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2/26/2016 9:35:47 PM
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[spoiler]Ah, gotcha.[/spoiler]
She turns to him, a smirk plastered on her face, looking away at once, back over the bridge. She takes another puff of her cigar, then seemingly freezes in place.
"I'm immune. Perks of being a foreign humanoid."
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[b]They turn their head to Dahlia.[/b] "What kind of humanoid?"
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"A Barton, of the Barton System. Humans with infertility, immunity to the effects of drugs and alcohol, and enchanted agility and reflexes. Y'know, the usual." She turns to him, now sitting on the railing of the bridge.
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"So you can't reproduce. Then how does your race continue on?"
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"We're born of the sand, not women. We crawl out of the crust of the Earth at a young age, skinless, naked."
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"That's metal as hell."
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"Gross, ain't it? Well, it's pretty damn cool."
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"Yeah. So, what's your name?"
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"Dahlia Sliverjaw, professional mercenary and bitch. And you?"
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"Just call me Bloodbender."
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"A unique moniker. How'd you get it?"
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[b]They grab a large urn off their back, and takes the lid off of it. Blood starts to float upwards.[/b] "That's how."
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Dahlia looks at the blood. "Hot shot."
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"I don't even know how I do it."
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"Then you're even more so."
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"How so?"
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"You have a fancy power you don't know how to control it. Were you born with it?"
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"I know how to control it, I just don't know how I do it. But yes, I've had it since I was born."
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"So you can't control it... Interesting."
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"I just said I can control it, I just don't know how it works."
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"if you don't understand, its not control."
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"Do you understand why we have sentience?"
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"Who -blam!-ing cares?"
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"Can you control your mind?"
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"Yeah, sure."
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"And yet you don't understand why you have it. By your logic, you don't control your mind."
