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Steal rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:09 pm
"Look, I swear I am not nuts. I may be a little agressive, but far from insane.... s**t are you serious? A freaken test? Look can't we just... Doc seriously I HATE tests.. Is it comput... Damn yeah no more computers.. crap.. Okay okay chill I will take it!"
William Vayne, aka Vayne sagged into a chair, arms across his chest in agitation. He despised all this testing crap. He knew enough about himself, but apparently that wasn't nearly enough to ensure that everyone ELSE was safe. Scowling Vayne narrowed his eyes a bit and took the card handed to him by the doctor.
"Look at the card and tell me what you see."
The back of the card said Card 1 and on the other side was an ink blot. He had heard about these things before but had never actually looked at one.
Vayne held the card back from him and narrowed his eyes before giving a half laugh his lips twitching a bit the spike studs in his lips glinting a moment.
What I see, I see a freaken' blot is what I see. What am I supposed to see,unicorns prancing on a sea of white daisies? I am a computer hacker not a poet. Wait.. no I know.. anime. I remember that s**t. Um, yeah some tentacle porn isn't what I should be seeing. Not good, kind of fun though. I miss some of that. Heh, I wonder... no no can't say it, can't see it. s**t I miss being on the outside. Damn I am lonely, nothing to do about it. Wackin' off aint an option with everyone able to see you.. s**t... un.. where was I .. yeah.. anime. yeah safe.
"Crap, this can't be real... I am not sure what the hell I see. Um if I really try I can see something like... a cutesy smushed vampire thing. See like on the sides are small weird shaped wings, and on the bottom are two little fangs.. kind of like my studs.. up there are these squinted eyes, like it is looking into the sun or something, cept you know they shouldn't do that or they would die. Kind of reminds me of this silly pair of vamp bats on this anime from a time ago.. Nyanpyre. They were kind things, harmless. Like living plush. Anyway if I really try that is what I see."
He shook his head and tossed the card back on the desk shrugging. One pale hands slid through his hair and he tipped his head to the side. "Is that bad or somethin'?" Big fat surprise, seemed that he wasn't going to be told if it was bad or not. Just that it was 'interesting'. Yeah he hated that word.
Ethics... s**t, if he was completely good at that he wouldn't be here. Then again he was just a hacker so it wasn't too major. Not like some of the people out there.
How would you feel about killing another faction member if the person was a danger to those around you / infected?
Hell yes I would kill that ******** in an instant. If it means be being alive at the end of this s**t I would do what I have to... but would I like it... maybe at the time. Good work out and all but I don't think I would like having done it in the end. Can be fairly honest at this. Not like I would get off on that s**t.
He jolted a bit at that question. He loved a fight kind of like the best person, but killing? s**t.
"Like s**t of course. I don't WANT to kill anyone, but if I HAD to I would. I mean I can't let a bunch of people die. I would hate myself after it but I would do what I had to at the time. I like fighting but I don't want to do it for the sake of just hurting someone. I do it to kill stress and only when someone is willin' to do it. I have NEVER hurt someone just cause I could."
Vayne's arms crossed tighter over his chest, knuckles going a bit white as he tensed. "Why you asking me to play enforcer or somethin'?" The doctor again, just as usual said nothing and just waved for him to continue.
"Aint anything else to be said. I will do what I need to, but I wont smile and do a jig afterwards. You have my record I don't even drink, so I have never been taken off the streets for hurtin' s**t."
He rose to his feet and arched his back, letting it crack a bit before he headed to the door. "Thanks fer the time doc, let me know if you intend to do anything I may hate. Don't want to wake up in solitare with a gun at my face."
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