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1/11/2015 10:59:26 PM
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Walks up to you clearly grimacing at the pain from the sword. What do you want?
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I was gonna try and...uh *can't believe he's saying this* ...try and...reason...with the sword in your torso.
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Looks at you like you have two heads. I'm sorry it most be because of all the blood loss. I could have sworn you said that you wanted to talk to the sword in my chest.
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Yeah...I know. Look, it's worth a shot, right? I imagine you don't want to spend the rest of your life as a...sheathe for another man's sword, so to speak.
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No certainty not. Fine, what's your plan.
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I was gonna talk to it. Here goes... Okay. Sword. First of all, how's it goin'? I figure you probably don't get asked about your day. Umm...obviously you can't answer. Never mind. So, listen. Thing is, you're sort of stuck in a friend of mine. And, even though he's a demon, I don't think he's a bad person. Neither am I, for the record. I mean, I don't personally believe that anyone is qualified to say that about themselves, but I don't exactly have anyone I can call as a character reference...uh, I'm getting off topic. Never mind. Anyway, I know I'm probably not worthy of wielding you, but I don't want to, okay? I've got enough trouble without adding you to it. I just want to pull you out of Elder and then, I don't know, set you aside so your real owner can come get you. So assuming you have any control over the whole "pull out" process, I'm gonna ask for you to help me on this. So...here goes nothing. *grabs the sword handle and tries to pull it out* [spoiler]let me know if it works, Elder. It's your story.[/spoiler]
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The sword responds to your pleas with a golden light enveloping you. You feel that the sword is now as light as a feather and you start to slowly pull the hilt out. However at about the halfway point, the sword suddenly breaks in half. This causes you to go flying back with the hilt section while the blade section goes further into my body stopping just before hitting the heart. I cry out in pain and drop to the floor.
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*rushing over* Dammit, sword, I thought we were clear on this! What the hell, du--*smacks self in face and stops talking to what is now probably a dead inanimate object* Okay, umm, that's, this isn't good, uhh...
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Get...me...to...med..,,bay. I mumble weakly. Then I fall unconscious.
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Edited by Ben: 1/12/2015 12:39:02 AM*carries you with help from Lycanos/Fenatsu* Really hope this medbay is user-friendly. *considering this hotel is run by Mandalorians, I'm gonna guess that there's a healy-tank-like object like in Star Wars. Unless you had a specific idea of what you want to happen.*
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I mutter one word. Ranger.....,,,
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*new thread*
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'Kay.
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Right, okay. Here goes. ...how the eff am I gonna do this without making the wound worse? *rums to get help*
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O_o shhiiit. That's bad, for so many reasons...
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Get...me...to...med..,,bay. I mumble weakly. Then I fall unconscious.
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[spoiler]Wow, I lol'd at that. How old am I? Ffs[/spoiler]
