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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2017 1:36:52 AM
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[i]"Clinic." [/i]
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[i]When?[/i]
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[i]"Whenever." [/i]
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[i]Then we go now. I can pay for whatever costs you may require.[/i] She said, standing up. JT would also notice how Alpha seemed to have aged, closer to 19 now instead of 15
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[i]"No worries, this one's free. Everyone deserves the right to talk." [/i]
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She raised an eyebrow before walking onwards towards the clinic. Alpha wanted to waste no time in restoring her speech.
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[i]And before that happened, JT hit her over the back of the head. He hoped to knock her out with a swift punch, mainly because the writer can't be assed to write the clinic up again, so he would timeskip to after the surgery. [/i]
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She almost went out, but turned around quickly enough to draw her pistol on JT Her face was simply a mixture of shock and anger, demanding an explanation. The way her eye looked to JT suggested that maybe she'd been Bill Cosby'd before.
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[i]JT had the fastest hand in all the west - His fist collided with Alpha's jaw, his own raw strength enough to almost knock her out. [/i]
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He heard such a loud crack he knew he broke it. Though with his fancy ass shit he knew he could fix it.
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[i]By the time she awoke, Alpha would have a mended jaw and a text to speech device embedded in her throat, with a speaker connected to the roof of her mouth. She awoke in an apartment in downtown Dojoville, surrounded by medical gear and on a bed. Fully clothed at that, so she knew nothing happened. [/i]
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She groaned, and stopped. She whispered something to herself, and sighed with relief. It was over. "Thank god." She said. It was a little off, but it'd work
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[i]JT walked into the room (which Alpha could tell was a bedroom now, due to her vision clearing up) and noticed Alpha. He had originally came in to check up on his patient, though he just chuckled. "How's the throat feel?" [/i]
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"Like shit. Other than that, I can talk now." She said, seeming better "Though did you REALLY have to do that?" She said, massaging her jaw
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[i]"Not really, it was just fun."[/i]
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"Yeah yeah Treyman." She said jokingly. "Anyhow.....do you happen to know what happened to Irina.?"
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[i]"I wish I did, I really do. Last I heard she was skinning dragons here." [/i]
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"Can't say I'm upset at that. Their damn daddy killed me. Raid had to bring me back." She said, grimacing
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[i]"Raid? That dude from the Avalon that had a wedding?" [/i]
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"Psychopathic god-like dude with anger management problems? Yeah, that guy"
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[i]"Never met 'em." [/i]
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"Right. Anyhow....I hope she brings me a pelt or two. My sparrowhawk needs decoration."
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[i]"...You're a special kind of psycho, ain't you?"[/i]
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"I just don't have sympathy for people who kill others whenever it suits them over anything."
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[i]"So Irina?" [/i]
