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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/14/2017 2:50:28 AM
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[i]”In the Night”
(Dojoville, at some point in the evening...)[/i]
Dojoville.
The place that’s often been incinerated, steamrolled, invaded, massacred...pretty much every synonym to those four within the human English language would probably describe the place.
However, in the case it wasn’t.
It was the sight of snow. And setting up Christmas decorations.
Speaking of which...
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/72/f7/4b/72f74b0bf404d7af978ee772f6cc8ec5.jpg]ELARA[/url] walked around the place, a light snow falling upon the ground. She was disguised in her human form, having on a combination of a blue sweater with a white vest, jeans, and black sneakers. Of course, all this was thanks to her advanced holograms stored within the automaton.
Via her HUD, something popped up.
An ad popped up, for something called Christmas. She had never seen the festivities, but had heard about, ...human holiday, the humans of her time had said, but due to the impending doom of humanity’s extinction, they never got to celebrate it.
She looked into a store window, toys and much more galore across the window.
Perhaps maybe she could learn the meaning of Christmas...
[spoiler]Open! 1 Of 3 Christmas-related posts I’m making.[/spoiler]
English
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The streets were alive with the sound of cheer and talk- though half of the singers were wearing the same uniform clothing. Baggy brown pants, a dirty white tee and a triangle cap. They all carried some sort of musket on their back, but it seemed that no one minded. One of them, obviously more than a little tipsy, leaned on her shoulder, with an arm around her. "Lis... Listen here, fùck th... The tyrrrranny, right?" He slid off the woman into an embarrassed looking friend's arms, who supported the man and walked away with him. However, the isolation wouldn't last long. A man with a similar triangle hat, but with a blue feather, approached her. Unlike the rest of them, his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/68/1f/e0681f36d32f8b9cb33547176188e325--george-washington-costume-presidential-history.jpg]clothes[/url] were fancier, his posture straighter. His skin was a dark brown, along with his eyes, and he lacked hair on his head, despite his young appearance. He also had a musket on his back, but with the addition of a cutlass and pistol upon his waist. He held out his hand to her, with an apologetic smile. "Apologies, ma'am, sometimes they forget themselves."
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She scanned him, secretly. Mostly just to search for any possibilities of threats. “It’s quite fine. Drunk people tend to get a bit more truthful...or more lying, depending on the person.” She responded, activating her emotion inhibitor, smiling.
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The man returned the smile- and awkwardly put his hand back in his coat pocket. The only threat were the obvious weapons on him. "Name's Alexander, I run these lads here- say, watch'ya name, lass?" Alex Leander on his right foot, a small, toothless smile encouraging the woman before him.
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She was always used to calling herself her full name, initials plus actual full word meanings. She didn’t exactly feel like saying her full thing, nor wanting to reveal herself as a robot. “My name’s Elara. Don’t exactly have any weapons on me for the most part. Minus my fists, but with the crazy weapons around here, I can’t blame anyone but myself for having a weapon.” She says, pretending to shiver a little from the cold.
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Alex looked at her shiver, and her outfit and chuckled. "You'd think that coming out here, one would wear more than... That... [i]bold[/i] choice of apparel. I'd be careful walking around the streets like that." The man was curious about her speech, however. He certainly did have weapons on him, but never mentioned them in any way.
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She mostly smiled. “Well, I will. Survived the whole thing with the fire monster thing a month or two back. And Thanksgiving. I’m sure I can live another day.” She says, looking at what was going on. “Singing in front of the door? What’s that for?” She asked.
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"Fire mons-" Alex was cut off by her question, and with hands still in his pockets, he leaned away to look at the what the woman was talking about. With a curious glance, he offered an answer. "Christmas, birthday of out lord. You don't know how hard I looked for a church around here but, couldn't get one. So now- we're celebrating in a different way." He took one hand out of his coat to gesture to the singing men with mugs of beer. "See?"
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“Oh...so Christmas is about drinking and praying?” She asked, somewhat curious about what he does during the holiday.
