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Edited by Asharru:
1/11/2016 9:25:36 AM
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[u][b]Erot[/b][/u]
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Frankie Magnum, The Prick, marches with a slight limp, wincing in pain, through the dusty avenues of the sandy city with 27 wrappings of cloth bandages over his left thigh, red with dried blood.
He had gotten the .44 Magnum surgically removed from his leg after he had accidentally shot himself with his Smith and Wesson Type 629 during a fit of rage. It's as soar as it hurt once the bullet had entered, but he's trying to work the pain off by walking laps through Erot.
Every time one of these annoying alien assholes native to Erot grab for his attention to their shop inventories as he passes them, he pulls his revolver on them, glaring and wagging them away with it.
He wasn't in the mood for shopping.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
English
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"I'm an engineer, I'll find a way"
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Frankie hesitates, looking up at RK for his thoughts on Jack offering to repair him.
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RK: "It's alright, go for it" [b]He nods before jumping on RK's knee and into his shoulder[/b] "Should give me a better view"
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Frankie narrows his eyes at Jack as he climbs up RK, his hand gripped firmly on his Smith and Wesson.
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[b]He starts to tinker with RK's visor [/b]
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((What does RK look like?))
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[spoiler][/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hold on[/spoiler]
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[b]a strange dude walks up from behind, completely splattered in blood, carrying a duffle bag[/b] "You okay dude?"
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Frankie looks back, annoyed with furious blue eyes, and then loosens his face in astonishment at the blood covering this new acquaintance's body. "Are [i]you okay?[/i]" he repeats back in a harsh voice, "Jesus, man, I only got shot in the leg, but look at you!"
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[b]he laughs [/b] "I don't feel pain, homie. You aight?"
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Frankie looks him up and down, obviously unnerved, and then replies. "Well I just got shot by a .44 in the thigh. Think pain is easy to avoid under these circumstances?"
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"Depends, do you want to keep the leg?" [b]he looks at you with pitch black, dead eyes, or what's left of them, both of which are in a constant state of crying[/b]
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Frankie winces in uneasiness at the man's melancholy appearance, and then grimaces at his words. "Yes... I'd love to keep my leg, thanks."
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/11/2016 10:11:42 AM"Heh... Than that is gonna hurt waaaay more, waaay longer, man. Too bad it's not intentional... That's much more fun"
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Frankie squints at him in silence, and then: "Who the hell are you, anyways?"
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"They call me Shepard, now. I'm not worthy of my original name.... Probably because I got all of my peeps killed.. Like, the whole species..."
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Again, Frankie stays silent, trying to compute what the hell "Shepard" means. "Well, Shepard," he says, "you're one... strange motherfuçker."
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Edited by Cosmic: 1/11/2016 10:24:27 AM"Heh, very original, friend.... Shepard basically implies I was forged from an antisocial to the leader of a flock... Then they either A: where eaten by rats, or B: killed themselves... But ehh, no one cares about that right?" [b]his whole body twitches and ticks. His head tilts to the side like a confused cat[/b]
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Frankie is now more tolerant of how disturbing Shepard is, crossing his arms and nodding as he talks. Then he thinks of something. "Are you... a November operative?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.
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"Hehe.. Nope"
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"Guessed not..." he says, tapping a finger on his own forearm as his arms are crossed. "Well... why are you here in Erot? Healing people?"
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[b]he leans against a wall and sighs[/b]"Im a wisp. We lived on corra as our homeworld, which FN promptly glassed with no political outreach at all. I was forced lived in an abandoned storage room with my clone, girlfriend and her friend, us being the last wisps alive. When it came down, and those stupid Avalon guards all went screaming back to hell, I escaped and founded the flock, found my girlfriend, her friend and a baby which had been stolen by bandits, only for them tone promptly murdered by my own folly or sucidal means. Now only me and my clone, John, remain. We now have a pretty strong little group and... This blood isn't mine.."
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Frankie stands, mouth slightly ajar, as he listens with intuitive eyes. "So... you and your... clone are the last of a nearly extinct race? That November endangered?" he asks distantly.
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"Yes..."
