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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/6/2017 3:24:52 AM
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Traci twirled around, holding her short white skirt down so it wouldn't rise up. Her black tank top covered her slim, extremely feminine body.
"Battle we shall! Let's go! Is this to the death? Death isn't something I enjoy when it's me."
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"I kind of already said it's to ze death like twice. Are you sure you're old enough to consent to zis? You look rather young... Tell me your age bevore ve begin. And don't lie to me, I can get ze Priest to confirm." [b]The Huntress would refuse to fight her if she was a child still, she had morals unlike the Vampire Hunter.[/b]
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"I'm 18 physically! Not by much, but still! Come on!" Traci got a bit angry at Huntress quiestioning her age, it obviously hit a nerve.
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"I couldn't give a single damn about your visical age, vat is your mental age? Vor all I know you had your aging process sped up."
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"Well, I'm told I'm like, 6 mentally, but I....I don't get what you mean...." Traci stood there, confused. She slumped a bit and sighed. "Why do people always try and confuse me?"
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"I'm not going to vight you. I refuse to kill a child. Zat's just crossing a like I vish not to cross. Vy to you vant to vight so badly?"
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"Because! That's what I do! Now fight me! Come on!" Traci formed a knife in her hand and sloppily threw it at Huntress. "F-Fight me!"
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"I am not vighting a child. It does not matter iv you vere made vor killing, I revuse to hurt a child. Do not make me get vatever constitutes your parental guardians. I vill."
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"I'm not a child!" Traci whined loudly, getting red in the face. "I am an adult and I don't need any parents!"
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"Yet you act exactly as a child vould ven zey don't get vat zey vant. Tell you vat, since ve can't vight, how about ve go get some ice cream?"
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"You sound like my f*cking father...." Traci shook her head and plopped down on the ground with a groan. "Ugh! Suck my nonexistint willy, why don'tcha? Acting like I can't take care of myself or make decisions...."
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"You have ze mental capability of a child. You cannot take care od yourselv. Ah! I know somezing ve can do instead of vight! And trust me on one zing, I'm probably least qualified to tell you vat to do. I vas doing cocaine at age vivteen."
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"What can we do instead of fight? Get f*cking icecream like I'm a toddler? No thanks....I'm just going to lie here and cry, I think." Traci sighed, curling up and closing her eyes.
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[b]The Huntress takes a deep sigh. She came to beat the hell out of some people, but she was stuck with someone who was acting like a goddamned ten year old that knew profanity. She went over to Traci, sitting down next to her.[/b] "Zat's not vat I vas going to suggest. I vas going to suggest zat be get you a longer skirt so someone doesn't get an eyeful if you move too vast."
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"F*ck off....I like exposing my skin. Not because I like being eye candy, but because it feels free. I like feeling the wind on my bare skin. Also, I don't want it getting in the way when killing people." Traci sighed again.
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"You are... Very, very rude. Didn't anyone ever bozer to teach you some manners?" [b]The Huntress suddenly gets a worried look in her eyes. She didn't want to see a young girl do the things she did.[/b] "Are you okay?"
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"My parents? Teach me manners? Nope. Learned how to fire a gun though and went on suicide missions, that count? Nah! You know what?! I'm fine! F*cking perfect! I'm not a f*cking slave to some f*cking jack*ss that thinks he's god and forces me to kill millions of people! I didn't just recently see my mother f*cking tortured in several ways right in front of my eyes as I cried out, wishing I could do anything to help her...." Traci began to cry into her hands, rolling on the ground. "It's all my fault..."
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[b]The Huntress sighs. Another kid with a tragic backstory she was supposed to feel bad about. Normally she would, but she was honestly numb at this point. She had no clue to where she could even begin to start caring. Nevertheless, she bends down, giving Traci a gentle hug.[/b] "Shh... Just take a second and let vatever out, okay? I'm a stranger, best person to tell things. You may never even see me again."
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"I-I'm okay....I just.....I should see my grandfather, shouldn't I? There's no way you care, you're a murderous psychopath just like how I am half the time." Traci sat up and sniffled, hugging back a little. "I'm not looking for sympathy. Thanks, whoever you are. For kinda sorta trying to help or something, I guess."
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"Kid, I'm not going to lie to you and say zat I care. I really don't. I've been zrough zis so many times I'm just desensitized. Sorry, but I don't think I could care if I tried. But yes, you should see your grandfather, I guess."
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"Yeah...you sure you don't want to spar? I won't summon a block of lead and drop it on your head or anything and cheat." Traci looked pleadingly up at Huntress.
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"I am not hurting a child. Under any circumstance. Maybe gen you don't have the mind of a six year old."
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Traci sighed as she stood up and nodded. "Okay, fine. I'll mature a little before coming back to fight you....Weird how this ended up with me wanting to go see Grant, isn't it? Huh..." Traci turned around and began to walk away.
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"I vill assume zat Grant is your grandfazer. But yeah, just come back ven you are older and I vill vight you. See you later, I guess."
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"Yeah...bye." Traci left. [spoiler]End. That was boring.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]At least she's going to see Grant now lol.[/spoiler]
