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| LornMind | Jun 29 2012, 11:13 PM Post #1 |
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Epsilon's eyes open, bloodshot and watery. "The fuck..." he mumbles, reaching over to his dresser. His phone is beeping. Blearily, he opens the phone and checks it. Epsilon, you are needed outside immediately. Get ready and get outside. He grumbles and rolls out of bed. Stumbling about his darkened quarters, he pulls open his closet and rummages inside for his clothing. Yawning, he sleepily pulls on his shirt and pants, clumsily steps into his shoes and pulls his labcoat on. "This better be fucking good," he moans, "It's 3 am. I went to bed fifteen minutes ago." He trudges his way out of Monoc and outside. With a yawn, he rubs his eyes and says, "Shut up Maxwell. Too early for your shit." Edited by LornMind, Jun 29 2012, 11:16 PM.
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| Gleam | Jun 29 2012, 11:17 PM Post #2 |
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A small blonde child awaits outside, a parasol leaned against her shoulder. A massive, black-and-frilled dress floats about her. "Epsilon." she says, with an inclination of her head. "I am Rachel Alucard. Certain friends of Mr. Hetfield have returned from afar and are unaware of the latest events, and you are the most informed as to his condition. Could I request your help explaining to them what has happened?" |
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 29 2012, 11:22 PM Post #3 |
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Epsilon rubs his eyes and grumbles. "Rachel was it?" he mutters, "Yeah, I'm Epsilon." He yawns abruptly. "And Rust is doin' fine. Bleeding soulmass like no other, but I patched him up good. Seithr reactors, entropic filter in his head, soul anchor to act as external locus for soulmass concentration and retention, and a little device slammed into his chest were all more than enough to keep him from turning into a pile of sludgy seithr." He stretches and scratches his chin. "Should be doing just great. His post-op analysis came back beautifully and I'm certain he'll be doing just fine from now on." He raises an eyebrow, "Who are you anyway? No one has my number besides Monoc and Sector Seven." |
| 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 29 2012, 11:40 PM Post #4 |
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"Kokonoe obliged me in this matter." the blonde girl says, unbothered. "I asked her to contact you for me. If you will follow me? Ragna and Tsubaki require that explanation and more." She turns and creates a portal from thin air, its edges slicing through concrete without slowing, and she steps through into a dark-wooded parlor already occupied by the aforementioned Grim Reaper and former Zero Squadron member. |
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 29 2012, 11:47 PM Post #5 |
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Epsilon wanders into the portal and smiles broadly, his mind clearing almost instantly. "Interdimensional travel? How'd you do this?" he asks excitedly. He reaches for her parasol and tugs it away, holding it up as one would a sextant and giving it an appraising eye. "You must have forced a tiny quantum entanglement drive into this thing, or something. I mean, portals in an instant?" He stops his gushing and stares at Rachel. "Wait. You're doing ars magus or magic or something aren't you? This feels like a regular umbrella..." He frowns and looks over at Ragna and Tsubaki. "What's up?" he asks pleasantly, "Tired too?" He directs this question more at Ragna than anyone. |
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| Velvien | Jun 29 2012, 11:56 PM Post #6 |
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"Hey. Rabbit. What the hell's going on?" Ragna slings an arm around Tsubaki's shoulders and pulls her in tight. "We kinda gotta get to your shithole here, you know." |
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| Gleam | Jun 30 2012, 12:23 AM Post #7 |
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Rachel wrinkles her nose at the pair, then inclines her head at her labcoated companion. "This is Epsilon, the doctor and or scientist - I am uncertain of his exact history of study - who is currently in charge of treating Mr. Hetfield for his injuries after his assalt on the Wadatsumi branch of the NOL in order to retrieve the captive Murakumo Unit Nu." There is a pause, as Rachel savours the result of her info-bomb. She smiles subtly and turns to Epsilon. "What triggered his assault, if I may ask?" |
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 30 2012, 12:27 AM Post #8 |
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Epsilon shrugs. "They took Nu away and Rusty didn't know for days about what the fuck happened. When he found out, he was understandably pissed," he explains. "So he did what Rusty does and drove his car into the HQ, and blew it to smithereens with Jagd and fire support." He smiles broadly at the thought. "God damn, that's just fucking amazing every time I say it." He clears his throat and continues, "Anyway, the HQ is gone, Nu is safe, and so are Rusty and Jagd. Thanks to my humble engineering skills. Anything else you guys need to know?" |
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| Velvien | Jun 30 2012, 12:41 AM Post #9 |
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"Yeah." Ragna glares forward. "Where the hell is Nu, and how did we end up so god damn WRONG about where she was being held?" |
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| Gleam | Jun 30 2012, 01:07 AM Post #10 |
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"Relius is a master of false leads, Ragna." Rachel says wearily. "I advised you as best I could, which was that he had moved the only, to my knowledge, Murakumo containment unit to the Ookato branch. I had no concept he was even capable of building a second." |
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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