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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/19/2017 1:58:20 AM
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"Thank you." Cain told him. "Now...is there more to this test?"
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"Nope...." Chuck barely kept up his straight face as the laughter almost broke free.
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"Did...did I pass?"
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"Yeah, with flying colors. It's honestly not hard since we let psychopaths roam around here all the time."
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"Oh. I see. That...doesn't fill me with confidence actually." The ashen haired man said as he stood up out of his chair. "Well. Thank you for the conversation then. Not many people are willing to talk to me if I am going to be honest. It has been interesting."
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"Seriously? Why-Oh my god you're one of 'em Coldbourne f*ckers!" He pulled a 22 gauge sawed off from under his desk and laid it in his lap. "Were you the one that killed Lenry?" [spoiler]It's supposed to be Lenry.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/19/2017 2:14:05 AM[spoiler]uh oh[/spoiler] Cain immediately leapt at Chuck, covering the distance in hardly a second and had no trouble sending his unharmed arms fist towards the therapists skull.
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Chuck remained in his seat and simply scooted back, just out of reach from the punch, Cain's fist barely touched his nose. The therapist stared at Cain's hand with crossed-eyes and a blank expression. He was neither angry or scared. "I was just asking if you killed my favorite ship, man."
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"I am going to take that gun away from you first and then answer your question." Cain told Chuck as he bopped his fist forward and cracked it into the man's face. He snatched the shotgun from the therapists hand quickly and tossed it to the corner by the door.
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"Aww..." Chuck just sniffled a little and sighed. "Vicky is gonna be pissed that you threw her. Those poor asain kids..."
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"Now, who is Lenry?" Cain asked first.
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"Henry and Lyn put together. It's what I called the ship before one of you killed Henry. I thought they were gonna finally go on a date or something too...." He seemed to get a little sad.
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"That would have been my brother, Faolin." Cain said. "He was not very kind."
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"Ah, okay. Then we're cool, man. We cool....Hey, wanna try hooking up with Lyn?" He asked, quickly recovering.
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"I do not think women work like that." Cain told Chuck. "I do not know if they like being "hooked."'
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"I meant try flirting with her and dating her if it works out. Come on! It would be a great love story! A Coldbourne killed her last interest and now a reformed Coldvourne is trying to win her over deapite her bias against Coldbournes? It's awesome!"
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"I don't see the practicality in it."
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"Wha-What do you mean? She's smokin' hot and f*cking smites b*tches with divine powers. What's not practical about it?"
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"I...am not very good at talking with a motive in mind." Cain admitted to Chuck.
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"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
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"I am simply not good at talking to people." Cain said. "I often offend them by mistake."
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"Maybe I can help sometime. If you find a green haired girl named Lyn don't be scared of saying hello, okay? Now, I've got unimportant work to do."
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"Well...okay then." Cain said as he turned towards the door and opened it. "Oh. I am going to take the gun by the way." Cain told Chuck as he grabbed the shotgun and walked out the door.
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"WAIT!" Chuck followed. "Vicky does not like being handled like that! She's a dangerous and scary shotgun!"
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Cain held the shotgun barrel down and rested his finger on the side of its trigger. He let it rest at his thigh, and he looked like he could use it as soon as he drew. "Like this then?"
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"Hello there, Cain. How are you?" Cain heard a female robotic voice in his head. It was oddly friendly and cheerful sounding in tone. "Who am I killing today?"
