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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Stitch:
11/2/2017 1:12:34 AM
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"Whaaat? No. I kill because that's what I'm made to do. That's what I'm good at. It's been brainwashed into my head to love spilling blood."
Traci shrugged.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Stab! Stab! Stab!"
Traci laughed again, but a feeling of fear, sadness, and regret could be felt in it.
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"Traci, you.. don't seem to enjoy senseless murder as much as you try to make it seem so." [i]Freya would then place down the trident in her hand, before daring to approach the yelling woman before her. She stopped, that same sadness recognizing the regret in Traci's voice. Freya hung around killers.. she knew regret in someone's voice. She killed people in the chaos of battle, how could she not know?[/i] "You can be honest with me."
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"I can't and it's partially true...that's the sad part..." Traci broke down crying and laughing at the same time, falling to her knees. She looked insane as her make up ran down her face. "Please, free me from this torment! I'm just a killing machine!"
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[i]Freya didn't say anything this time, kneeling down to Traci's level and taking her hand. She was trying to watch for any sudden movements, but it was more difficult than she thought it would be.[/i] [i]It was honestly worse than watching one of her own men crying after their first kill. They knew that they would end lives, but a few.. had moments.[/i] "Traci, look up at me. I want you to tell me where this person who did this to you is. And I'll.. [i]we'll[/i] handle the situation. I'm going to help you.. alright?"
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Edited by Stitch: 11/2/2017 2:06:36 AM"Y-You can't..." Traci sniffled and looked up at Freya a creepy smile on her face. The mixture of happiness and pain was unsettling to look at. "...He's practically a god. The war will just rage on and on for eternity across so many worlds. I tried to kill him! Oh yes I did! But he always has a plan! Always! Always....Haha! Oh! How I wanted to rip his heart out and feed it to him for doing this....And my mother! Oh, my mother! He tortured the hell out of her right in front of me! The screams...the screams...so much pain....Fun!"
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"Do not tell me that we can't." [i]Freya's voice was influenced by a sudden harshness, her hands holding onto Traci's head with light, thin hands. She had brought Traci's eyes to meet her own - the light orange pupils staring to Traci's eyes as well.[/i] "...Tell me where he is at, Traci." [i]...A certain fury had begun to brew within Freya. Something that she hadn't felt before. She didn't even know this man, but was this.. hatred?[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 11/2/2017 11:27:51 PM"His room up in the sky where no one can reach him, watching the war from above with a smile." Traci kept her eyes on Frey's, desperation clear in her expression. "Please get them out of my head..."
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"Traci, I need you to.. get comfortable, you could say. Just calm down, and we can work this out. Together." [i]Freya said, staring into Tracy's eyes as she helped her fellow redhead up, to her feet. As she brought her up, she would nod towards Traci silently.[/i] "In the sky.. where in the sky, Traci? Is he airborne? Magic?"
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Traci shook her head and tried to hug Frey, burying her face in the other girl's shoulder before whispering. "No. No. Not that sky. The sky of all worlds. He watches. He knows. Help. Me."
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"I'll.. I'll help you." [i]Freya would rock Traci's form back and forth, resting her chin upon the mentally unstable girl's shoulder, her hands hugging Traci.[/i] "Shh, just.. let it all out."
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"I miss my mother..." Traci sniffled, holding onto Frey like she may die if she let go. "I miss her so much....I'm going to kill him. He'll pay....He laughed while making me go insane, but I'll have the last laugh as his guts are spilled...yes...yes.....He'll scream. He'll squeal in pain and fear....."
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"Shhh." [i]Freya had taken to tightening her hug. She didn't know Traci.. well at all. But, in a typical heroic manner, she had to at least try to help. She brought the crying young woman a little closer, sighing to herself.[/i]
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"I'm so sorry...I just want to go back to being a normal girl...." Traci sniffled again, going quiet as she just kept on hugging Freya. She nuzzled her head under Freya's chin to try and get in a more comforting position.
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"This isn't your fault. You aren't a girl, anymore. You're a strong woman." [i]Freya had taken to saying, breaking away from the hug for a few seconds, her hands slipping up to Traci's shoulders. The woman's hands would caress Traci's shoulders, as she smiled.. a little wider than before.[/i] "...We're going to work this out. First.. we should find a place for you, to stay, if you don't have a home. The Dojo isn't safe for you."
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"I have no where to go..." She stared down at the ground, still sobbing lightly. "I've lost everything...even my mind."
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"No, you haven't. You still have yourself, you have your mind.. you've got me, too." [i]Freya would murmur that last line, closing her eyes a little. It embarrassed her, with the way that it had sounded.[/i] "I can find you a place.. back at our encampment, likely."
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"Th-Thank you! Thank you. I owe you so much, Freya. I'll pay you back, whatever you ask. Whatever you need. I'll die for you in battle if you need." Traci sounded like she'd actually do it too.
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[i]Freya's face turned a little pinkish, at that statement. She regained her demeanor, still stuttering a little bit.[/i] "Well, ah.. thanks. Nobody's.. ever pledged to die for me, but I suppose that makes us.. even? I don't really.. need much, right now. Other than training on your acrobatics, I think I'm.. alright."
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"Wait, do you mean acrobatics like in bed or combat? I'm fine with either, mas-err...Freya." Traci giggled.
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[i]Traci would hit a nerve there, as the commander would flush a vibrant red. She would stop a little at the master comment, biting her lip tightly in a seemingly embarrassed fashion.[/i] "-Traci, I.. well.." [i]She would need a few seconds to release a few very uncomfortable laughs. Not only was Freya a complete hardass all the time - but underneath that shell, she seemed way too uncomfortable when faced against a simple flirt or two.[/i] "...Maybe you c-can repay me with something else. Like.. cheers. Sure.."
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"Cheers, eh?" Traci giggled. "I'll make sure the next cheers I do for you are extra...showy. You're awesome, Freya. Cute too."
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"Showy? How will they be.. showy? And.. thanks, I guess. First time that anyone's ever called me master, and awesome. And.. cute." [i]Freya nodded to herself, smiling nervously at Traci.[/i] "...though yes. I would appreciate some combat acrobatics. A-And.. maybe we could do something later. Then the.. "other" acrobatics."
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"Showy as in purposely showing what's under the skirt, silly. Now, where shall we start with acrobatics? Can you do a simple handstand? I'd do one, but I'm wearing a skirt." Traci hopped in place, unable to sit still.
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"I think I can.." [i]It took a few seconds, but Freya would manage. She was now flipped upside down, slightly embarrassed, while she maintained her posture still.[/i] "T-This. Right?"
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Edited by Stitch: 11/3/2017 10:57:48 PMTraci held onto Freya's thighs to make sure she remained stable. "Yep! Good job! Maybe you want to practice so you can do it a bit faster though."
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[i]Freya blushed a little as her thighs were touched, as Traci gripped smooth black leather that was Freya's leggings. The woman flipped back onto her feet quickly, nodding calmly.[/i] "Yes, I will.. certainly practice. Though I should find you a place.. near me, of course."
