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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/2/2018 4:28:40 AM
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^Where’d you get that armor? Who are you and how did you get here???^
*Rachael heard an unfamiliar male voice behind her. At least, it was mostly unfamiliar. Though it wasn’t clear at first due to the distortion, Alice had a strange accent unlike any other Rachael had heard. That is, until the male voice which sported an identical accent met her ears. Though it sounded surprised, it was still rather calm.*
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[i]The woman stopped abruptly, confused by the voice. It reminded her of Alice, aside from the obvious difference. Perhaps this person knew the Android? Perhaps they recognized the armor as someone friendly? Perhaps as an enemy? Thoughts raced through her head, and it was then that she remembered that she couldn’t exactly speak. That had always been her go-to. Talk and seduce. The problem was, neither of those was a viable option given the circumstances at hand. Rachael turned slowly to face whoever or whatever was behind her.[/i]
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*She was met with the sight of a man no taller than 5’5”. He was covered in a light gray fur with darker gray spots. Apart from having fur, a tail, and standing on his toes as he walked around barefoot, he shared no similarities with Alice whatsoever. He seemed to recognize the woman, or at least he gave an understanding smile when he recognized the mask.* ^Oh! I’m sorry, you must be Alice’s roommate... I’m her uncle, Vorim’Tairn.^ *He reached out his hand for her to shake.* ^Don’t worry, I’m aware of your condition. Good news is I’m telepathic.^ *He lowered his voice for the second part so that no one might overhear.*
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[i]She awkwardly stuck her hand out and shook his. So he was a mind reader and now her thoughts weren’t private... well it at least meant she didn’t have to write every single thing down or tap it out. That was a bonus. From behind the mask, she looked the... creature over, confused as to just what he was. Base curiosity, nothing more. [/i]
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^Don’t worry, I’m only listening to your surface thoughts. I don’t want to take away your privacy. As for my species, I’m a Sphirin. Basically we’re the living definition of what people here call furries.^ *He had actually stopped speaking and she could instead hear his voice in her mind. She suddenly knew that he could only read thoughts while maintaining physical contact, and that this piece of knowledge had come directly from Vorim.*
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[i]That was... slightly disturbing but she could get along with it. As for what he said about his species, she was more or less confused, and felt it best not to ask. The voice in her head, however, was freaking her out a little bit. She was used to comms units in her ear but not another voice in her mind.[/i]
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^Sorry... I thought that if we discussed your situation further you’d prefer to keep it silent.^ *He whispered this to her apologetically.*
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[i]That was a wave of embarrassment that crossed her mind. Even in discussing her situation, she wasn’t quite fully comfortable. Nonetheless, she was curious as to his presence and her luck in running into him.[/i]
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^I just happened to see you and was drawn to you by your armor. Don’t worry, there are only two others here from my home dimension, so you’re not going to have people approaching you a lot because of that armor. Now that I know it’s you though, I think I could offer you some services if you need them.^
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[i]Her first thought was define services, just before mild concern and the focus of her training took over. She could hear soldiers, boots on the road, exosuits and bandoliers clinking together. The mercenaries were patrolling. This could go two ways, either hostilely if they started something, or calmly if they simply carried on.[/i]
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Edited by Skatch142: 2/4/2018 2:20:24 AM*Vorim’s ears tilted in the direction of the soldiers and she heard his voice in her head again.* ^I am a therapist. If you need emotional help or have other mind-related issues, you can call me. Now, play along. I’ll speak for you if they start asking questions.^ *He let go of her hand and pulled out a slip of paper. He unfolded it to reveal a map of Dojoville and the Dojo and scratched his head in confusion.* ^Hmm... Maybe it’s this way?.. The training facility shouldn’t be too far from here...^ *He traced a claw up a road on the map.*
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[i]Training facility? She was intrigued and confused, but anything to keep her away from the mercenaries. She didn’t want them to have any reason to be suspicious of her, and so she nodded after he traced out the path. As they stood looking at the map, they could hear the soldiers getting closer, along with the sound of what was probably heavy armor.[/i]
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*He raised his head and peered around, his eyes casually passing by the soldiers. He pointed in a direction which wasn’t toward the training facility, nor was it directly away from the soldiers either. If they just started to quickly walk in the opposite direction then it could arouse suspicion.* ^Okay, it must be this way then...^ *He began to walk while still holding the map, making sure he didn’t start moving without her.*
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[i]She followed him in a manner completely betraying the worry in her mind. She walked confidently and without concern for them, sticking with him. The soldiers, who were accompanied by what appeared to be an infantry fighting vehicle, continued down the street with minimal concern for the two armored individuals walking away. They moved with caution and concern, scanning for potential ambush points, IED hiding spots, and any sort of trap in their way as they went.[/i]
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*He kept going until they were a good distance down the street before stopping.* ^And there we go.^
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[i]She nodded once they were out of the way of the mercenaries, glad that they were not in the slightest interested in her.[/i]
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Edited by Skatch142: 2/5/2018 1:47:56 AM^Now that they’re gone, back to what we were talking about?^ *I folded the map back up and pocketed it.*
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[i]Something about a training facility? Where it was? Others with the armor Alice had given her?[/i]
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*He snapped his fingers.* ^The training facility was part of the act, but if you actually want to know how to get there I can show you. But no, I was talking about my abilities and services.^
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[i]Talking right now about things probably wasn’t the best... she wasn’t quite alright even after she’d discussed it with Alice, but Alice hadn’t seemed to grasp the full scope of what she was guilty of. Maybe that was just how these things worked... you suffered alone and nobody would really understand it. Rachael huffed, trying to drive those thoughts away.[/i]
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^You don’t have to suffer alone, y’know. That’s not the way it works with me. If you don’t want to though, you don’t have to.^
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[i]Yeah? Well maybe it was better that way. That was what she’d been taught by Maelstrom and Roland... internalize suffering and don’t show pain. She’d had that beaten into her so many times she couldn’t help it.[/i]
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^My cousin tried the same thing. She’s a six foot tall tiger who could lift me up with one hand. Lords, she was a mess when she tried to deal with her pain and regret on her own... I’m not forcing you into anything, it’s just an offer. Now, let’s get you to the training facility.^ *He began to lead her toward a large building in the distance.*
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[i]She followed, set for the time being in her ways. She did not want to get into this now.[/i]
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*He remained silent as he lead her, respecting Rachael’s decision. He still held her wrist though in case she wanted to talk about something else.*
