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6/25/2016 6:41:48 PM
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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?"
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Mion: Not sure. I mean, I think Crossbow wanted me to go in his shadow portal with him, but frankly, I don't trust it. As for Mortar... Well, He leaves when he's pissed. He's not pissed that much, though, normally a cheery guy.
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"Wonder if he realized just how stupid he was being when someone who's not a freak of nature was with him." I glanced over at Mion. "No offense."
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Mion: None taken... But freak of nature? To be fair, there are too many "Freaks" to be considered "freaks." We've just decided "Eh, -blam!- it, these guys are cool, so we're gonna hang out with em."
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"What you lot call yourselves doesn't change the fact I'm not crazy-powerful like you guys mostly seem to be."
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Mion: Crazy powerful? I'm a small animal that got chased by hawks a lot back on earth. Not to mention that not all of us are that powerful, even Mortar has limits.
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I looked at him. "You can fücking fly, I'm pretty sure Crossbow is the killable type of immortal, and Mortar has whatever weird-ass magics and abilities that allow him to summon his sword from nothing. Whereas I wear glasses and do math. Ya see what I'm trying to get at, here?"
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Mion: Yeah... point taken. But for the sword thing, well, let's just say that he made this type of tattoo that can bind you with your weapon. I have no idea how that works. *Mion jumps up to higher ground* Mion: Over there, the General Quarters. That is where everyone lives. Of course, don't expect the majority to be human.
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"Whatever. As long as they're more sane than what I've had to deal with here so far, I'll be happy."
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Mion: Trust me, many are. Others... on a scale from average to asylum... well, let's just say that this place questions your sanity
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I glared at Mion. "You can stop now."
