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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/24/2017 4:34:14 AM
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She did, smacking her lips and passing it back.
"Yeah. Not that it does shit for either of us."
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[i]Jason took a swig of his own then, a good three quarters of the bottle remaining by now. Silently, he passed it back to the goat.[/i] "Aye... what're you smoking, by the way? Just a normal cigarette?"
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"Just....whatever I could pick up fastest. I have no clue. I'm new to it." She said, eyeing the carton while taking another swig, a light blush appearing on her face
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"So you likely got something shit then..." [i]Jason chuckled lightly, pulling his arm from around Alpha's shoulders to reach into one of his pockets, the goat-girl soon getting a glass cylinder with a forest green, plastic lid on it, and inside was... what seemed to be a blunt.[/i] "Smoke this, kid... it'll, ah, calm your nerves if you're still feeling a tad on-high -- which you likely do. I use 'em to deal with the arthritis."
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"'Arthritis'. Jason I was a medic on the Arrowhead. I'll deal with Tobacco because at least with this sci-fi medicine shit you can treat cancer." She said, waving off the blunt.
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"Yeah, arthritis. Most of me is metal, yes, but the parts that aren't? Oh, Christ..." [i]It was true, really... at this point, only half his pelvis, one of his shoulders, and his skull weren't a cybernetic of one kind or another. He took the blunt back, slipping it back into the pocket it came from.[/i] "I'm old, you know. Very... very fuсking old."
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"I'm a lot older than you think." She said, winking at him
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"I think I'm seventy at this point," [i]He replied, realizing he had completely and utterly lost track of his own damn age.[/i]
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"Biologically and Mentally I think I'm 19. Chronologically I think I'm....200?...300?...I don't know."
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/25/2017 11:47:40 AM"Oh, blyat... Fuсking [i]Christ[/i]. Yeah, that's... that's a lot older than I fuсkin' expected for sure." [i]He was shocked and surprised for sure.[/i]
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"....I didn't learn much. I was frozen or locked in a cell for most of it without any way of aging. for most of that my body and mind was about 13-14 years of age." She said, sighing "I'm a pretty -blam!-ed up person."
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[i]The fatherly Russian made a lengthy 'hmm' noise as he thought, pausing to take a sip of his rum, only to pass the bottle back to Alpha again. [/i] "I'm sorry to hear that," [i]Was all that he managed eventually, still so very bad at conversation like this -- it just felt weird to him.[/i]
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"...Don't be." She said, having some sort of private reason for saying such
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/26/2017 1:23:33 PM[i]Another 'hmm' came from Jason, his right hand moving up to his face, fingertips lightly tapping along his manly man jawbone. He didn't really respond with anything, instead just sinking away into his own thoughts and memories, reminiscing of his own past.[/i]
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"I'm gonna go now." She said, standing up. Her voice was ever so slightly slurred, so it might not be a good idea to let her park her ship yet.
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[i]Jason carefully tugged her back down, the action carrying just enough force to bring her back down onto her ass but not enough to hurt, even if it was undoubtedly a tad uncomfortable.[/i] "While you're drunk? You're not parking your ship just yet."
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"Hey!" She said, protesting the action "Whaddya mean? I'm not drunk...."
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"Tipsy, then. Either way, I wouldn't let you drive a car let alone fly a fuсking spaceship." [i]While Alpha was... drunk or whatever, Jason still seemed to be completely and utterly sober, his Russian genes well at work.[/i]
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"Thas not fair!" She said after taking another swig "You ga' me tha'..." For some reason her accent was becoming more slavic the more intoxicated and slurred her voice got
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[i]Hearing the accent with his expert Russian ears, he couldn't help but laugh quietly and heartily, his left hand giving Alpha a soft-yet-firm pat on the back. Jason grinned wide, snatching the rum away to take a sip of his own before passing the bottle back.[/i] "Exactly."
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She took another sip, starting to sway. "You know....I shol go to a furconention and shit..." She said, laughing, her words becoming more and more obscured by the accent and her now actually drunk self "I'd be a fuggin famous pershon..."
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[i]He let out another laugh, an amused glint in his eyes and a wide grin on his lips. Jason gave an eager nod of agreement, though he did definitely note than Alpha was getting shit-faced, to put it eloquently.[/i] "Ahahaha! Yeah, you would be for fuсkin' sure... could start charging for autographs and shit; you'd make bank." [i]In the meantime, he absentmindedly transported a plastic liter bottle of cold, fresh water into his right hand, swiftly undoing the cap before presenting it to his goat friend.[/i]
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"Yah....heh..." She nodded with a laugh, taking a sip and spilling some onto the front of her armor "oopsy.....has anyone told you that you're so weird?" She said with a laugh "You talk to a goat hoo can talk..."
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[i]He laughed with Alpha when she asked that so very odd question, the innocence of it bringing a smile to his old, grizzled face. Jason had his friend take another sip of water, planning on making her drink at least half the bottle so she wouldn't feel too miserable in the morning.[/i] "Heheheh... you know, I may be weird, but you're the weirdest of us both... after all, you're the goat I'm talking to."
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She nodded and then took another sip "Ahm a monster....thang 'ou" She said, belching loudly "No'ody seem to know tha'"
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[i]Jason continued to feed Alpha little sips and swigs of the water for a good few moments, being careful not to accidentally drown her. It was heartwarming, how gentle and thoughtful he was... at least, it would've been if the goat hadn't been so very drunk.[/i] "Heheh, yeah..."
