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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 16:04:40 GMT -5
"Certainly, I understand. But this gaurd will also have to be enrolled as a recruit and do all his own chores. He will not gain the liniencies that extend to your daughter, and as so he will be punished to the fullest extent for whatever he may do. Is this understood?"
"The fact that you are trying to learn your fate is not rude, in and of itself," Boss admitted, "But Dirk is trying to have a private conversation with your father, and you are disrupting that privacy. That is what is rude," Boss concluded firmly.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 16:14:30 GMT -5
"Of course, of course, though I expect there to be no trouble. Would sending another guard, under the same expectations of the first, be pushing the boundaries of your mercy?" he questioned, voice hard but not sarcastic. He knew Amanda didn't really need two guards but letting her have her two favorites with her was his attempt at a peace offering with the young woman.
"But it is a conversation that should not be private. I am an adult and should be able to have a say in what happends in my life, instead of letting two people, one being my absentee father, decide what's going to happen to me. It's rude to keep such a discussion from including me." Amanda was not going to drop the friendly argument.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 16:25:50 GMT -5
"No, I'm sorry, but trying to fit two new recruits in is trouble enough." Dirk didn't need an entire pod controlled by Micah. That was just stupid. "As it is, I'm bending the rules by allowing one gaurd, gives me a large pod. Send one man of your choice to the place where we signed the treaty by this time tommorow." Dirk looked at his watch. It was 1:30. "Do you have any more questions?"
"Arguing with your host is rude," Boss grumbled. This girl is starting to get on my nerves as well... the big man thought. She questions authority like a three-year-old.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 16:34:37 GMT -5
"No, none. I just you know what you're getting yourself in to." Micah said then hung up. He slouched in his chair and mentally cursed his daughter's existance. Now he had the task of explaining what had happened to Amanda's main guard. No one else was going to know of the predicament. As far as the rest of the gang was conerned amanda ran away, again.
"I was under the impression that this was a friendly debate. My mistake." Not admitting that I'm right is rude too. Amanda wanted her bags back, just so she would have something to distract herself with.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 17:03:18 GMT -5
Dirk got a funny feeling as he slowly put down the phone. He ignored it. "Dammit Boss, turn off the fucking wailer. It's giving me a headache." After Boss obliged in turning off the button, Dirk turned to Amanda. "Listen up, brat, cuz I'm only going to say this once. "You're going to a small town in eastern Europe called Skantivmivich with a security gaurd that your father has been so kind in providing for you. You'll be there for two years. While you're there, you'll be fed regularly and given sufficient nessecities and niceties so long as you finish your chores and behave. While there, you may feel inclined to leave. You are not alone in this thought proccess. But allow me to warn you, there is nothing in a thousand miles of the Base, as we like to call it. Nobody can make it for three days outside the base. Try to think of it as an oasis, not a prison. "You will be enrolled in classes focused on healing, combat, mental skills, and subtletry. These classes will be instructed by my colleagues Doc, Gunner, Proffessor, and Night. You will be expected to finish all work for these classes in a timely and efficient manner. "Get your bags. You leave tomorrow at 3." Dirk got a form from his desk and rose to leave. As he passed Boss he handed it to him, then walked out the room. "Take her to the Blink Room to retrieve her items. Then have her fill this out." Dirk ordered. "Yes, sir," Boss replied. But Dirk didn't hear. He was already down the hall and around the corner.
Everything was still for a moment. "I hope you're not expecting me to carry you again," Boss blurted, glancing at Amanda awkwardly.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 17:11:07 GMT -5
Amanda bit her tongue like a good girl to keep from saying all of the slap-worthy thoughts that were running through her mind. She could only imagine how pleased her father was with finally having an excuse to send her far, far away. Can't even go home and get my stuff...I'm sure whoever father sends won't think to grab anything... She let out a deep breath so her voice would be calm when she felt it was safe to speak again. "No, I'm certianly not expecting you to carry me again. Just lead the way and I'll follow." she responded.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 17:19:03 GMT -5
"Good," Boss replied, gathering himself. He adjusted his tie and placed his great palms on the french doors. He looked to Amanda. "Follow me." Boss swung the huge double doors of the office open and sauntered down the hall, expertly navigating the twists and turns he had come to memorize during his time here. It took a while, but they eventually made it to the Blink Room. Boss stopped before opening the door. "Here, miss." He handed her the form and a pen from inside his jacket. "Better fill this out."
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 17:23:57 GMT -5
She followed quietly, once again looking down all of the other halls as they walked and was relieved when then finally reached thier destination. Amanda couldn't help but make a face at the form as she took it and the pen. She hated filling out forms. She didn't say anything about it though. She got to work answering all of the mundane questions.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 17:43:21 GMT -5
Boss opened the door. The room smelled like smoke and gunpowder, as usual. "This is our explosive testing room, usually, though it has served many other purposes over the years," Boss boomed, spreading his arms wide. He loved the Blink Room. Occasionally, all the lights in the room would go out for no reason at all, thus it became known as the Blink Room. He continued walking until he found Trial. He was folding up the clothes with his vampire friend, Error. "Trial! Error! Hurry up you two, we don't want to keep the lady waiting, do we?" They both looked up quickly and blushed madly, but hurried up anyways. "Thank god they didn't see us trying these things on," Error said under his breath.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 17:55:01 GMT -5
Amanda winced at the overwhelimg bitter scent that assalted her sensitive nose. She followed after her tour guide, smiling slightly when she saw her bags, though she wondered why it would have taken so long to see that there weren't any explosves. "No bombs?" she questioned curiously with a sleek eyebrow raised at the two inspectors.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 18:08:06 GMT -5
"No," the two men replied at once. "Nice clothes, miss," Trial muttered, looking down and appearing very guilty. Soon they had the clothes and accesories back in their bags. "Here you go, ma'am," Trial said, handing Amanda the bags. "Trial," Boss thundered, "take Amanda to the Wardrobe and get her the rest of the nessesities she needs for a nice jaunt to the base. Make sure she fills out that form pronto." He checked his watch. "I must be going now, I am late. Farewell, Amanda. Have a good trip," Boss said sincerely. At this, the big man gave a small bow, turned and strolled out of the room.
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 18:16:29 GMT -5
Amanda took the bags happily, wrapping her fingers around the handles tightly. She mumbled a soft but sincere goodbye, though she felt being told to have a good trip was unintentionally cruel. She looked over at Trial with a curious expression. "Alright, lead the way."
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 18:21:42 GMT -5
Trial did just that. He walked out the thick metal doors into the mansion and walked to the Wardrobe. "You know," Trial said, "Boss ain't such a bad guy. It's really Dirk that you have to look out for. He's a little crazy."
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Post by Erinn on Jan 18, 2011 18:25:48 GMT -5
"I noticed." she said simply in response, getting lost in her thoughts of travel and abandonment and pain and escape. "Were you suprsied to not find a bomb in my bags?" Amanda questioned, also pondering the guilty look that had overtaken Trial's face when she'd walked in.
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Post by Ben O.O on Jan 18, 2011 18:29:49 GMT -5
"No, not really," Trial admitted. "Bombers have a certain look about them. Usually they screw up the first couple of times," he laughed.
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