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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/26/2017 6:26:25 AM
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"Gotta love these morons. Somehow manage to misspell the simplest things. Seriously, I think it takes more effort to fućk this shit up than it does [i]not [/i]to."
[b]The voice was recognizable as the morning sun. Sure as hell, Athena was there, once again in the outfit typical of a metalhead. The only variation was her shirt which was a short-sleeved shirt with the cover art of Jomsviking by Amon Amarth.[/b]
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[i]Hel snickered in amusement, though she didn't immediately respond. She wordlessly sipped her coffee, letting herself rid the caffeine wave, feeling so very alert and awake, while she even felt a little happy on the inside because Athena was there. Once she took the cup away from her lips, she was left with a grin.[/i] "Ayyyy, if 't ain't m'favourite redhead," [i]She teased with a jesting-yet-truthful tone to her soft voice, a sly wink accompanying her words.[/i]
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[b]Athena smiled at the comment.[/b] "Thanks. And, uh, the hell happened to your hair? Wasn't it... like... red as fućk last time we met?"
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[i]Helena made a thoughtful 'hmm' as she slowly nodded, taking the time to sip her black coffee and mull over her response. For someone who was rather chaotic and... destructive, she did like to think a lot. [/i] "So 't was, so 't was. Felt like mixin' 't up a lil's all, 'cause the same colour just gets borin' t'me, t'be honest."
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"Fair enough. For me, it's honestly just as much a part of me as my habit of only wearing band shirts. But I can see how the same shit all the time would bore someone. Anyways, how've you been since our last... encounter?"
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"Usual, really... blowin' up bars here 'n there..." [i]She chuckled quietly with a shake of her head, letting her joke sail before getting... well, moderately serious. She sipped her coffee, rolling her shoulders.[/i] "Jokes aside, been busy with work 'n such. Reason why y'haven't seen me since we met, y'know. Work, work, 'n more fuсkin' work... Eh, shouldn't complain. What 'bout you, though? What kinda mayhem've y'been spreadin'?"
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Edited by Jörmungandr: 12/27/2017 1:20:12 AM"Nothing much. Drinking. Socializing. Boredom. The usual. There's definitely some... interesting people around here." [b]Her usual smirk crept across her face.[/b] "Few can top you, though."
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"Boredom? Psh, should've just given ol' Helena a call, t'be honest... been spendin' m'free time up in orbit, doin'... well, jack shit, really. Shit's lame, lemme tell ya... I mean, really, ya'd think a big fuсkin' military fleet would've somethin' int'restin', eh?"
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"You'd think. You'd also think a place where -blam!-ing super soldiers are the norm wouldn't be boring either. Life's just fućking weird I guess. I'll definitely make sure to call you up in the future, though."
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"Good," [i]She replied shortly and simply, the colour of her eyes drifting from that piercing, intense yellow to a much more loving wine red.[/i] "So, so, so, what t'talk about next, hmm? Don't think've ever told ya 'bout m'job..."
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"Yeah, that's true. The whole 'fleet' thing sounds kinda interesting."
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"Well, basic'ly, y're lookin' at a certified space pirate. That ain't even a joke, either..."
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"Um... how does one become certified at being a space [i]pirate[/i]?"
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"Was joke, but yeah, am a space pirate -- glorified space pirate, anyway... We're a real big fuсkin' menace back home, but 'ere... eh, not so much. Crimson Void, we're called... edgy name wasn't m'idea."
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"Christ... your founder cut himself on that edge?"
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"Prob'ly? Yeah, prob'ly. Name makes sense, though, kind of... we're fleet-based, after all. Most folks jus' call us the Void; half the edge that way."
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"True enough... How long you been a part of it?"
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"Uh..." [i]Helena slowly blinked, letting go of her coffee to... literally start counting on her hands, quietly whispering to herself. Her memory was particularly bad, so it wasn't that she couldn't count.[/i] "Eight years."
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"Alright. You okay?"
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"Eh...? What kinda question's that? Yeah, I'm fine."
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"No, it's just odd to see an adult counting on their fingers. Not that I hold it against you or anything. I know your childhood was [i]really[/i] fućked up. Just... struck me as odd." [spoiler]Wouldn't her healing factor thing fix the memory issues?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No because she was drugged to high hell for a while[/spoiler] "Oh, yeah, yeah... that's 'cause the first chunk of m'life's jus' missing. Basic'ly started when m'mum found me walkin' the streets after m'grand escape." [i]Hold on... that would mean that she's... well, a handful of years old at the most, and she definitely seemed like an adult in just about every way. The fuсk.[/i]
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"How long was that 'first chunk' of your life?"
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"Hmm... ten months, give or take. 'Least, that's what the research notes say."
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"Ten months? And then you joined the Crimson Void?"
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"I aged, like... ten times as fast, kinda... basic'ly, I'm some fuсkin' science fare gone wrong, b'cause I was born in a vat 'n then grew rapidly 'til I [i]looked[/i] teenaged, which is when m'agin' started t'slow. So I'm 'bout nine, I guess, technic'ly..."
