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| LornMind | Jul 16 2012, 06:27 AM Post #11 |
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Epsilon takes in the scene before him and frowns. Isley would need surgery soon-without it she'd be worse than unfit for combat, she'd be dead. With a sigh, he says, "I'm the doctor, Ragna. Well, sorta." He gives a wry smile to the criminal, "Told you I'd keep running into you." He sighs and fills a stim with fresh nanites. "While Jagd fetches someone to get my reactors fixed," he continues, "What did you need done Ragna?" He taps a few more buttons on his back and glances down at the shiny black strip on his arm and then looks back up at the silver-haired man. ERROR. 1ARY CHASSIS. U+ |
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| Velvien | Jul 16 2012, 06:52 AM Post #12 |
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"Yeah, yeah, keep barking. And I'll say whatever the fuck I want." Ragna slouches down in a chair and glances at Epsilon. "Right then. Epilepson or whatever the hell your name is. Patch up my leg, will ya? Got a bullet in it." Ragna pulls up his hakama to show his wound. |
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| LornMind | Jul 16 2012, 07:17 PM Post #13 |
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Epsilon nods at Ragna and strides over. "Hrm," he mumbles, looking at the wound, "It's nothing bad. You just need the bullet removed and a simple dressing, not much more." He a long, thin pair of medical tweezers and says simply, "This'll hurt though." In one motion, he snatches the bullet out and tosses it into a sink along with the tweezers. Water runs over the two objects, cleaning them and tosses a small bundle of gauze and medical tape to Ragna. "Wrap it, tape it and sit down for a bit to rest it." |
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| Gleam | Jul 16 2012, 07:36 PM Post #14 |
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Jagd reenters with a mousy-haired girl in thick overalls and composite body armor, grease streaks in her hair and fingers. He is frowning. "Welp, Ma, Brigand's wrecked." The new girl says tiredly, wiping sweat off her forehead with a oil-slick forearm. "The Admiral threw it into Iron Tager, who powerslammed it or something. Ejection seat saved Rueham's ass, but the plane is about half the size of what it used to be, it's crumpled all to hell, and it left a wing behind in the street somewhere. We can't even salvage the GAU, it got pinched in half." She immediately heads for the sink, yanks the head out of it, and unabashedly sprays her face and arms off with it, sleeting off the worst of the grime. A towel removes the muckwater left over, and she claps her hands and turns to Epsilon. "Right. Next job. Where's the hole, Eppy?" Jagd pokes her in the side. "Oh. Crap." she grimaces and inclines her head to the rest of the room. "I'm Hannah, everyone. Ms. Fixit for Monoc. Um, whoever takes care of this place, really nice job, there's redundancies everywhere. What a relief. Anyways. Eppy?" Jagd moves smoothly to Siobhana's side as she cradles her forehead in her hand. "So." she murmurs. "That's - Jagd and Isley wounded, Rueham's plane down, our base totaled, and Michael still hasn't reported in and was quite likely left behind." A shake of her head. "This is a less than optimal start." "You're telling me." Hannah grunts without turning around. "Michael is alive." Jagd informs her gravely. "Requested vacation, reason moving family to safer enviroment. Left shortly before attack. Return time uncertain." Siobhana's mouth purses. "Well, there's that I suppose." |
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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| Blue Warlord | Jul 16 2012, 07:53 PM Post #15 |
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Bristling at Ragna's tone, Valkenhayn decided not to continue the argument. There were more important things to worry about than one Grim Reaper and his tiny bullet hole in his leg. "Iron Tager, hmm?" he said with a note of interest. "A powerful ally...if he is apparently not destroying airships that we could later use. A pity. I observed the use of the Brigand during your initial assault on the Wadatsumi and it would have been a most beneficial boon. Such a shame." He nodded at the unknown Michael choosing his family over the conflict. He was a smart man staying out of this and Valkenhayn wished more could follow his example back in the Dark War. How many had needlessly died to the Black Beast instead of running? Fetching the medical tools, he walked behind Epsilon and forced him to sit. "Miss Gaspar. I propose we aid Mr Lorenz here first so that he will not be indisposed and not available for our use." It was an age old adage, quoted by Nine herself when she was alive. The white mage. NOBODY fucks with the white mage. |
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| Velvien | Jul 16 2012, 08:11 PM Post #16 |
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"Gah!" Ragna snarls as the bullet is yanked out, but gives no further complaints as he starts wrapping his wound. Other than grumbling about the doctor not fully doing his job, that is. He glances around at the group and asks, "So. Who's who in this freakshow?" |
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| LornMind | Jul 16 2012, 08:35 PM Post #17 |
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Epsilon grins at Ragna's question. "I won't bother answering, you already know who I am," he says cheekily, "And as far as fixing my reactors...ah, yes...Hannah, could you give me a hand with my reactors? You and Valk ought to be more than enough to get them fixed up. It's just a simple crack, all it needs is a quick chassis swap. I've got the necessaries in this bag here." He taps a few points on his reactors and then glances down at this wrist. ERROR. U++ DEBUG ACTIVE. |
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| Gleam | Jul 16 2012, 08:56 PM Post #18 |
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"Indeed it would have been." Siobhana murmurs. "And now Rueham will be an insufferable brat about it, sadly." Hannah chokes off a laugh. "Ma, you're never going to stop being mean to him, are you?" she asks rhetorically, as she joins Valkenhayn behind Epsilon. "Power down and tell me what uncouples from where, Dr. Evil." "I certainly see no reason to stop." Siobhana replies demurely, as she leans back upon the cot. Jagd produces a metal flask from somewhere in his coat and hands it to her, and she nods appreciately. "My thanks." A sip, and a grimace. " . . . though tequila is not a Chandonnay, child." Jagd shrugs. "Alcohol. Not guns, so importance is minimal." he sweeps around and cocks his head at Ragna. "Personal alias Jagd Asimov Metshculin, Operational Director of Monoc Securities. Old grey lady Siobhana MacClatchley, financier. Grease woman, Hannah Gaspar. Mechanic." He pauses, as if to bask in the ire radiating at him from both women present in the room. "Return assessment: Grim Reaper. SS-class criminal. Cause: multiple destruction of NOL library branches." The mercenary commander considers for a moment, extends a fist, then flicks his thumb straight up out of it. "Good Job." Edited by Gleam, Jul 16 2012, 08:58 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 | Jul 16 2012, 09:24 PM Post #19 |
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Epsilon chuckles at Jagd's description and says to Hannah, "Just pull the green wire loose from the main relays and the chassis will power down and unlock. Give it a good pull and then swap in the new chassis. You'll have to link the new wire to relays, which will allow you to reengage the chassis and allow it to lie flush with the rest of the apparatus." He taps his chin, "And uh...do try to to be careful. The relays are sensitive and linked to a very large number of systems within the apparatus. Do try to not tug the other wires loose of the relay, because...well, perhaps it's better I keep that to myself." He squirms in his chair. "Yeah, let's go with that." |
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 18 2012, 09:41 AM Post #20 |
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Valkenhayn scoffed slightly. "Guns. I can see the appeal however I must say I hold a slight distaste for them." However, seeing Siobhana NOT receive a beverage sent his butler senses into overdrive. "My apologies, madam." Valkenhayn turned to Siobhana once more. "How terribly uncouth of me. Should you require tea, I will provide my most humble service. However, I must first deal with Mr Lorenz, after which, your tea shall be delivered as swiftly as possible." Turning round and rolling his sleeves up, he nodded at Epsilon's instructions. "Green wire. Miss Gaspar, allow me." With a delicateness than defied his savagery in battle, Valkenhayn gently extracted the green wire and the chassis began to power down. With a sharp pull, it came loose, just as Epsilon had predicted. |
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