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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2017 3:21:25 AM
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Alpha got up, and followed him.
Nothing ventured.
Nothing gained.
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[i]Soon enough, the scent of breakfast - lunch, really - hit her sensitive nose, smelling of bacon and eggs, of course. She walked into the kitchen area of the ship a little after that, some old song playing in the background... Anyway, the Russian was making omelettes.[/i]
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She crossed her arms, trying to parse her memory of last night. "Jason....." She said, then cleared her throat and said it louder "Jason?......Can I ask you something?"
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"Hmm?" [i]Jason had heard Alpha perfectly well the first time, propping up a little while he threw a quick glance her way, though his attention very swiftly went back to the food he was preparing.[/i]
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"I'm....not a fighter. I can shoot a gun, but I can't fight. Can you help me? I....I'd be in your debt if you did." She said, putting her hands to her sides, opening up to the man
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[i]Well, that was a question that certainly took him off guard and by surprise. He slowly blinked, scooping the omelettes he was making out of the pan with a plastic-like spatula, laying the food out on a shitty plastic throwaway plate.[/i] "...yeah, sure kid, I could do that. I'll try, at the very least."
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"Thanks man." She said, smiling. "And if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm sure I might've said or done something in my drunken stupor that you might need to know." Inwardly, she was scared. There was a lot in her past she wasn't comfortable talking about, but as she said she owed him now.
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"Alright," [i]Came Jason's awfully simplistic and rather nonchalant response, since he wasn't really planning on asking Alpha much of anything, though he did actually wonder about one little thing, which he was still thinking of now.[/i] "Earlier when I proposed changing your genome, you said that would kill and maim you... why, exactly?"
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"monsters a physically part magic. We simply aren't made of as much physical matter." She explained
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"So you're a magic goat," [i]He concluded as he spiced the omelette he was making up with salt and pepper both, even throwing in some weird green stuff -- like basil or something.[/i]
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"Yeah." She eyed the omlette "So...making the mother of all omletes huh, Senator?"
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"Dog's gotta eat too." [i]Dog's gotta eat too...? Surely he didn't mean to feed his dog the "mother of all omelettes" after he'd been so carefully preparing it?[/i]
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"Wow." She said, laughing "Does he really eat THAT much?"
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[i]He chuckled quietly, the hearty laugh accompanied by a little shake of his head. He tactically scooped the omelette onto a white ceramic plate, walking over to Alpha and presenting it to her after, doing so with a smile. Jason[/i] "No, he eats more. This one's for you; hope becoming a goat didn't make you a vegan."
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"Oh hell no. But you have no idea how often I get asked if I can eat trash." She said, accepting the plate and sitting down at the table
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[i]The table was a rustic wooden one, complimenting the lamented (you know the little wood planks) floor and the four oaken tables that stood by it. It was perfectly square and decently big, standing in the middle of the kitchen-eating-area-combo against the back wall, two doors seated to the sides. Judging from the positioning, it was likely somewhere in the back of the ship.[/i] "...well, can you?"
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"Nope. I got smashed once and tried, bloody mouth and had to remove shrapnel from my esophagus." She said, taking a bite of the omelette. "Anyhow...you got a guitar?"
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[i]The omelette was... damned good. The bacon gave a nice crunch, while the melted cheese gave it all some structure and solidity, the taste even further deepened by the salt, pepper, and other herbs and spices. It was nice, for sure, because apparently the big scary Russian mercenary could cook.[/i] "Guitar? Yeah, I do... it's somewhere off in I think the cargo bay, but it's there."
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"You know that shit Love Deterrance? I've been looking at the sheet music and I'm gonna try it some time."
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"Love Deterrence? That some... some kinda pop shit? Can't say I recognize it, if I'm honest, but you're free to try and play it if you want... Guitar probably needs some tuning, though, because MJ used to play it, but now he's a fuсkin' dog." [i]what[/i]
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"This" She said, turning on the holotape player at her side again.
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[spoiler]tfw can't listen because data[/spoiler] "Huh... alrighty, then. Sounds decent enough. I'm a bigger fan of, ah..." [i]He nonchalantly tapped his right forearm by the wrist, the sound of metal on metal surprisingly gentle and even warm. Not even a second later, a previously unseen screen lit up, Jason tapping it a few times. Soon enough, the speakers throughout the room came alive, rumbling with a few hard strikes of the drums and what might have been a guitar, followed closely in tail by Latin. If Alpha wasn't literally trash, she'd recognize it as the beginning of Amen and Attack by Powerwolf.[/i] "Metal."
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She was already considered trash. "I don't like it that much if I'm honest." She shrugged. "So Jason...where does all of this leave us?"
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[i]The music was turned off with another tap on the built-in screen, Jason shrugging at first as he pondered the question, mulling it over. He returned to the kitchen area, digging through white-painted cabinets, the fridge, and the freezer for all his ingredients.[/i] "I've no idea, Alpha. Adopted daughter and father?"
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"I'm...okay with that....dad." She laughed "That feels weird to say that."
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[i]He chuckled quietly as he dumped some baking butter into a hot pan, dumping about a half tonne of little chicken bits into it after, the sizzling sounding like music to his ears. MJ's meal.[/i] "Feels even weirder to get called that."
