems to grow legs and run like a fat kid towards twix when I get closer to it"
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"Aren't you just a comedian all of the sudden? It'll be fine, Alpha. I promise. If I can murder sixty-seven people, technically sixty-eight - and yes, I'm aware that's not as bad as what you did - and recover from that, get a job...I'm sure as hell that you'll be able to lead a better life. C'mon now, let's get something to eat. We can chat for a bit...if you're fine with that, of course. I want you to make that choice."
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"might as well, better than sitting on my ass...." he said, braking off and standing up
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"Great. Anywhere in particular you want to go? I'm fine with anything." [i]Irina rose up as well, stuffing her hands into her coat's pockets: she was ready to follow Alpha, to say the least.[/i]
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"what ever you want is fine"
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"Alright. How does Italian sound? Mm, now I ought to get Arianna...she might cheer you up."
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"Who the hell is that?....also sure, I haven't had italian....uhh...since I turned into this"
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"My "daughter", you could say," [i]Irina immediately snapped back, before sighing.[/i] "It's a long story. Let's go."
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"Its a long walk. soo...what's the story?" he got up, and followed her lead "Y'know, that sounds related to something that happened not to long ago back home.....mom somehow messed with timelines and shit, and found a version of me that didn't kill the first kid that I did. That version of me is eight, is also a goat....and mom's trying to get him back home, since his parents and sister are still alive and together"
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"Huh. Well, Ry - your mother - assisted me in actually cloning a much younger version of myself. Thanks to her, I have Arianna, who is basically a shorter, sweeter, and less mentally scarred version of me. And Ry, on the other hand...she has about a metric ton of seven-year old me's as well." [i]Irina snickered to herself, looking back at Alpha as she walked.[/i] "So I mean, if you want me to get Arianna to try cheering you up, I'll go get her. She loves Italian, mostly because she IS Italian. Or was."
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"nah, but something tells me that her and mini-me should meet" He sighed "What the hell is my mom doing with a ton of you?......don't answer that, I don't want to know"
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"Probably experiments or something...could you keep me updated? I'm very concerned about the condition of my mini-me's." [i]Irina chuckled, before the two found themselves seats outside of an Italian restaurant.[/i] "It's been a while since I've had Italian." [i]Irina said, sitting down.[/i] "I can pay and order everything. Whatcha want to drink before the waiter gets here?"
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"Cherry cola" He said curtly, not because he didn't like Irina, but....hell, he was pretty damn tense
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"Alright." [i]As the waiter came by, Irina ordered a cherry coke for Alpha and a glass of African mineral water, something that seemed rather interesting to drink. The waiter returned, giving them their drinks.[/i] "What will you have today, sir and madam?" [i]The waiter ask, clearly not minding appearances or anything of the sort. He seemed nice enough. [/i] "Can I try the Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca, please?" [i]Irina said, wondering what Alpha would order. The menu had pizza, spaghetti, breadsticks, foods for health...basically everything Italian.[/i]
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"Shrimp....alfredo?" He said, after a glance at the menu
