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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/31/2016 11:52:41 PM
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Q had set up a quiet New Years Party in the room he found earlier, and was playing cello for anyone who attended. There were snacks and drinks out, specifically non-alcoholic eggnog, Pepsi, Cherry-Coke, water, lemonade, and some mystery punch. Snacks include whatever snack someone brings. Q was dressed in his white sleeveless tunic and white wool shorts.
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Omega had shown up.....despite what Ian had told her. She was dressed an a rather flattering red dress, strapless, which perfectly accented her curves and form. The dress trailed over the ground as her bare paws seemed to glide over it. "Hello there"
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[spoiler]you mean here?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]no[/spoiler]
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He looked over to her and nodded. Then he looked back at her, his left ear (which was missing most of it) tilted sideways. The scars on his face were more visible than ever before as he looked at her from the short stage that took up some of the room. "Y-You're Omega, right?" he asked, his voice quiet, and rather shy, strangely enough.
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"Yes?.........Y-you're not with Tubbs.....right?" She said cautiously
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He shook his head no. "Im not even technically with the Dojo. I just live here. Tubbs is...different than most. Im sorry for what he did...he was...angry..at what someone did...I'd probably be angry too if...nevermind...so....there are snacks over on the table there, some drinks too, soo..if you get hungry there's stuff..." His voice was a little depressed, and it was noticeable.
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"Oh....I can't eat that anyways, but I appreciate your offer......what's with the long face?"
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"Im not sure you'd want to know...a close friend died...murdered, really..its not a pretty story..." he says, shaking a little as he holds back a wave of sobs.
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"I'm so sorry......"
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He collected himself, wiping his eyes dry. "A-anyway...are you ok? Getting kidnapped sucks..." he said. Possibly from personal experience?
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"I'm fine." She didn't press the matter, nor did she want to, crossing her arms, her lips pressed together
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He hunched forward, pushing his own feelings away. He could tell she was upset. "You're not ok, actually. Getting ripped away from wherever you'd call home to be used as bait, and then being tortured... no one would be ok after that, except maybe Raid...but that's beside the point."
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"I'm fine. Ian....he was there for me."
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Quincy shudders at the mention of his name, trying to hide his anger. "Right...Ian.."
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"What's wrong?"
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"I....he...." He sighs, rubbing his forehead. "Its nothing...just...be careful..."
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"Why? I love him, and he would never hurt me"
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"He would never hurt [u]you[/u]..." he said, his voice becoming quiet and depressed again.
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"What's wrong?"
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"Do you really want to know?" he asked, looking up at her.
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"yes, what's wrong?"
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"Ian...he..." Q couldnt seem to find a way to say it.
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"He what?....I don't support his killing, but I know he did it for what he thought was right"
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He looked up at her, his silver eyes turned ruby. "WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS RIGHT?!? HE FREAKING MURDERED ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS FOR SPORT!!! CUT HIS FREAKING HEAD OFF!!! IN FRONT OF HIS SISTER!! WHO IS SIX!! SO EXCUSE ME IF IM A LITTLE UPSET!" he shouted. He immediately regretted it as he clamped his mouth shut, his eyes watering.
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She backed off "They were part of the dojo.....the same dojo that had murdered my parents!"
