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1/4/2016 9:17:02 PM
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Nora lathers her body in suds in the washroom, the water dripping off of her curves and falling onto the tiles floor. She runs her small and delicate hands through her soapy hair, head cocked back. She is not self-conscious, like she is unaware the shower room is co-ed.
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[b]Jason walked in, a toolbox ready. He sees her, but doesn't pay her any mind. Not an uncommon sight for him. He went to a small piece of the wall that was fizzing, and splurting out tiny sparks. He used a screw driver and a wrench, closing the pipe that was caught in a wire.[/b] "Another day, another nude human."
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"I guess so. It's Jason?"
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"Yes, Jason. And you might be?" [b]He was covered in oil from cleaning Power Suit.[/b]
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"I'm Nora, Nora Abbot. Just got here a few days ago."
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[b]He looks her up and down, then smiles.[/b] "Pleasure to meet you, Nora. If you have mechanical problems, or just need someone to vent your rage at, call me." [b]He grinned and turned to walk out.[/b]
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[b]Damien stomps in, sees her and flushes. He doesn't see many naked females. Though, his mask gives nothing away. Realizing he's made to much noise to get away with hiding, he quickly moves to a random locker, pretending he is searching for something.[/b]
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Nora cleans her legs. "Damien? That you?"
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[b]He voice is quiet and shaky.[/b] [i]"I suppose so... Just looking for... Uhm..."[/i] [b]He pushes his hair down and shuffles his feet.[/b] [i]"Just look for..."[/i] [b]He opens a locker and quickly pulls out a pair of glasses that certainly aren't his.[/b] [i]"Found my ocular sights! Yes, that's what I was looking for..."[/i]
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"Glad you found it, Damien. You showering as well?"
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[b]He blinks slowly under his mask.[/b] [i]"Uhm... I haven't bathed with hydrogen hydroxide in a long time. I'm unclear on whether I should say a positive or negative to the statement."[/i] [b]She rubs his shoulder in uncomfortable uncertainty. He turns towards the shower, making sure not to look at Nora.[/b]
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"Huh. You must smell like shit."
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[i]"Less so... I use other things besides water."[/i] [b]He shrugs. Guessing there isn't a way out of the the situation, he throws his coat on a hangar and begins to peel away his metal played armor.[/b] [i]"Might as well give it a good attempt..."[/i]
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"Good."
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[b]When the rest of the armor is off, it reveals paled skin and a thin frame. It's outlined by a muscular build and long limbs. He pulls his mask of revealing his yellow eyes and grinless face. Every moment causes his muscles to ripple as if they are under water. He steps into the showers and flicks on the cold water of an over-hanging shower head. It pours down on him, much to his displeasure.[/b] [i]"I prefer my core removant. Less hassle."[/i] [b]He pushes his hair back and it falls into wet spikes.[/b] [i]"So, what brought you to the vessel... Besides your father?"[/i]
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"I've been to and fro every shithole in the universe before I arrived here. Figured I could try to find a home."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 1/5/2016 1:20:03 AM[b]Damien turns to Nora, accidentally looking at her figure. He wipes his face hide a possible blush.[/b] [i]"Sounds unoptimized."[/i]
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"It was. And it's fine, Damien. I don't care."
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[i]"I don't understand what you mean..."[/i] [b]He pushes his hands onto his neck. He seems to wince at the touch and quickly puts his hands down. He looks like a child, unsure what to do. He simply stands there in the water.[/b]
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"Do you want me to leave?"
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[b]He shakes his head.[/b] [i]"No you are fine... I have pondered though... Are you from Prillion... You don't share your father's how do we say... Posturized past."[/i]
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"Posturized?"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 1/5/2016 2:20:19 AM[i]"You don't stand to equip hell wind or the WOD. And you really don't share his physique. Though I suppose that's good in humanity's view unless you are male."[/i]
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"I was raised on Prillion. Granted, before the Viral Death. And my father was a Mage; my mother was a human. Wasn't born as a Mage, took my mothers gene. And if I took my fathers, I would have a much greater crave for dark meat and sex."
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[b]Damien cocks an eyebrow and grins in amusement.[/b] [i]"You share his fire."[/i] [b]Damien plops down onto the floor, clearly more comfortable. He rests his long arms on his knees.[/b] [i]"So... Are you enjoying this "new home"?"[/i]
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"As much as my father enjoyed my mothers death, and the consequential suicide of my siblings."
