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6/25/2016 5:30:56 PM
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*Ultimately, the cultist is so injured it can't move. That can count as dead. As for the one fighting Mortar, well, he's still active*
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Hissing as I stood up, I did my best to stem the blood flowing from my arm as I walked over to a wall and sat down. "Damnit, this is exactly what I was afraid of..." I mumbled, severely pissed at Mortar and the others. Seriously, like they actually needed my help dealing with these guys.
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*Mion flies over to you* [b]Ah, crap. What happened, and what do i need to get?[/b]
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With a hiss, I began to take off my hoodie, so that Mion could get a better look at the cut. "The gun was about as effective - ah, shit - as a wet noodle, and the - motherfücker - and the knife wasn't much better. I stabbed the - gaaaah, God damnit - the fücker in the neck all the way and he still didn't die. Managed to do this before I could stop him." I said, now with my hoodie partially off and pointing to the cut.
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[b]Oh, that looks bad... I mean, I've seen worse, but... I dunno. Mortar usually uses that gun as a distraction, then stabs them violently. That could have been good info to have though [/b]
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"You see, THIS is why I wanted to hang back." I sighed, wincing. "Think you can do something about it? It'll be difficult, but if I die, I'm sure I can find a way to hate that bastard more."
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[b] You're not gonna die, it's just a cut arm.[/b] *Mion walks over to Crossbow's backpack and pushes it to you* [b]See if there's anything in there[/b]
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I dig around with my right arm, trying to find anything resembling a first aid kit. "You should know, I've never patched up a knife wound before, especially-" I paused, wincing, before continuing with more strain in my voice. "Especially one on myself."
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[b]Okay then, I'll coach you then...[/b] *You manage to find a needle and thread, and some gauze* [b] Alright, let's see, step one, clean the needle. That looks clean, right?[/b]
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"I'm not taking any chances. Usually that means to hold it over a clean flame for a bit. Got something for that?"
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[b]Nah, I do have alcohol though...[/b] *He nudges the side pocket*
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I dig around a bit, finding some clear alcohol. I sighed. "This is gonna suck..." I mumbled, taking my hoodie the rest of the way, bunching up a clean part up into something to bite on. Then, I poured a small amount over the wound, and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. Once I was done groaning into my hoodie, I poured some of the alcohol over the needle, before realizing that I would have some difficulty threading it. I motioned to Mion with the needle and thread to convey this.
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[b]oh, shit... Um, second step, insert the needle into the end of the wound[/b] *It wasn't like Mion could do anything other than talk to him, he was just a cat with wings, it would be hard to assist any other way.*
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I sighed, before spitting out the hoodie. "Just go get Crossbow."
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*Mion nods as he flies over to where Crossbow is. After a moment, the two return* [i]I should have stayed with you, I should have stayed here with you.[/i] *Crossbow mutters stuff under his breath as he stitches up your arm*
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I winced as the needle went in and out. "It's not your fault Mortar gave me a limp noodle of a gun and told me to go at it."
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 6/25/2016 9:11:30 PM[i]Well, to be fair, it's usually more powerful, just not against apparently resistant cultists. It's no one's fault[/i]
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"I beg to differ," I growled, glaring at Mortar as he finally finished off the cultist.
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*Mortar walks back to you* Well, what can I say? The gun is basically a Tranquilizer gun that has loads of stuff in it. Shoot it in the heart and the toxic coating will kill them. Did you do that? Or are you NOT a deadeye?
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I gave him a straight look. "Can I just ask how the utter [i]fück[/i] you even gathered enough to assume I'm something that I don't even know about? Never mind, I don't care, just-" I hissed as I stood, the movement jostling my arm before I held it still with the other. "Just get us out of here. "Oh, and before I forget," I said, walking over to where I had dropped the gun and knife. "Here's your shit, for the good it did me." I crouched down, picking up both weapons, before standing up and walking over to Mortar, handing them to him.
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Damn, can't you tell what sarcasm is? [b]Mortar takes the weapons, annoyance in his eyes.[/b] Well, point is they're dead, and I can bring you to the base. But that's it.
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I snort. "That's fine by me."
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Alright, the quote on quote "civilians" are north, that way. [b]Mortar points to a large doorway. When you look back from that direction, only Mion is there[/b] Mion: Dammit, I hate when they do that. [b]Mion flies towards the large doorway.[/b]
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I sighed, cutting it off with a wince, before settling with a grimace as I marched after Mion. I reiterate: fück my life.
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Mion: Yeah, sorry about Mortar, he doesn't really like it when someone is pissed at him. Anyway, can you, um, get the door for me? *Mion, having no thumbs, can't grab the doorknobs*
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With a sigh, I opened the door, walking into the next room. "Why the hell did they split us up like that?"
