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| LornMind | Jun 22 2012, 10:19 PM Post #11 |
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"Yes, yes," says Epsilon busily, "They saved you and it's wonderful. Now I have to patch them up." He jots down a few notes on a piece of paper and glances over at Jagd then back at Rust. "Look, I can only attend to one of you at a time. You'll have to decide who goes first." He sighs. "And yes, it makes a difference. The longer either of you wait with your injuries the more complicated it'll be to correct them. Efficiency decreases, risk rises..." He rubs his temples. "Rust, you need several seithr reactor implants to bleed the excess as well as a miniature entropic reactor for the inside of your head. But you're bleeding soulmass at a steady enough pace that if we don't get it stabilized you'll be an empty shell in a day or so." He looks over to Jagd and adds, "And you, Giant Condom-san, are a broken man. Your injuries will only serve to make the extensive surgery required all the more traumatic. You could die of shock while I'm fixing you up." He slams his fist into the bedside table to alleviate his frustration and asks morosely, "So who wants to roll the die against Death one more time?" |
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 22 2012, 10:37 PM Post #12 |
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Rusty just smiled as his surrogate sister hugged him tight. It had been WAY too long since he'd heard her happy, that's for damn sure. "Nu, of course I'd come. You're my baby sis. N.O.L got nothing on a pissed off big brother with an agenda." he explained in his raspy voice. "I couldn't let them drain you like you were some sort of used Duracell. I just wish I'd known sooner. I'd have been there day of, if I'd just been there..." He trailed off, just happy to see her back to her energetic self. Such a change from the near lifeless body they had recovered from the Kingfisher's chamber. Though, he shot a glare at Epsilon when he cut through the crowning moment of heartwarming. "Fucking hell, you heard of a moment, Eppy?" the mechanic frowned. "And obviously it'll be me waiting for a bit. I'm younger, less physically banged up and as much as I lose, I've got a thing where I tend not to die. Call it a lucky streak and I'm tempted to go double or quits. Jagd didn't have to be there. I started the whole mess, I'll be the last one to finish it." Rusty looked to Jagd in challenge, expecting a fight. Though he did look over to Nu with one more heartfelt comment. "S'Rusty now, Sis. Time to stop running away, eh?" |
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| Gleam | Jun 22 2012, 11:03 PM Post #13 |
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Jagd's eyes flick over to match Rust's, cool and certain. "Your soul is at stake." he says, flat and certain. "Mine is not." A pause, and some of the icy commander's poise melts. "Also certain of own capabilities." Jagd notes. "Have survived multiple engagements, aware of personal limits. Will persevere, survive, endure. No change. No difference." Nu blocks out most of the room and just buries her head in Rust's chest, cuddling up to him automatically. She makes a whining noise in the back of her throat as Epsilon reads off the list of injuries and the consequences. Jagd glances at her and his eyes soften. "Not your fault." he says simply, but she either doesn't hear him or doesn't care. |
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, 11:45 PM Post #14 |
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Epsilon continues to survey his notes before saying finally, "So, you two decided who's going under first? I'm inclined to agree Jagd myself. Losing your soul is messy business Rusty. Very messy business." He taps his foot anxiously, "Last thing we need is you melting into a puddle of the stuff." He pats Nu once on the back in reassurance, "Not that you should be worried there. He'll be in good hands. He'll be patched up and back to being a thickheaded rocker in no time." I hope. Far too many things can go wrong. |
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 22 2012, 11:49 PM Post #15 |
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Rusty and Jagd raged mental war for a few moments, before Nu buried her head in his chest. Instantly, he sighed. "Fine...I'll have it done first. Let the record show I was unhappy about this and your bedside manner sucks worse than a 2PD hooker." he told the scientist, gently stroking Nu's hair despite the insult he tossed Epsilon's way. Eppy...trusting you on this now. If this goes pear shaped, I am so haunting your ass. |
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| Gleam | Jun 23 2012, 01:27 PM Post #16 |
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Jagd nods, his expression not altering in the least. "Acceptable. Should start quickly. Need to check political fallout - possible NOL may mobilize." He shrugs. "If true, prior preperation necessary to preclude engagement." The mercenary looks down at Rust for a moment then abruptly ruffles his hair, smiling awkwardly. "Good fight." Then he leaves the room, managing a purposeful stride even in his fat penguin condom containment suit. Nu glances up from Rust's chest, and blinks twice, her eyes still moist. "What's a . . . two-pee-dee hooker?" Edited by Gleam, Jun 23 2012, 01:52 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 24 2012, 07:44 AM Post #17 |
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Epsilon scratches his head and mumbles, "Nothing you ought to concern yourself with Nu. You'll neither be one nor meet one." He rummages about in his bag and procures three small boxes that are rattling audibly. "Alright, listen up Rusty. I'm going to have you transferred to the operating room so I can get started in just a little while...first I just need to whip together some simple seithr reactors to bleed the excess, then I'll whip up a miniature entropic reactor." He taps his soldering pen on the table thoughtfully. "I'll also need to build a small soulmass siphon so I can stabilize your soul in an external container." He smiles to himself grimly and looks over at Rust. "How'd you like to be a lich? That's pretty metal don't you think?" He throws up the horns and laughs. "You're so fucking lucky you didn't die." He resumes fusing pieces of the seithr reactors together and hums to himself. "Filter filter filter~ and don't forget to bypass~ all the vital organs~ to prevent a loss in soulmass!" He stops for a moment and says loudly, "Oh shit!" He runs to his bag and pulls out a small circular device with five sharp prongs extending from one side of it. With a grim look at Rusty he says, "Nu, scoot over a bit, I have to do something to keep Rust from losing anymore of his soul." He gently nudges the Murakumo aside and pulls away the bedsheets, revealing a scarred chest and light bandaging. Rust was right, he wasn't very heavily injured in the physical sense. "This is going to sting," say Epsilon. He slams the device, prongs first, into Rust's chest, over his heart. "Badly." He adds. With a tap of a button the device lights up and begins to emit a small hum. He wipes the blood away with a piece of gauze and tosses it lazily over to the bin where it misses spectacularly. "And now back to saving your soul in the long term." He turns about and goes back to working on the reactors.. |
| When it comes to writing, I'm a zip gun in a prison; one-shot, one-trick, and I'm all you've got. | |
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| Blue Warlord | Jun 24 2012, 07:54 AM Post #18 |
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Rusty grinned at Jagd's praise. That had felt good. He was about to reply to the mercenary, when Epsilon had introduced his little toy. "MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!" Going to sting? That felt like he'd taken a sword to the heart! Shuddering a bit and clenching his teeth to prevent him swearing even more, the mechanic strained to open one eye and resumed insulting the scientist. "Don't just be so casual about stabbing me in the goddamn heart!" Rusty complained, with a slight bit of whining. "What if you'd messed up right then?! I mean, I know you didn't but...argh!" Flopping his head back down on the pillow in frustration, he then looked down at his new chest piece. For some weird reason, he felt the urge to whistle Black Sabbath's Iron Man, he wasn't sure why. "Oh, you are so in for it when I get bet- a lich?" Rusty stopped mid flow, a confused look on his countenance. "Wait...so you're gonna anchor my soul to an object? And, let me guess, if the object gets destroyed or removed too far from my person... I'm done for?" He stopped and thought about that for a moment. "I mean, that's bloody metal and all, but... goddamn, it was that bad?" |
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| LornMind | Jun 24 2012, 08:11 AM Post #19 |
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Epsilon nods. "Yes, anchoring it to an object," he says looking up from his work for a moment. "So pick an object you'd like to have your soul tethered to. That device isn't meant for souls. It's an all-purpose portable entropic resistor. Prevents stuff from moving through it. Its like a giant resistor coil but scaled down in size. Very useful. Not long-term though." He taps his chin. "I told you it'd hurt by the way. Fair warning. 'Sides, take any longer and you'd pussy out." He sets down his soldering pen and looks over at Rusty. "Look, you used too much seithr. You're bleeding out your soul. That's VERY bad. You protect this object with your life, got it? Because really, for all intents and purposes, it is now your life. No object, no Rusty." He resumes the tinkering. "Also, I'm going to cut open your head and stick an entropic reactor the size of an eraser head next to your pituitary gland. It'll keep your head from going bonkers because of seithr poisoning." |
| When it comes to writing, I'm a zip gun in a prison; one-shot, one-trick, and I'm all you've got. | |
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| Gleam | Jun 24 2012, 02:32 PM Post #20 |
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Nu blinks curiously, completely failing to understand the shop talk going back and forth between the two men. "So . . . is Rust gonna be okay?" she asks hesitantly. "Please? Is there anything I can -" The door bangs open and Rueham sticks his head through it, red locks falling fucking everywhere in his face. It's such a classic case of bedhead that Nu yawns just looking at him. "Boss says to check over the chick for stuff from the Murakumo, make sure she's fine. Would suck if we checked her out of there only for her 'ta punch her ticket later." He glances over and grins at the young woman. "Hey there, chickadee. Glad you're out of your birdcage." Nu looks at him, mildly clueless. Rueham's face falls. |
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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