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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Stitch:
11/5/2017 11:51:00 PM
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[url=http://www.example.com]Look Who's Back![/url]
...we're f*cked.
"Ahh! The Dojo! So nice to see you again!"
Iso's redhead daughter, Traci, walked up to the gates with a smile. She had on a black cloak, white skirt, stockings, and a red backpack.
"Anyone still alive in there?!"
She giggled, seeming to be as much of an innocent school girl as ever. Her long red pigtails bounced up and down.
[spoiler]Open! Bringing back some fun randomness to the Dojo.[/spoiler]
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“Can confirmed; everybody’s fuсkin’ dead in this joint!” The gate swung open to reveal a man–or a boy. He was young, only 18 years of age. Despite that, his body was a fit, athletic one, at 5’1” in height. His body was thin, with muscles just visible, with lightly tanned skin. His face looked like a normal face, well proportioned, a couple scars, small scars here and there. His typicality was only highlighted by his common, dark brown hair. But in truth, none of that was what Track’s attention would be attracted to first. First, it would be his eyes. They were about as unnatural as they could get, distinctly lacking noticeable irises. The pupils were colored a bright, electric opal; electric blue with various other bright colors mixed around. Google opal if you don’t know what it looks like. The second most notable thing about him was the uncontrollable electric aura that seemed to emanate from him. If Traci focused on it, she’d be able to feel faint static electricity just by standing near the boy. Having felt this electricity, she might’ve also seen the crackling, blue electricity that sometimes flashed around his body, be it his arms, legs, chest, or head. “Not really,” He added after his response to Traci’s rhetorical question/greeting.
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Edited by Stitch: 11/6/2017 12:17:06 AMThe girl looked to be around the exact same age, barely looking 18 at 5'6" with a very thin frame. Her green eyes gazed at his uniquely colored iris' with wonder and excitement. "Woah! Preeetty~!" Traci just walked up to him so they were mere inches apart and kept staring into his eyes with a smile.
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“What? Is there a butterfly on me or something?” The boy blinked in confusion, took one huge step back, waved his hand in front of his face to get rid of the phantom butterfly. In such close proximity to the boy, Traci would’ve surely felt a decently... at least annoying amount electricity surging through the air. Again with that aura that he seemed to exude.
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"Butterfly? There's no butterfly, silly! You're eyes are just really pretty and cute! You're being weird, thinking there's a butterfly." It didn't seem to bother her as she giggled and shook her head, thinking the boy was just being silly. She took another step forward to close the distance again.
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“Mmmkay, thanks,” The boy replied, deciding not to take Traci seriously. “Why d’you keep tryna get up in my face, dude?” He took another step back. This girl seemed to be a little weird. Any normal person would treat him like a mutant freak, considering the unusualness of his eyes.
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"Because I just enjoy looking at your eyes...they're so different. Like, in a good way. I wish I had eyes like that, but I'm stuck with green and sometimes red when I go into my bloodthirsty murder fun time mood." The girl giggled again and hopped in place, pigtails bouncing up and down with her. "Ooh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Traci!"
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“Bloodthirsty whata what wha–wait, I shouldn’t ask.” He raised an eyebrow. Now she was being all bouncy. Wait, wait–he’d heard of this kind of person before! What was the term... oh yeah. Mentally unstable. But that wasn’t something he was gonna mention. “Traci? Well, I’m Ainsley,” He replied. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I really just don’t want you to go bloodthirsty murder fun time on me.”
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Traci laughed and shrugged. "I won't, don't worry. I only do that when I feel in danger...or don't like someone's face, but I haven't tried to kill you yet so obviously I like your face. It's actually a rather cute face, the eyes make it a lot better..." She laughed again. The girl didn't appear to have any weapons on her and her slim frame made her as intimidating as someone could be. The only way she'd seem scary is if someone had a phobia of schoolgirls.
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“Okay, thanks for liking my face. My face might not be so happy about being liked, but uh....” He rapidly looked for a way to change the topic, and found one quickly. “Is it not awkward.... just standing at these gates, talking like this?”
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"Nah! I'm fine. Why? Are you feeling awkward just standing here? Why don't we just sit down then? Ooh! Or we could lie in the grass together!" Traci swiftly wrapped her arms around him in a hug without warning and smiled up at him.
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The full physical contact would sent a staggering jolt of electricity through Traci, knocking the two away from each other. Think your finger reflexively flinching from a static shock, only with thrice the speed and force. A moment after the stagger, Ainsley soon recovered, looking down at himself. Blue electricity flickered off his body. “Yeah... not the best idea,” He commented, then looked at Traci apologetically. “Sorry. I can’t control it.”
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Traci was still standing, having simply staggered back a little. She pouted and crossed her arms, upset she couldn't hug him. "Well, that sucks! I love hugging people and I can't hug you!"
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“Well, sometimes,” Ainsley sighed dramatically as he leaned against the wall, purposefully staring off deeply into the sky while shaking his head philosophically. His voice became comically thoughtful. “Hugging just isn’t the answer.”
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"....." Traci raised a brow before rolling her eyes and setting her hands on her hips. "You're an idiot. A cute idiot, but still an idiot."
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Ainsley looked taken aback. Somewhere, he felt as though he didn’t want to hear that from her, of all people... but he made no comment. “Yeah, yeah, way to speak your mind. Anyhow, I’m assuming that you didn’t come to this place to talk to me, right?” He gestured at the Dojo with his right hand.
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"Right. I was hoping to return and make some friends and have a good time overall! Sorry for calling you an idiot, but that joke, man...." Traci shook her head, unamused.
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“Ah. Nice purpose. Good luck with that.” He didn’t particularly care about being called an idiot, in truth. There’s been worse, a lot worse. His own reason for being where he was was less simple, and to be frank, he barely understood it himself. “So... what constitutes a good time, then?”
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"Parties! Fun time in bed! More parties! Murder! Parties! Hugs!" Traci listed off things, hopping up and down.
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“Okay. Parties, hugs, more parties... fun time in bed... murder....” Ainsley looked around, hopefully there was nobody there to hear them. “Yeah, uh, well see here’s the thing. Parties are good. Hugs are occasionally good. Occasionally, because I’m a walking shock toy that only works 45% of the time. But uh, see there are things called STDs and pregnancy? Yeah, they make fun time in bed not so fun. And for the record, murder’s illegal in most countries nowadays.”
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"I can't get pregnant or have STD's! It's a-okay! I'm all clean!" She laughed and shrugged. "That's why I get away with doing it so much."
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Edited by Crrowly: 11/6/2017 2:50:42 AMAinsley groaned. “Are you even human?” He shook his head. “What about the fact that murder’s generally illegal?”
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"Human? No. I'm extremely human like down to the genitals though. Want to see? Also, I don't murder that much, okay? I haven't killed anyone in a while." Traci sighed.
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“Uh... no, I think I’m good. And confused.” Human, but not human? Ainsley didn’t get it, but then again he couldn’t even begin to understand Traci. And what kind of person offers to show a practical stranger their genitals? “So, moving on from murder and genitals,” He continued, wondering if a normal conversation was possible with this girl. “To be frank, I’m rather bored at the moment. Is there anything you’d like to do...?”
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"Well, you don't want anything to do with my reproductive system and can't hug or snuggle so....I dunno. Anything you want to do? See? Touch?" She giggled.
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Edited by Crrowly: 11/6/2017 3:12:00 AM“I actually am technically capable of hugging. My body generates, on average, a helluva lot more electricity than it should, but with extreme inconsistency. As I mentioned earlier, around 50% of the time, physical contact is pretty safe. I’m working on trying to control it. Not easy. Wait. Is hugging, snuggling, and sex all you care about?”
