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I can't believe you're still onto placing me into a game. You know I'm not into these horror flicks, nor would I be interested in being put into an environment with a slew of disgusting creatures who don't know any better but to live off their own primitive instincts.

It's also quite funny how you're complaining about how plurk is sucking for you when you're not using the time to even write out things, make decks, or you know, draw? You're worse of a slacker than Akai-san or even Midori~n. I would applaud you if you manage to get all this together, but I highly doubt you'd get everything done in a short span of time. Much less actually get me accepted into some of kind of virtual reality that I'm not suited for.

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[ Aoi picks up the macaroons that got thrown at him and threw them back at the girl. ]

I am not. Do you think you can read my mind? Because that's my mouth acknowledging how disrespectful you are, young lady.

[ She now has a sword. Those macaroons you threw back, Aoi? They're in pieces now. ]

You are inferior.

I would have to disagree.

[ Aoi quickly pulled out a sword from his sheath. Two can play at this game, Chariot.]

[ Big mistake. She's spinning her wheels and heading straight for you, Aoi. She's definitely out to see how well you handle that sword.

She takes a swing with a wide arc as she passes by; an easy one, not too hard to block. But if he's hit by it, that says all she needs to know. ]

[ Well that proves you're definitely not human, Ms. Chariot, but we shall see if her skills are strong enough to take him on.

He dodged her sword that swung near him, and took a counter swing with his sword. It wasn't an easy dodge, but it wasn't like he barely missed her blow.]

[ Your sword? Meet her shield. Not a bad swing, but now she's trying a piercing thrust with the tip of her blade. How will you handle that? She's awfully close. ]

[Thinking quickly, Aoi quickly slid his head back to avoid the tip of the sword she had from under him and made a swift kick, hoping it'd land on her.]

[ Why would you try to kick a girl with metal arms and metal legs, Aoi? That's just dumb. She kicks the leg you kicked with, thankfully not using the blade on her ankle though.

She's also going to smash you with her shield. ]

[Of course he wasn't! He's more likely just inattentive to why he'd kick her.

He's most likely starting to feel the pain coming from the kick of the Chariot's metal legs as well as metal shield.]

[ She's going to throw you away from her like a doll, Aoi. She's an Otherworld fighter, you're a human. You lose. ]

You're weak.

[ He is only human, but he has at least the stamina to endure your blows. He evaded away from her, trying to cover up any openings in any attempts of Chariot throwing him. ]

[ She stops. ]

Good. You're not dead, despite your weakness.

I wasn't weak. But it was refreshing match.

[He stood back, and dusted off the dirt off his jacket.]

[ Oh, you don't do that. You follow Chariot, you don't deny what she says. She's none too pleased with you, Aoi. ]

You are weak.

Kneel.

But you just- I don't-

[No seriously, you stopped and now you place yourself higher than me? Excuse me.]

I refuse to do that.

[ Oh look, she's swinging and violently using the blunt edge of her sword to make your legs go "crunch". If you won't kneel, Aoi, she'll make you kneel. ]

I said kneel.

[ Okay, ow. That sword can really hurt. In real pain now, Aoi fell to the ground on his knees. ]

Stop that, you're not God. [He's holding in the pain and not trying to say anything that would make him sound weaker than he is right now.]

There is no such thing.

But you will obey me.

....

What are you, really?

You don't deserve to know that.

[ She flicks a macaroon off of your face, Aoi. ]

[Have a standard Aoi deadpan face at you, Chariot. ]

Fine, whatever. Where are you even getting all these macaroons anyways...

[ Oh, look, she's suddenly controlling chains to hold you down, Aoi. ]

I grow bored of you already.

[Being restrained to those chains, he made an attempt to throw a glare right at Chariot.]

I'm anything but boring. You're really a psycho bitch who's practically bipolar.

[ Aoi, you're getting kicked in the face with one of her wheels. She's not pleased with all your talking. ]

[Oh you better not. With his two feet still injured from that attack, he did his best to avoid her wheels if any by shielding himself with his frontal arms.]

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