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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Crrowly:
11/6/2017 2:50:42 AM
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Ainsley 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?”
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".....What else would I care about? Murder?" Traci raised a brow. "I don't get it."
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“Yeah, I don’t get it either....” Ainsley rubbed his temples. “Did you have daddy problems as a child or somethin’? Pardon my rudeness but... why are you like this?”
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"My father is an *sshole that almost got me killed countless times by taking me on dangerous missions only spec ops should go on!" She said casually, laughing.
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“Hahaha! Totally relatable!” Three cheers for evident sarcasm and forced laughter. “And your mom?” Part of him didn’t want to know.
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"Constantly depressed and a slave to the same man that forces me to murder by the millions! Daughter like mother!" She kept laughing with a smile. "Please, kill me! End this suffering!"
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“Hahaha! I can no longer laugh!” His fake as hell grin faded away quickly, face turning into one that showed concern. [i]Crap,[/i] he thought. He could ask if she was alright? No, that’s stupid, of course she isn’t. What’s a guy supposed to say? “Umm... well, I’m always here...? And I promise I won’t force you to kill millions or be constantly depressed?”
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The girl fell to her knees crying all of a sudden into her hands. "I can't take this! Please! Help me! I can't take it...I can't take it...."
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Ainsley went silent for a moment, before kneeling down in front of Traci. It took all of his focus to get the constant electrical impulses in his body to chill the hell out, before he gently laid a hand on Traci’s shoulder. No static shocks. “Shh,” He murmured in a somewhat comforting tone. “I’ll do what I can to help, whenever I can.”
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Traci kept crying into her hands, falling over onto her side. "I'm such a failure...I'm a murderer! I killed them all!....They killed my mother..."
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“H-hey. The past is the past–c’mon, Traci. You can’t do anything about it now.” He paused for a moment, for continuing hesitantly. “You have to move on at some point. We all do.”
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"She died yesterday in front of me after getting tortured in several ways for hours on end...." Traci looked up with anger in her eyes. "Don't tell me to move on."
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[i]What the hell,[/i] he thought to himself. This was a predicament. “Do you want revenge? On the person who tortured and killed her?” He asked Traci seriously.
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"I wish....Sadly, I doubt that day will ever come." Traci sighed, being completely serious. "I'd do anything to get revenge."
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“Why wouldn’t the day ever come?” Ainsley asked. “Traci, I’d do anything to help you, really.”
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"I'm his slave. I have no ability to fight back. He made a clear example with my mother...it's over." Traci began to tear up. "I'm such a horrible daughter."
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“How the hell are you a horrible daughter!? Looks to me like it....” He raised his eyebrow microscopically. Was he making assumptions? “The man who did this. Is he your father?”
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"N-No....My father did send ne out on numerous suicide missions though despite how young I was..." Traci sniffled a little.
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Ainsley nodded. “Either way, you’re not a horrible daughter. We’ll find a way to kill that man, alright?”
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"A-Alright...." Traci suddenly hugged Ainsley. "Thank you. You're so kind."
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Due to Ainsley’s focus on controlling his electricity generation, there was no shock this time. “Gah–yeah, yeah....” He murmured.
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"I'm sorry about your electric problem. Must make it hard to get laid." She patted his back with a weak giggle.
