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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa on March 17, 2015, 03:45:02 AM
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A little girl sat in the foetal position on the floor of a white room of indeterminable space. She had light grey fur and wore a white dress. Her closed eyes were blue and she seemed to be a hybrid of everything and nothing.
She sat inert, barely breathing.
She sat inert, barely breathing.
She sat inVert, barrrbr3A777-
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Somewhere, something happened.
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A man sat, His black fur a sharp contrast with the room around him; it was white, completely. Everything. He couldn't even tell if there was any sort of furniture in the room, nor if it had walls. He didn't even know why he called it a room. Didn't seem like it was outside. But doesn't a room need walls? hell, the only reason he could tell that he could see was that if he held his paw in front of his face, he could see each of the coarse, black fibers.
Screw it. He was tired of waiting around, waiting for something to happen.
He might as well get up.
He might as well get up.
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+++REALITY SHIFT. OUTSIDE ELEMENTS CONTAINED. ADAPTING ENVIRONMENT TO SURVIVABLE LEVELS. TEMPERATURE INCREASING. EXTERNAL ATMOSPHERIC TRACES ANALYSED AND REPLICATED. REALITY GLITCHES REPAIRED. EXECUTING HELPDESK PROGRAM "AngelA"+++
The girl came to life, with an adorable little gasp as her young eyes shot open and her body sprang into a less Carnot but no less dignified position. The girl squeezed her eyes shut as the light overstimulated her brain and hurt her eyes. Once she could control things, she sank down to floor level and landed softly in an upright position, her legs crossed and her hands behind her back. She stood expressionless, looking at the black-furred foreign individual. As reality settled into normal levels, he stopped vibrating and flickering in a standing up position.
She regarded the black-furred fur emotionlessly from her position in the centre of the zone.
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The glitch didn't hurt, there was more this guttural feeling that something was wrong. It felt like it should hurt... but it didn't. when the glitch had happened, he had been halfway to standing, and, his momentum halted, fell back down. After standing up and briefly dusting himself off (though he was fairly sure there was no dust in this 'room'), he saw a girl. He sighed, glad he wasn't alone. then, he realized, he had not been breathing before. It hadn't felt like he was holding his breath, more like he just... didn't have to. He shook his head, deciding to ignore this alarming fact. He would instead focus on the little girl.
As he approached her, she remained deadpan
"h-hello?" He said "Uh... where am I?"
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The girl looked up at the dark fur without skipping a beat. She did not answer.
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After that both percievable and not happening, the area was still. All the girl did was blink.
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"Hello?" He asked again, waving his hand in front of the girls face "Where...am...I?" He sighed. Something was off, something was really off. this frigging room, if he could call it that, was weird, for lack of a better word.
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The girl acknowledged his existence with a plain, flat:
"Hello."
Other than that she simply stared at him and blinked again, as if that was her answer to existential questions.
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"Are you...dense or something?" the black fur asked "You.... Helooo?" He stood back, his arms crossed. This deadpan lady was quite odd. again, for lack of a better word. Hell, this whole thing was odd, this white 'room', this lady standing there... How he felt really sick a couple of seconds ago. something was off. this place wasn't natural. Can't be.
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The girl cocked her head in an almost puppet-like attempt at confused curiosity as she regarded him.
"Didn't we just greet each other? What is the purpose of doing it again?" Her voice was light, oddly tinny. Although not displaying any particular emotion her eyes were bright. For what reason, though, was indeterminable. As if bringing up an entirely seperate topic she asked:
"You asked if I am 'dense'. What did you mean?"
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"You didn't answer my first question." he Pinched the bridge of his nose, looking to the deadpan girl she cocked her head, but there was no emotion to it; as if she was a robot or a computer program. He wondered for a moment where he really was, if this was some sort of simulation. "and dense... It's slang for stupid." He looked the girl over a moment "as for my original question, where am I?"
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"Slang...for stupid." she said, apparently to herself. "Not by common parameters, no."
Still she gave nothing away concerning the fur's existential questions.
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"well...what is this room?" He drew in a long, annoyed breath. maybe if he worded the question differently, she would give him some sort of answer.
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No answer.
"Why did you ask if I was stupid?" she blinked yet again in that pointed manner she had.
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Because you don't seem to be answering my question, honey buns." he said, a sardonic edge to his voice, as he stood, arms crossed.
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"As opposed to getting angry, have you considered that you are asking a question that cannot be answered?" She replied. Nothing moved in the white room save the two furs' breathing.
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"So... am I nowhere? is this purgatory or something?" He threw his arms up, sighing, and muttering "Great. stuck in purgatory with miss dense deadpan."
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She glanced down at the floor. That wasn't very nice. She wondered briefly why he had made the assumption before almost brightening, looking up and asking:
"Would you rather be somewhere else?"
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"yes." he said, nodding "A snowy forest." he let out a small chuckle "always liked the silence there. and of course, the cold is a little fun too. Just... give me some winter clothes, or something." He gave the deadpan girl a pat on the head "and can ya liven up a bit?"
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The white are slowly developed textures - the white surfaces became wet and more rough as greens, browns, blues and other required colours and textures bled into that reality. The temperature dropped slowlx but it oddly failed to effect the two.
"What do you mean, 'liven up a bit'? My body is already working at the levels required to keep me alive. For some reason the word 'Canada' comes to mind. Does this bear any signifigance?"
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He looked around the snowy pine forest, a smile on his face."Liven up means... like... get a bit more expressive." he moved his hands around, trying t come up with a gesture before giving up and just dropping them to his side. "Canada is a state, right? is this place taken from there or something?"
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"I don't know."
She adjusted her footing and stared floppy-eared at the snow on her bare feet. She was not used to feeling much at all, only still air or smothness. This was strange. She glanced at him.
"Canada is a state...?"
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"er... no, country. sorry." he chuckled lightly "like, a buncha people grouped together, like a bunch a bunch. like... thirty five million."
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"It cannot be." She said listlessly; almost sadly.
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"and... why is that?" Barrett shot the girl a confused glance "did... something happen?"
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"No. Nothing ever happens here. No one ever visits here. How can this place be a Canada if you are the only one here?" She knelt down and played with the snow. It wasn't cold. But to her, without having ever known what cold was before she could only guess that it wasn't entirely right.
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"well... that..." He gave her a pat on her head, shrugging "why not? am I the first?"
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She blinked at him - the indicator of ignorance. One thing was becoming clear: she might be the sole inhabitant of the area but she was far from being in control of it. She leaned into the pats as she toyed with the snow.
"Who are you?" She murred as Barrett scratched a soft spot behind her ears.
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"Thomas Naismith. I..." He paused a moment, brow furrowed "I uh... Can't remember what I did." He turned a moment, spouting some words that most definitely weren't PG-13, kicking at the snow "can't remember what the hell I did!"
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"Maybe it will come back." The girl offered. A strange squishy gurgling noise made itself apparent. She looked down, then tugged on Barrett's shirt. "My stomach hurts."
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"right... You seem to be hungry. can you change this to a restaurant or something? that'd be great. they make food there." He offered the child a smile, going back to petting her head
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As reality shifted again, a restaurant slowly leaked into being. The girl was sitting on a table, swinging her legs and being more quiet than usual. Although....something was off about the place. There were no people, but everything was arranged as if the place was open and bustling. There were...there were no windows. One of the doors to the kitchen was slightly ajar.
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"hey... what's that? the kitchen's open. ya wanna grab some food? it'll help your stomach." he offered the girl a smile, standing. for now. he didn't notice the lack of windows, or more, he did, but didn't think much of it.
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She simply sat there and gurgled in response. At some point she had stopped swinging her legs. In one of the darker corners a tree was finding difficulty in blending with the area. It dumped some snow on the carpet and faded away.
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"I think that's a yes then." He walked around, taking the girls hand into his and leading her to the door that was slightly ajar. He looked briefly at the fading tree, quickly looking away. ehe dismissed it, thinking of it as some sort of transition glitch or something.
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She numbly followed him and sat on a bench, sagging slightly. A faint cracking sound could be heard on the edge of hearing from the other room. Other than that, little else happened.
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Barrett gave the girl a pat on the head, peeking into the kitchen, he was fairly sure he had heard something. another person, perhaps?
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She closed her eyes and leaned into the pat again before finding a place to sit. The kitchen was clean and ordered. Knives and other utensils hung in order, gleaming in the light. An exit sign flickered over the curiously flat exit doors. They appeared to be painted on the wall.
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Barrett chuckled, eyeing the door. he figured the things were like invisible boundaries from old video games or something. He turned to the child "You a good cook, or should I?"
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She mumbled something incoherent and lay on her side, definitively requesting that Barrett take charge of this one.
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"Right." he nodded "i'm thinking... french toast! it feels like morning, anyways." He went about the kitchen, turning on the stove, grabbing pans, and making various other preparations
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The light levels dropped a barely noticeable little, and the doors the two had come through made faint cracking noises. AngelA watched Barrett work with slightly glassy eyes.
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Barrett sung a happy song as he cooked, pouring eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, and milk into the a dish, mixing them together. then he dipped the bread into the mixture, making sure to coat both sides evenly.
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The exit sign flickered out. The smells were waking AngelA up a little but she only opened her eyes and followed Barrett around with them. No need to use any more power...
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Within a few minutes, the french toast was done. the stuff was relatively simple to make. He kneeled down, offering a piece of bread to AngelA.
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She yawned and sat up, taking the toast and crunching into it. She was amazed at the sensations, the texture and taste. It was real food. She munched until it was gone and sat up straight. She wiped her mouth and hands before giving Barrett a long, appreciative stare. As she had eaten, the exit sign had returned ed to a full glow. The main lighting had done the same, and the doors caught the light like 3d objects again. AngelA's tail wagged.
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"First time having French toast, eh?" He let out a little chuckle "you can have mine, if Ya want. Not that hungry, anyways." Barrett had Noticed the lights turning back on when he fed her, and quickly resolved to keep her as fed as possible. He didn't know what would happen if she went hungry for too long.
He offered Her his own slice of toast, smiling.
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"There is no need for that." She said, for once taking action to satiate her own curiosity and moving to investigate the fridge. She found assorted fruits and other cooking ingredients that didn't require cold-room level care and immediately set about removing them.
She placed apples, bananas, pears, peaches, these spiky things called lychees, assorted melons and other such things on the bench and gave them a stare. She gave Barrett a stare.
It was a curious stare.
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Barrett eyes her arranging all of the fruits, chuckling "well, what? Those are fruits. They grow on plants." He said, giving a rather laconic explanation. "You eat them. Like the French toast I just made." He was in a rather pithy mood, he didn't know why.
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She picked up an apple and bit into it. The sweetnes caused her to wag her tail again. She finished her bite and said: "Will they combine?"
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He smiled as the girl's tail wagged. She was quite cute, for what amounted to a computer program. "Yeah I guess. But like you have to do special things to them. Usually cut them up, put them in a juice or somethin."
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"Can you combine them?" As she asked, the girl placed two blender cups and a salad bowl on the table. Her nose barely reached over the bench.
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"uh... sure." he grabbed some bannanas, strawberries, and several other fruits, moving them into a pile near the blender. he grabbed some ice, dumped it in, then the fruits. he put the cap on, and pressed a button. the fruits then turned into a nice, smooth... smoothie.
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(Smooth!)
She watched with interest, apparently not bothered by the noise. A thought struck her but she decided to wait until Barrett was done.
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(( yee ))
"there. done." he smiled, releasing the button, and detaching the cup from the blender "you want some?"
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"Yes." She took the drink and consumed it happily. She paused between sips and asked:
"What now?"
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he shrugged "several things we can do I guess. maybe a rollercoaster!"
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Said area started transforming, but when it was done everything was cut off apparently within the strange room's dimensions. It was still fairly large, but it looked like the area was wider than it was tall. One of the rollercoaster rails suspended in midair creaked.
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"good!" he stepped in a car, patting the seat next to him "hop in!"
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"Several rails appear to be cut off without connecting to any forseeable points. Look over there. That one appears likely to catapault one into space. Several others appear to be unlikely to have ever been connected in the first place." She gazed around coolly. It didn't look right, even to her - who had never seen the likes of a proper rollercoaster in her existence.
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"oh." He blinked. He hadn't noticed before, but he did now, he definitely did now. "well... what about one of those VR rides! thos are quite fun as well. they also take up much less space."
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She blinked at the mention of Virtual Reality. Was it too existential a concept? Or was it because VR wasn't, strictly speaking, a place? The twisted metal cried out. Something else did, too...
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He blinked, looking to the girl "what...what was that? What the hell was that!?"
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"Do not be alarmed. Please tell me where you would like to go ne - ." an impossibly fast and ragged black shape leapt and dodged around the debris flying straight for the girl. It reached out with an impossibly long black claw and -- !
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"Can we-" the thing, and he barely registered it was there, sped across his field of view. His hand unconsciously drawn to his hip, as if he had something there. But he was only grasping at empty air. He had a brief flash of himself holding a black, squarish object glock 41. .45 ACP 13 round magazine How did he... He had to kill that thing. He lunged forward, snarling, with fangs bared
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She drew her right arm up and waved in a grand gesture, backhanding the thing. It vanished in a puff of black smoke as an insane amount of wind and pressure followed the blow. The colour, like confetti in a leafblower, of that reality blew away, leaving the two once more in the white room. Then, several yards away from Barrett, the girl collapsed.
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Barrett quickly rushed to the girl's side, kneeling by her and uttering various assurances."you're gonna be okay" being the chief among them though in truth, he had no real idea what just happened, though he would make sure not to mention VR anymore. computers either, just in case.
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"I know that," she said faintly, rolling over to watch Barrett with a faint smile on her face. "Thank you, Barrett."
After a while she sat up and blinked.
"What would you like to do now?"
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He sighed, giving her hand a soft squeeze, returning her smile "Well first... I wanna know what that was." For a brief moment, he wondered if she would actually answer him at all.
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"That was...a testament to solitude. In other words...it can be referred to as shame." She stood up and moved to the centre of the plain white area, sitting on the rectangular pedestal that sat there.
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"shame?" he asked, confused "well... Could I get a gun? I think I used to carry one a lot... and I want one. a... uh... glock 41 I think."
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"You need to figure out your own way of making things. I upload them into reality via computers. There is a toshiva in the school reality I quite enjoy using." She said blankly. "It has Tetris."
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"mm." he nodded "well... could you teach me? that would be great."
He chuckled lightly as she mentioned tetris, it was a personal favorite of his.
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"Alright." Reality bled into a school computer room. They computers were all grand except for the beat up laptop on the teacher's desk.
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barrett was immediately attracted to the beat up computer. It wasn't for it being notable, more for it being different.
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She noticed his attraction and watched him gravitate towards the computer. She looked over all the other ones and sat at one by the window, logging on and occasionally glancing out at the trees below. They were in a third floor at least.
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Barrett sat at the computer, pressing the on button.
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(And it EXPLODED - okay no.)
The computer beeped and flashed into life, coming up with a technical screen and immediately running a program called 'CreatorPro'. From the computer the girl was at it sounded like she was playing Tetris.
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he chuckled lightly, briefly glancing at the girl. he would challenge her later.
he typed in pistol, glock 41, .45 ACP into the computer, sighing
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The search bar cleared apparently without anything ever happening. The strap at Barrett's hip tightened, though, as if it were suddenly subtly heavier.
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Barrett grinned, feeling for his thigh. a gun! his gun! he felt for the thing, drawing it and seeing if a magazine was inside, and a bullet in the chamber. neither. then, he typed in "Magazine, glock 41 x5" he waited a moment "bullet, .45 ACP," he paused a moment, doing some mental math, and quickly adding "65"
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The requested objects materialised as the girl's computer made Tetris noises. She had been steadily turning up the volume.
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Barrett quickly slipped each of the smallish bullets into his magazine. Once he was done, he stood, walking over to angelA. "So... Whatcha playing, hmm?" He gave her head another pat, smiling
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Giving a small sigh; the pure white vulpine with crimson eye's walked through the computer lab. His eye's shifted around the room before focusing upon one of the keyboards. "...this place..." saying softly with a Asian accent as he brushed a hand across it. Looking back up the arctic fox would continue onward until noticing the girl and her companion; freezing in place, "...ehh, people...". The attire of the fox would be very odd; looking somewhat like a 'ninja' of sort... except in all white. A white mask and long scarf covered the vulpine muzzle while donning a pair of tabi boots and baggy slacks.
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the black furred German Shepherd looked to the new arrival, dressed in white. he gave a snide chuckle, and said "Christ, what are you? a freaking ninja? what is this, some anime or something?" he gave the vulpine 'ninja' a sardonic look over.
he himself was wearing a simple grey shirt with tactical pants, in a subdued urban digital camouflage. those pants, in the fashion of a great many other military pants, had a great many pockets, it had thigh pockets, it had normal pockets, even (what looked like) an ankle pocket!
this was topped by a black battle belt, with five pistol magazine pouches, each filled with a Glock magazine.
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Kata would simply stare at black furred canine; remaining silent as he looked to the girl. "...hmm..." turning back to the male before noticing the glock; shifting a gaze a bit, "...this isn't something I should be concerned about... is it?" folding his arms and looking away. His expression would be rather difficult to pinpoint due to the masked as he shrugged; falling silent yet again...
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The computer beeped as AngelA finished her game of Tetris, matching her own list of perfect scores. She stood up and walked right over to the Kata.
"Another one." She said to nobody in particular. She went back to the computer and typed in some commands. After twenty minutes she materialised a katana and walked over to him with it. "Barrett has a weapon. Would you like one as well?"
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Kata's gaze shifted to the girl as she walked towards him; dipping his head in content... 'she didn't seem like she was in danger from the gun carrying canine'. As she walked away; Kata simply watched before showing some surprise as the familiar weapon was created, "...Ninpo? ...no... something else... A illusion?" watching as she brought the sword towards him; the shinobi slowly reaching for it. Hold the weapon taut; Kata would examine the sheath, the handle, the guard... before unsheathing it the examine the blade itself, "...no illusion... I do not understand..."
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"Is this model familiar?" She asked curiously. Outside, a very faint cry could just barely be heard.
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"hey, what was that?" Barrett questioned,ears jerking towards the sound, hands immediately going for his pistol "did... did you hear that?" He looked to the girl, questioningly, a finger resting on the safety of his weapon
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Kata would hold the blade out; placing the sheath through a loop in his belt before skillfully sheathing the blade, "A fine blade indeed..." looking to the girl, "...my thanks..." looking the german shepard, "...just checking..." perking his ears to the sound of cries, "...trouble?" turning towards the sound
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"You heard it." She said in a tone difficult to understand. She made calmly back to the computer and typed a few commands as something clattered outside. She stood.
"Please stay in this room."
With that she promptly left and shut the door behind her...
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Barrett looked to his new companion, then to the door. then, he gave a look that said "as if", and promptly strode forward, pistol in hand, safety off.
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"You do not understand." She stood in front of Barrett and gave him a stare, repeating the order to stay put.
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Kata would twitch his ears to the girls commands before looking to Barrett, "...if its something we do not understand... it'd be foolish to jump in head first... 'lest you lose that head of yours'..." folding his arms and closing his eye's, "...take heed to my words..." looking back to the female, "...will you be alright? We will guard your back if needed..." saying simply.
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"you see... It's my job to help people. It's what I do. and you're... what the hell is that, that I can't even look?" barrett crossed his arms, looking to the small girl with a scowl on his face
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Kata would huff; folding his arms before kneeling to sit upon his knees in a patient... almost meditative stance. Closing his eye's the shinobi would speak, "...a righteous duty... 'to protect'. But you are in unknown territory, my friend... as am I..." not lifting a finger to try a change the girls mind, "...I'm not about to risk my life to the unknown... and you shouldn't either..."
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"No." She said to Barrett before leaving and shutting the door in his face. The metallic scraping continued and faded away along with her footsteps.
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Barrett shook his head, stepping forward. He was going to help. He was going to fight whatever the he'll that was, and when he beat it, he was going to ask it where the he'll he was. If it could speak.
he tried the door.
Locked.
Barrett turned, spouting various curses, mostly cursing the existence of locks.
once he was done, he tried to kick down the door, foot planted firmly in the ground, other foot being launched as close to the lock as possible.
Again, it didn't work.
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Kata would slowly exhale and inhale; remaining upon the ground as the door closed and Barrett cursed at the situation, "...your rather impatient..." opening his eyes to gaze at the door, "...for a protector... its rather pathetic seeing you this way... Its 'unprofessional'..." flicking his ears, tail behind him swaying slowly
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Dark shapes swam all around her in the gymnasium some way off from the computer labs, jeering and moaning arrogant and anguished taunts and questions. They feinted and dove at her. She just stood there, expressionless, in a combat stance with the katana she had spawned held over her head and diagonal to her line of sight.
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"GOD-DAMNIT!" he growled, gritting his teeth
he turned to the white knight-or ninja, he really didn't care
"Shut up." he said simply "Shut the hell up!"
He found himself growling, literally growling as he drew his pistol, taking a step back as he aimed it at the white fox.
the room around him turned quite quickly into a broken down building somewhere in some arabian country, and barrett, just as suddenly, was equipped in a desert camouflage, a tan combat vest, and a heavily customized assault rifle.
"This is stinger one." he said, into the smallish microphone wrapped around his throat "Target is in sight. Waiting for orders."
He was, as the fox likely noticed, peeking through a hole. at the fox.
And, as the fox also probably noticed, he was surrounded by what was enveloped in the form of another fox. but this one had khaki-colored fur, and he wore a set of brown shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, with epaulettes.
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"That is enough." She said, cutting through a shadow as it made past her. She swiped at another, then another. She danced gracefully with her blade as the endless shadows attacked again and again.
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The shinobi would gaze over to the German Shepard as he took aim at him.
"Are you going to shoot me? I'm... ehh..."
Being cut short as the area shifted.
"H-how!? Wh-What is the sorcery!?"
Quickly making it back to his feet and moving a hand toward the new acquired sword upon his belt before taking note that he was surrounded.
Slowly the ninja fox would slowly raise his hands in surrender.
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Something was wrong. The Area was phase shifting into another location. The girl hacked and slashed relentlessly - whatever was going on she had to deal with this situation first...
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"Uh... I count... only the target." he whispered into his microphone. the white fox's shadow didn't raise his hands, and as he also likely noticed, there was several other... dim (for lack of a better word; they were clearly visible, but not really there, not exactly real. they simply felt off.)
the shadow, started to move, towards a door, which looked oddly like the one from the school, and the winter-white fox noticed he had an extreme urge to copy his actions, to do what he did
"Command!" barrett hissed "Orders, I need orders!"
He got an unsatisfying response, for he growled, muttering something about the incompetency of a bureaucracy
the fox opened the door, walking out. The winter white fox quite suddenly got a feeling of almost unimaginable dread and anticipation; as if he was about to do something extremely stupid.
Barrett waited, he loyally waited, waiting for orders.
then, the fox seemed to notice barrett, and began running
"command!" he shouted into his microphone, shooting a few wild shots at the target "He is getting away! I need to take him out, now!"
but he was too late. The brown fox shut and locked the door behind him, leading to a fuzzy looking world of almost nothingness. This part wasn't in his memory.
Barrett rushed toward the door, Kicking and screaming, pounding and beating on the thing. Then, there was a loud, muffled bang, and the door flew open, knocking the shepherd onto the floor. but suddenly, the world around the white fox came into a sharp, clear focus. It looked like it had suffered a massive explosion, guts, gore, and various bits of tattered cloth were strewn everywhere. Quite a few, as the fox probably noticed, had camouflage coloring to them. a tattered american flag patch could be seen.
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(Heehe, sry for the delay. School keeps me too busy ~w~;)
Kata's heart raced a bit before a calming sensation begin to overtake his body.
Moving in time with his shadow; Kata inched his way towards the door.
"I'm... not dyeing here..." the door closing as he went through.
Upon the door closing the shinobi would huff; putting a hand upon his head "..wa-wait.." looking back towards the door
"Wait!" extending a hand to reach for the door, only for it to fly open; the ninja looking on in horror as the gore which filled the room
"...Wh-What? Thi-This isn't..." taking a step back as she quickly looked around, "So-someone! Anyone! I-I..."
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The girl hacked down the last shadow. Thee had been a lot of them...but it hadn't been all of them. Not...
She made back to the hallway outside the computer room and found Kata.
"I thought I instructed you both to wait inside the room." She said blankly, staring at him emotionlessly. The sword she had was gone.
(((It's fine, I'm dropping in and out a bit. Coming back has been hard.)))
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"N-no!" Barrett wailed, still in whatever state of mind he was in before, freaking out below the heavy metal door "nononono!" he wails, struggling against the door, speaking in a hyperventilating wail "ohnothiswasntsupposedtohappenohgodwhatthef*ckohnoohnononooooho.." then, his words turn into near incoherent gibbering as he flails his arms, eyes bugged in a state of immense panic
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"Soul force." She placed her hand gently on Barret, waited a second, and then violently blasted his soul into a messy metaphorical jelly. Furs reacted differently to this happening, but mentally such an attack applied medically would essentially 'reboot' someone from their last save. On this case, the lady time Barrett was of sound mind.
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Barrett groaned, immediately puking up what little food he had had in this (he assumed anyway) virtually generated reality.
he was quickly reset, and he blinked. How had he gotten under this door? and why was he in a combat uniform? and... why was his assault rifle strapped to him?
"w...what happened?" Barrett questioned
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Kata nearly jumped as the girl approached the ninja; him sighing before blinking at her question.
Looking around; the shinobi would hum, "Ho-How did I...?"
Looking to Barrett and huffing, "Yo-your alive. I thought all that blood wa-was..." trailing off as he looked to the girl once again.
"Soul Force? I do not understand. What indeed happened? And where did you go, girl?" reaching a finger to lower his mask to reveal a worried demeanor.
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"I went to the gymnasium." She said with expressionless innocence. She appeared to either know or not care about what happened to the other two as she promptly collapsed. Reality phased into the white border-less room the girl originated from. Her stomach growled as she lay in the centre.
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"mmm..." barrett shook his head, climbing to his feet. The girl was definitely lucky that he carried a protein bar in his vest when he was on patrol. The things tasted like as$ but hey, They filled you up. and if he judged it right, the little lady needed to have some filling food in her gullet right about now.
He patted a pouch on the side of his tan plate carrier, feeling at its contents. It had a bandage, some alcohol prep pads... and a protein bar. Vanilla Almond flavored.
He unzipped the smallish pouch, taking the rectangle shaped bar of God-knows-what, tearing the tinfoil, and waggling it in front of the collapsed girl's muzzle. hopefully, she would smell it.
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The girl's nose twitched a little. Reality fuzzed around the edges but resumed solidarity. Nothing else of note happened.
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Barrett nudged the girl with the rank candy-bar, sighing "eat." he said laconically
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Kata blinked as the girl passed out; lower his ears and replacing his mask.
Looking as the area changed, the ninja huffed, "I... think I'm starting to understand. This place..." looking back to the girl. "...it's being controlled by her."
folding his arms, "Like some sort of 'dream' that she can control... or... maybe..." closing his eye's as white vulpine thought of one of his favorite restaurants that gave a varity of eastern foods; atmosphere being very cultural to Japanese decent. "...not only her.".
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Reality blurred, hazed over, faintly becoming the image that Kata was imagining. His intent mixed with his mild curiosity made for a slow shifting process. Eventually an eastern style restaurant solidified. The girl still failed to respond. Her vitals were stable though.
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"huh." Barrett went, exclaiming a small, surprised curse. "now let me show you some real food, Mr white ninja man."
He grinned, thinking of a small, homely barbecue joint that he had liked to visit in houston, Texas
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Kata lowered his mask to reveal a smile; gazing around the resturant, "This resturant is famous in all of Hisoka; espically for my clan members." blinking as the shinobi glanced to Barrett; replacing his mask and huffing, "How uncultered..." folding his arms and looking away; taking a brief glance to the girl, "Very well... just make it quick. I'm afraid of what might happen if she... well..." trailing off.
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The girl twitched her nose and mumbled sleepily, rolling into her side. Her tail swished slowly, once.
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"Hoooooold on!" Barrett grinned, quickly sliding over the counter, grabbing a sort of plastic box, and then vaulting right back over it "well... this? This is called ribs." The shepherd grins, giving the Styrofoam box in his hands a small shake
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Kata would blink; looking to the box, "These 'ribs' look a awful like like a box..." looking away from Barrett as the shinobi held a hand out to try and 'imagine' up a plate of sashimi, "...while you eat your 'box'. Maybe the girl might wake to a nice fresh plate of sashimi or yakitori..." smirking, "Is that not 'real' enough for you, 'westerner?".
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She opened her eyes and reached weakly for the food.
"They always become more active in situations like these."
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Barrett grins, opening the smallish styrofoam box, to reveal a box of perfectly cooked and seasoned ribs, their delicious scent wafting lazily up and into our noses
"This is real. realer than that... stuff."
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Kata would blink; looking to the ribs before sighing. Looking to the girl Kata would kneel before 'thinking up' some chopsticks. With them the shinobi would take a slice of sashimi and attempt to place it within her mouth. "Eat little one. Regain your strength." peering to Barrett, "Look, instead of competing for the best food; lets just work together. For her sake." pausing before looking away, "I'm... Kata. Kata Misashi."
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"Fine." Barrett grunted "But my food it better."
He took the ribs into his hands, quickly scarfing down the delicious chunks of seasoned and smoked meat.
"plus, I'm like %90 sure your stuff isn't smoked. honestly I love smoked meat."
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"It doesn't matter." She said as she gratefully lunged forwards and closed her mouth around the chopsticks.
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Barrett chuckles, sliding a box towards the virtual child "Eat this."
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Kata would blink. "Smoked... meat?" looking around before looking back to the girl. "Little one. What is this place? Why are we here? To be able to think up anything may be fun, I wonder if I ever will be able to leave this place."
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At the words 'leave this place' the girl froze and gave Kata an emotionless stare. She stood clumsily up and left the room. All the doors and windows Mae cracking sounds, appearing to be meshing in with the wall until they were nonfunctional.
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"Girl..." The soldier intoned " What did you do? Why... why are you keeping us here? did we do something?" the shepherd eyed the virtual child with a raised brow
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*Alka suddenly appeared out of this air, falling flat on his face*
((Hiya guys :3))
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Kata looked to her puzzled as she departed; quickly noticing the windows and doors. "Wa-Wait!" pausing before rubbing the back of his head, "I... think I may have made a mistake." jumping as the new individual fell from above, "Someone else?" blinking.
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*Alka got up and rubbed his face* Ugh....Where.....am I?
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A dark shape chattered in the shadows and focused two beady eyes on the group - one blue, one green.
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Never doing 15 shots again......Are the eyes worth being scared of?
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Kata would rub his head, "That's a hard question my new friend. A place where your ideas came come to li-?!" taking a step back out of fear as the eyes appeared, "Wh-What the heck is that?!".
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*Alka summoned up a glass of water and causally sipped at it* Well, hate to be sarcastic, but I would say they are 100%, definately not two eyes staring at us
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The shepherd tensed slightly, quickly drawing his .45 caliber pistol, and aiming it at the two eyes. He wasn't sure... but he had a bad feeling.
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*Alka got up and put his hand over the barrel of the pistol* Trust me, I highly doubt a pair of eyes will hurt us. *Alka manifested a TV and turned it on*
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"Yeah, tell me that when something that 'wouldn't hurt us' has killed some of your friends." The shepherd gave alka a growl, roughly pushing him away with his shoulder
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*Alka turned to him, glaring at him deep in the eyes* Come talk to me, when you've been beaten to within a literal inch of your life, raped and tortured all while your still 15 years of age. Give me a chance with the eyes, and then when I burning alive because it'll shoot freaking lasers out of it's pupils, you can shoot.
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Kata would huff, "Just... stay on guard you two." grumbling from Alka antics, "And take heed with what your creating. I feel as there's something 'off' about this place..." turning back to the eye's, "...li-little girl? I-is that you?".
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"Take a wild guess." That was the voice of a handsome young man. But it came out of a monstrosity that looked as though it was made of torn, rigid rags. The thing stepped out in a hunched position. It was a shameful mockery of a canine creature.
"You should have stayed away from her. Even though there was no way of knowing...the second anyone appears in the White Room, it's like it all just begins again."
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*Alka went to the man and helped straighten him up* Easy there buddy...
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Kata blinked before dipping his head, "Stay away from... What are you taking about? You know more about this place? Tell us." huffing before looking back to his 'team'.
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Then there was silver in front of Alka's eyes. The girl was back, holding a sword through the dissipating shadow shaped like a head.
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The shepherd stood there, blinking. something was wrong, he knew something was wrong. He wanted out, he wanted out, he wanted out!
every inch of his body was screaming at him to tell that thing that. to yell at her, to scream and demand answers. He just didn't know what the hell to do. He did know that that girl knew more about his place than him, however. and until he knew more, he would stay silent, gain intel.
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*Alka walked next to the girl, holding out a paw in a handshake* Hello. My name is Dr. Alka P. Wolf. What's yours?
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Kata would extend a hand to Alka as he walked towards the girl, "ST-STOP! THAT GIRL ISN'T REAL...!" calming slightly, "I... I think I'm starting to understand... I knew something was off when ever she passed out and the world would vanish... 'She the brain of all this'... Right?" looking to the ragged man.
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"I am AngelA." She said, taking the pawshake and smiling genuinely. She listened with secret bashful ness to the others.
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A pleasure to meet you Angel. Would you like to watch TV with me?
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"What is a TV?" She asked curiously.
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*He points to a flashing screen, playing a TV show about massive fighting robots* There. Sit down and let's watch. *He smiles warmly as he sits in front of the TV*
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Kata seemed to calm a bit; still looking a bit wary as Alka and AngelA conversed. "...at this point I don't trust anything... this place is confusing..." sighing.
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"There is little left to confuse things with," AngelA said as she stated at the television. As usual, that seemed a clue enough for her and she have no further indication of what she was talking about.
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*Alka looked towards her* So...where am I currently?
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"She gets all weird when you ask her that..." Barrett sighed, shifting his legs back and forth; nervous
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"In a restaurant, watching television." She said, giving away nothing. "Why can none of you simply be happy with how things are now?"
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Mostly, because I have an important job I need to return to. A psychologist's work is never done. But, if need be, I'd be happy to stay and talk with you :)
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"You remember what you used to do...that rarely happens." She continued to stare at the television, drawing her legs up and hugging them close to her. Her tail curled around to her side.
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Pure mental strength. It helps to keep constant tabs on where you are and what you're doing, as to be able to refer back to previous memories. *Alka sits close to her* Everything alright?
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She remained silent; the question must have been to existential or perhaps generic to fall under the parameters of her responding to it.
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I see.....You appear to be showing signs that I, and many others in my field, connect with the emotion known as sadness. Or loneliness. If you wish to speak to a professional about what the cause of said emotions are, I am willing to talk.
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She glanced at Alka. He had hit a nerve; he had been right. She wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to the television now.
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*Alka looked into her eyes, making a warm eye contact, coupled with a smile that gave off the same warmth* Am I correct?
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She frowned and stared somewhere away from his general vicinity. The room started creaking uncomfortable warnings.
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You complained about people not liking it here earlier. Maybe if you decided to act friendly and welcoming people would like it here.
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"I do not know how." She said somewhat sadly, sinking a little.
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Well for starters, engage in conversation with people. Like what I'm doing with you. And do it with a smile.
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"I suppose." She sat in silence for a while. She hadn't heard a peep from Barrett or Kata recently. She looked around.
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Another way is giving hugs and/or cuddles to people. That's generally a sign of friendship and "nice"
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"I do not have many people to practice this on." She said suddenly, oddly revealing a snippet of herself to those around her.
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Well....*Alka held his arms out*....You do now~
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"Yes." She said. Then she smiled.
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*Alka then dropped his arms and smiled awkwardly* I...*cough* was referring to me, but whatever suits you I guess~
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"Where do you want to go next?" She asked almost excitedly, her tail wagging.
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I think it's best that you decide *Alka smiled saying this*
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"I don't know..." She said, slightly crestfallen but tail still wagging.
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*Alka thinks for a second* Well...How about we go to a theme park, filled with fun rides and free candy~
((Off to bed. Sorry :3))
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"Barrett already tried that. The area has limitations..." She said matter-of-factly.
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Hmm....Well....How about.... a hot spring?