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Post by Apocalyptic Zombie on Oct 24, 2011 2:40:02 GMT -5
*Damn, they must have gone. And I missed all the fun. I walk slowly through the village, and suddenly hear a little whimper coming from one of the ruined huts. Walking in, I see a girl of about 10 paralyzed with fear* Oh hello...Do you like learning? *She nods slowly, her eyes like saucers* That's good. Because you're about to learn why it is not clever to hide from the Vipers *I grab her head, and use my knife like nails to carve "Keep Running" into her forehead. I then sling her over my back and walk back to the motorcycle.* I need a helper: and that, my dear is going to be you. *I put her on the back of the bike* And just so we are clear, I found you like this and rescued you. Say any different and you won't have a tongue *Slinging my leg over, I start the bike up loudly*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 13:51:13 GMT -5
*I laugh a bit, then cough up some blood* Blech... *my breathing is shallow and sounds congested* I told you he wouldn't kill me... bastard came close though... *I flinch a bit as air brushes over my wounds* I don't think... our plan is working anymore... Basilisk is... more insane than i thought. We... *i cough again* need to get out of here... regroup... we gotta save Sug without the Viper's help... anymore of this and i'll be dead by sunset...
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 13:56:46 GMT -5
Stop talking. You're just hurting yourself. *I put my spare hand over my nose and mouth, trying to ignore the fact that Aftermath's blood is getting all over my shirt and failing. My good old blood nausea's back.* Don't talk. Just try to support yourself if you can. I can get you to the doctor. Before we leave, do I have time to torture him?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 14:05:03 GMT -5
*i cough again, the cough transitions into a hard laugh* Are you insane? Kill him here? Vol... we have *cough* Two ally's right now... We'd be killed in minutes if you so much as *cough* touched Basilisk... Well... I'm sure he wouldn't mind you touching him... *cough* Owie...
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 14:09:41 GMT -5
You know, I COULD work with that. But, really, stop talking. You need all the breath you can get right now. Don't waste it on me. *I smile grimly and start walking down the hallway, beginning to navigate my way to the doctor's room.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 14:11:42 GMT -5
*coughing more and more* I can talk if i want... I'm an adult dammit... a kid isn't gonna tell me... what? Hey... hey there... why are you leaving...? *I look at the ceiling, at something that doesn't exist* What kind of God just leaves when someone needs them? Ah... fuck you...
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 16:56:47 GMT -5
*I have to stop walking to focus all my energy on not crying, because IA's voice sounds so...nonchalant. He's talking about losing something he once believed in as if it's no big deal. The worst part is that it's NOT a big deal in the Zones.*
Don't worry. He left me, too. But, trust me...it's easier without him. You don't have to worry about making anyone happy anymore.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 18:07:12 GMT -5
*I look up at Vol and smile a bloody smile* I lost him... a long time ago... Vol. I never cared... Better off without... just like you said... *coughs up more blood*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 18:13:58 GMT -5
It's almost sad how we can say that. *I rest my hand on IA's head for half a second in a terrible half-attempt at a show of empathy before starting to walk again. I expected IA to be a bit more helpful than he is, but I practically drag him along anyway, mostly just amazed that I have enough strength to do so.* Now stop talking. Not only is it only hurting you, but the smell is making me nauseous, and you don't want me to vomit all over you on top of everything else.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 18:23:17 GMT -5
*I stop talking but smile a bit, we reach the medical ward and Garter is waiting*
*Upon seeing Aftermath, his views on the Vipers are changed, almost instantly* What... what did they do you you, laddey?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 18:27:50 GMT -5
Don't make him talk, he'll cough blood all over me again. If you want to know what happened, Basilisk happened. Now fix him. Please. *I lean sideways in an attempt to get IA to his actual feet, which are trailing behind him, but I run out of flexibility before it works.* Could you, um...help me out here?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 18:29:35 GMT -5
*Garter takes IA and places him on a table* It's looking' bad, mate... but nothing i can't fix. *He looks to Vol* Are you gonna stay or leave? This ain't gonna be pretty.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 18:36:11 GMT -5
Well, I want to be here when he wakes up so I can figure out...*I want to say "what I'm going to kill Basilisk for" but I don't know what this doctor guy is like, whether he's our side or theirs.* what exactly happened. If that's okay, anyway. I could wait outside....
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 24, 2011 18:46:51 GMT -5
*Garter puts on a pair of gloves and grabs a bottle of alcohol, he pours it over Aftermath's wounds and he screams in pain* Well shit... Ain't much skin left... is there? *Garter looks to Vol* You can stay if you like, it's been a while since Aftermath let anyone carry him. Knowing his old self, he woulda dragged himself through glass, rather than accept help. Who ARE you, exactly? *He looks behind him at the Viper flag, then turns it around to signify where his allegiance lies.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 24, 2011 18:53:25 GMT -5
Volume Virus. I'm one of Aftermath's...friends. *I cringe when IA screams, forcing myself not to do the same. The doctor is right, he's so lacerated that it looks like his skin is about to fall off. I turn away, both hands over my nose and mouth.* He IS going to survive, right?
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