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| Blue Warlord | Jun 22 2012, 09:12 AM Post #1 |
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Rusty Hetfield blearily opened his eyes and came face to face with a heart monitor, which beeped in a steady rhythm. It took him a few moments to realise the heart monitor was actually for him. With a flash, it all came back to him. BeeBeeBeeBeeBeep. The heart monitor apparently agreed with his excitement/tension/slight fear. He had done a seemingly impossible feat. One that was normally reserved for juggernauts like Ragna. He and Jagd along with his team, with no prior plan, had taken on the entire Wadatsumi HQ, rescued Nu-13 from her confinement, taken out two extremely powerful N.O.L bio mechanical weapons and destroyed the entire Cauldron. With style. And hell, it had taken was most of Rusty's soul, most of Jagd's body, insane injuries and... Oh... Oh yeah... Rusty's eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold back more tears. The Halford. The closest thing he had to an iconic item. It had been destroyed it in the fight with the Kingfisher and it had done it's job AMAZINGLY! Deflecting sure fire kill shots, raising rocks, shattering the ground itself, even the Bohemian Rhapsody! Despite his seithr ravaged body, he couldn't blame his weapon. It had done it's job. Rusty was honestly distraught it had to go. A few moments later, once a moment of silence had passed for the white guitar, Rusty tried to get up. Key word: Tried. He couldn't move at all, apart from his eyes. Too many wires and IVs and other assorted medical equipment. Trying once again, but eventually giving up, he lay his head back. Obviously he was on some sort of anaesthetic, otherwise he'd be contorted in pain right now. Well, at least it gave him time to think. Nu. I need to find Nu straight after this. I have to see if she's alright. Jagd too. I still owe him and his entire crew a drink. He better not die, he's too awesome to do that. Man...I can't believe we actually pulled this shit off. ...where the fuck was everybody else? I sent up so many signals on the initial assault that it should have gotten people RACING towards us. Where the hell was Ragna? Tsubaki? ANYBODY? Hell, we freaking did Ragna's job for him. Take that, you jackass. Actually...we freaking did. Took out an entire Cauldron. Without the Azure Grimoire... The severity of that thought slammed Rusty directly in the gut. Holy hell. BeBeBeBeBeBeBeep |
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| LornMind | Jun 22 2012, 07:39 PM Post #2 |
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Epsilon checked his bag and made doubly sure that all the tools he'd need for a proper diagnosis were present. He'd gotten news of what Rust and Jagd had done and was preparing to see them at the Sector Seven hospital branch they'd been delivered to. "I fucking swear," he said angrily, "Get sent off on some bullshit detail right fucking before they tear the Library a new asshole." He huffed to his weapon desk and slammed a magazine into his FN before swinging it onto his back. It hung over his tattered lab coat, not even attempting to remain concealed and he could care less. If the wards at S7 wanted to stop him making sure his friends were alright, they could detain the 5.56mm casings he'd leave behind. He swept his eyes across his room one more time before closing the door and setting swiftly out of Monoc. As he passed the door to the mess hall he stuck his head in and called out to whoever was present, "Won't be in for dinner. Hopefully Jagd hasn't gone and fucking killed himself." The nurses had been surprisingly agreeable at letting Epsilon into the room where Rust was, although willing may not have applied given the looks of horror on their faces when they noticed his rifle. He strode into the room and didn't bother to give Rust a chance to greet him. "What's wrong with you, asshole!?" he barked, "You TRYING to get yourself killed out there? Taking on a fucking CAULDRON with just Jagd and a small squad? A SMALL squad! Grah! This is bullshit!" He slammed his bag down onto his bedside table and pulled out several devices, many of them with long tubes hanging off of them. "This is going to sting," he said flatly, sticking his already bristling arm with another needle. He took the remaining three tubes and placed their sticky sensors onto various parts of Rust's head. "God damn it, I miss all the fun Rusty," he said finally. "Next time, wait for me to show up when there's a bloody suicide mission to go on." He glanced at the readings and said shortly, "It's bad. You're bad. What happened?" Edited by LornMind, Jun 22 2012, 07:41 PM.
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 22 2012, 08:13 PM Post #3 |
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Rusty could barely get a word in edgeways as Epsilon stormed in, ranting and raving to the heavens about what utter bullshit the mechanic had managed to get himself into. He didn't feel the needle slam home into his arm, the anaesthetics and painkillers doing their job excellently. Again, Rusty tried to get a word in but Epsilon was once again ranting at him. Sighing, he gave up until the motor mouth FINALLY shut up for a moment. He shot him a friendly glare. "You finished?" he croaked out, "Or would you prefer to write out an entire fucking list of what I did wrong and should have waited for you for? Not as if I'm going anywhere, you crazy deranged bastard." Chuckling, Rusty then coughed again. Laughing was bad. However, notably, he didn't correct Epsilon on calling him Rusty. "Damn, must be bad to get that reaction out of you, mate." the mechanic noted as Epsilon gave his brief analysis. He gave a sigh then got serious. "They took Nu. Over three weeks ago and nobody told me. I heard it through the grapevine and I was in Kazamotsu at the time. Hauled ass back to here and decided I would get my little sister back or die trying." He left that sentence lingering for a moment before continuing. "I filled the Death Leopard with explosives and let the girl go out in a blaze of glory in order to breach the entrance. Cue Jagd pulling a Big Damn Heroes with his group and literally saving my stupid ass. Seriously, without them, I probably wouldn't have made it past Baur." Rusty shuddered at the thought of the strange black demonic....thing that had come for them. Not even the Kingfisher had inspired such alien terror. "I...guess I kinda went nuts with the seithr. I tried a Bohemian Rhapsody without Death Leopard assistance. And I just couldn't stop, not even when essentially vomiting my soul up. They had Nu, mate... They had her and she was in that machine being used like a fucking battery. I... I guess I kinda snapped. The seithr output increased but regardless, at the end of it, the Halford couldn't take the stress. It... It went out in the most metal way possible, splitting a humanoid abomination's skull in two to the sweet tunes of Metallica." He teared up again a little at that statement, but swallowed it down. "Afterwards, we grabbed Nu and got the hell out of there. Jagd had one of his people plant a bomb given by Kokonoe and...that's when I blacked out from pain." All of a sudden his eyes widened as a million questions came to his lips. "Where's Nu now?! And Jagd?! How did you find out about us so quickly?! How many days was I out?! What's wrong with me?! Why is it bad?!" The motor mouth syndrome had passed from Epsilon to rusty, it seemed. BeBeBeBeBeBeBeBeBeBeBeBeBeep. |
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| Gleam | Jun 22 2012, 08:25 PM Post #4 |
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The door squeaks open behind Epsilon - and then the squeaking continues, as Jagd waddles into the patient room in his nice, wide, ribbed rubber containment suit. It looks like a giant condom. Jagd is visibly disgruntled, even through the plastic sheeting. "Alive, Nu in neigbhoring room, two, seithr rejection, stupidity." he answers, rapid speech unsurprisingly not difficult for him to decipher. "Nu's status excellent, ready for release but held until guardian - you - released from premises also. NOL repercussions slow - local forces preoccupied by digging in ruins. Pointless. Causualties total, base assets wrecked. Extra time useful, still." He glances at Epsilon, down at the suit, and then plucks at part of it. "This necessary?" Jagd's face twists as he forces out the pronoun. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| LornMind | Jun 22 2012, 08:33 PM Post #5 |
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Epsilon's jaw drops at the sight of Jagd. "You imbecile," he says shortly, "I don't even have to ask what happened to you. Gait, skin tone (what's left of it), missing an entire FUCKING ARM!" He tugs a monitor out of his bag and sticks Jagd in his remaining arm with a needle. "God damn it, one of these days, you two are going to die without me around and that's going to be terrible. Other people are the only things keeping my mind off the other person in my head." He checks the monitor and pulls the needle out, satisfied. "Shut up Maxwell, I don't need your shit right now." He taps a few buttons on the monitor before looking at Jagd and saying flatly, "To answer your question Jagd, yes. Very necessary. Total immune shock. You catch a cold and you'll be floored for a long fucking time." He slaps a sterile sticky pad over the tiny hole the needle made and sighs. "And that's just a preliminary diagnosis. There's plenty of other shit wrong with you. The bloody hell HAPPENED?" He pauses, "I retract my original statement. I'd like to know the details." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 22 2012, 08:42 PM Post #6 |
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Rusty saw Jagd enter. He stared for a moment before weakly raising a finger and pointing at him. "Ha." he grinned like the cat who got the cream, before groaning slightly. Moving fingers was bad, got it. "Seriously though, thanks... Can I see her yet, or not? Also, that's good news on the N.O.L front. At least we aren't getting our asses busted just yet....actually, where the hell are we anyway?" Blinking twice, he sighed and carried on. "Doesn't matter. Anyway, Epsilon? I...err...used so much seithr I went into seithr shock. Twice. Pushed it down with painkillers and kept going. Not to mention overloading the Halford so much it exploded, having my nerves feel as if they were on fire and damn near having my skull caved in by a robotic fisherman made out of practically adamantium." He fixed Ep a glare. "Yes. It was so tough, even MY head got hurt coming into contact with it. Fucking Kingfisher." he muttered. going back to the memory of the white giant. "Err...oh yeah and I kind of...held my head next to the equivalent of a laser cannon where a sonic boom went off. I don't know if that's what caused it, but...you guys are REALLY muffled to me right now." |
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| Gleam | Jun 22 2012, 08:49 PM Post #7 |
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Jagd shrugs, picks up a doctor's clipboard next to the vacated bed next to Rust, and hands it over to Epsilon. It reads: Concussion, cracked skull, quadruple stress fracture of the femur, stress fracture of shin, two shattered ribs, three broken ribs, two cracked ribs, internal hemorrhaging, dislocated right shoulder, missing left shoulder (and arm), fractured pelvis, fractured orbital, deep-tissue bruising over two-thirds of his body, second-degree burns on forty percent of body surface. Jagd shrugs again and turns back to Rust. "Can go ask Nu to visit. Preferable?" He flips Rust off as he asks, completely poker-faced. Edited by Gleam, Jun 22 2012, 09:06 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| LornMind | Jun 22 2012, 09:18 PM Post #8 |
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Epsilon sighs as he goes over the clipboard and has his mind go into overdrive to concoct a treatment plan. Jagd's injuries are troubling. Requires body-wide treatment. Trauma would kill normal human. Fortunately, Jagd transcends the usual human trauma tolerances. Requires synthetic augmentation, rigorous regenerative nanite integration and specialized local seithr doses to facilitate a speedy recovery. Recommend a purely bionic prosthetic to ally with seithr-null nature. Total body surgery to permit thin veneer of pure titanium over skeletal structure to foster bone fusion and reinforcement. Jagd's condition is troubling. He'll literally work himself to death without proper care.He'll require maintenance after every fight after he's been enhanced. He'll never properly fully recover without synthetic assistance ever again. He glances over at Rust. "And for you, I have to find a way to keep your soul from bleeding out..." Rust's condition is critical...death is likely, of the worst order. If he loses his soul...its irreplaceable. Must mitigate soul loss. Recommend anchoring body to external locus. Bind with armored defenses and seither defenses. Embed miniature seithr reactors to Rust's body before it deteriorates further. Regulate flow of seithr, filter and bleed it to ensure safe recovery. Recommend single entropy reactor, situated near pituitary gland; bleed seithr and neutralize via entropic expulsion to prevent seithr affliction of the mind... "Go ahead Jagd," he says quietly, "I've got treatment plans for both of you. They're big. I'll need materials and a small staff for surgery. You two are getting fixed." He cracks a smile. "The good kind, not the bad kind." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 22 2012, 09:32 PM Post #9 |
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Rusty gave an honest smile at the heavily scarred comdom suit wearing mercenary. "Yeah...yeah, that'd be great. Thanks Jagd." the mechanic replied sincerely. "Just...don't panic her too much, okay? She's been through a lot and needs to rest up." Then, Rusty turned to Epsilon. "Got a plan, huh? Alrighty, you gonna tell me now or should we wait til Nu's out the room? And what kind of materials are we talking here? Bandages? Drugs? Needles? What you got planned, Eppy?" For some reason, a cold chill went down his spine. "...and don't you dare joke about that shit. Had a nightmare a while back that I turned into a frikking girl named Roxi. DON'T ASK!" |
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| Gleam | Jun 22 2012, 10:06 PM Post #10 |
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"You got better." Jagd says absently, and vacates the room, still waddling. A moment later, there's a happy shriek and the crash of something falling to the floor, and the door to the patient room rebounds off the wall as a Murakumo blur leaps into the room and stands vibrating by Rust's bed. "Rust you're alive!" Nu squeaks, reaches out to half-strangle him in a hug, and then bounces away, too full of energy to stand still. "And you came and got me and - oh!" She stops and beams at the mechanic, too full of joy to stand still, fidgeting constantly. "Oh, thank you. You came. You came and got me." She's so fixated on this point there are tears in her eyes, now. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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