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Bearbeitet von Will:
5/13/2016 1:58:09 AM
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"Where the hell is she?" [i] Ian says with malice, forcing his powers to last a few more minutes. He'd need his last ace if he got into another fight. He turns to Imogen.[/i] "Don't be a bitch and run Imogen, face me."
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[i]"She's probably dead. Maybe worse."[/i] [b]The figure remarks.[/b] [b]Imogen flips Ian off and pads quickly into his ship, honking a horn at the figure to hurry up. He motions Imogen off and chuckles a gravelly laugh at Ian.[/b] [i]"And who are you, anyways?"[/i] [b]Slowly, a blur of movement catches Ian's eye. It darts behind a destroyed ship before disappearing from view.[/b]
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[i] Ian's eyes flit towards the shape but keeps his eyes on his adversary. [/i] "Ian Shaw." [i] He snarled, but his sentence sounds like it's cut short. Like there's more to say but he doesnt.[/i]
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[i]"Uninteresting..."[/i] [b]The man throws a palm out to Ian. It contorts slightly before a blast extends from its reach, cracking all nearby glass, crumbling metal and pushing Ian back... Far back...[/b] [i]"Until next time, child..."[/i] [b]It remarks as it glides, it feet not touching the ground, to Imogen's ship, which not had busted windows and a furious pilot.[/b]
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[i] Ian slams into a back wall, crumbling into himself. His aura dissipates and his eyes go back to normal, his swords shrinking back to knives. He straightens and slams a fist sideways into the wall behind him, knowing he'd lost. But what Imogen and his buddy didn't see was Ian's fingers open slightly, and a small black, spider like device fly from his hand and attach itself to Imogen's ship. [/i]
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[b]Suddenly, the shape that was hidden behind the destroyed craft, rockets to Imogen's ship. It's too far away to tell, but it runs up the ramp, barreling into the strange figure. A fit of shouting and one bright explosion later and the ship goes quiet, not taking off.[/b]
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[i] Ian watches from his position, knowing he can't do anything. His body was beat after the usage of his powers, he just had to watch.[/i]
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[b]The silence that ensues is quickly cut by the sound of thrusters, and gunfire... And more shouting... And a glass mug rocketing from one of Imogen's broken windows. Suddenly, the shapeless form is launched from an ejection port onto the hard ground. The shape is a man holding a red blade that crackles with energy. He tosses a dictionary at the ship before it launches into space.[/b]
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"Fùck me." [i]Ian says quietly, getting shakily to his feet and grips his knives, walking towards the form.[/i]
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[b]Bloodied hair sticks out from the figure. A terribly placed bandage covers the right of its face, and it's neck spews blood like a fountain. He says nothing, but turns to Ian. His one yellow eye gives him a defeated stare. It's Damien... With a limp metal tongue and a openly cracked skull. He gives a dazed wave, clearly unable to talk. He raises his one working eyebrow, as if to say "Guess what? I didn't die."[/b]
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[i] Ian's jaw drops and he stumbles on his barely capable legs, almost hitting the floor from shock. He attempts to say something, but words won't come out. Attempting to help Damien hadn't crossed his mind yet. If he was gonna die, nothing he could do could help him. And if he hadn't died yet... Well.[/i]
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[b]Damien supports him, keeping him steady. He'd probably have some explaining to do... Maybe more... But for now, he needed to find his jaw and make sure Ian didn't take a trip to panic attack town. He grunts and motions to his missing mouth.[/b]
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"Yeah...Imogen threw your jaw at me earlier. Can you reattach it...if I grab it?" [i] Ian says, trying extra hard to make sure his words come out straight.[/i]
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[i]"Gla..."[/i] [b]That was probably a yes... Besides, if Damien survived a slaughtering, he could probably out metal back on his face.[/b]
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[i] Ian stands up straight, putting some iron in his spine for the next few minutes. Damien needed some help, and he'd get it. But he was on the other side of the ship from the med bay.. And even if Damien was okay right now, that didn't ease him much. Ian takes a deep breath, and without looking at Damien, flares his powers back to life. His hair spikes back up, his eyes glow again, and the scarlet aura returns. Though, all these effects are distinctly weaker. Good thing he didn't need to fight, he just needed the speed. He blurs out of the room, and what would take a normal person about 10 minutes to run back and forth, Ian is back in 3. He returns to the hangar, stumbling and falling over on his knees next to Damien, handing his jaw back to him as his powers recede for good this time.[/i]
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[b]Damien narrows his eye to a slit at the action, but doesn't say anything... Cause he can't. He takes the jaw gratefully and simply slams it onto his mouth. He hangs partly loose, but it moves. He reconnects the non-damaged sensors and within no time, he had a functioning mouth, despite it being crooked.[/b] [i]"Dat workth... Phanks, kip."[/i] [b]He pats Ian's shoulder. He needed some major repairs, but now he was in one piece. Sure, his neck was draining like a gallon of milk with bullet holes in it, and his neural implant was exposed and partly cracked, and his eye was missing... Eh, he'd wing it.[/b] [i]"I phink I'm rucky."[/i]
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"That's..debatable." [i] Ian says, reaching into his hoodie and pulls out a black rubber cube, that seems to shake like Jello. He places it on Damien's neck. And it seemingly melts onto his skin like liquid rubber. Almost like a patch in a tire. It stops the bleeding for the time being.[/i] "Little trick from home."
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[i]"Phanks. I meed to phiss."[/i] [b]Damien complains, clearly not loosing his poor timed humor.[/b]
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[i]Ian reaches out and straightens Damien's jaw, taking another smaller black cube and placing it on the edge, holding it in place and attempting to make his speech a bit improved.[/i] "Glorified flat tire plugs, but they work."
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Bearbeitet von Chesh I Guess: 5/13/2016 3:13:12 AM[i]"Mmm... That's better. And I got my ship back... And I stole wine from Imogen's ship... That's why I was late... It had like a six number lock combinations."[/i] [b]Damien pulls a strange syringe from his coat and slams it into Ian's neck without permission, injecting a clear solution into his arteries.[/b] [i]"Dr. Lordan's patented pain reliever... And cold virus cure... And BO reducer. All in one."[/i]
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"Shouldn't you be the one injecting it into yourself? Ya know, detached jaw, missing eye, open neck?" [i] Ian says, still in disbelief. But his words were coming out straighter, and more fixed. [/i]
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[i]"Probably."[/i] [b]He replies, sitting down on the cold metal surface of the hangar.[/b] [i]"I'll get my repairs down once my ship comes back. I called it a few minutes ago."[/i] [b]He shrugs and lays back, pushing over his matted hair.[/b]
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"Damien.. What happened?" [i] Ian asks simply.[/i] "I got your message, but what happened after that, and why are you alive?"
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[i]"Despite my exterior fear... Imogen doesn't scare me. Not in the slightest. Not anymore. Kid, I can put up a hell of a facade... Though, I did go thinking I was gonna die. But I thought I'd die taking him out. I didn't struggle cause I saw something. Something moved inside Imogen, and I froze. I can't explain it. But... I'm just a tough bastard. So, my turn. Why do you glow red?"[/i]
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[i] Ian scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, as whatever trace of his aura was left recedes, and his gold and emerald eyes stop glowing and return to their normal shine.[/i] "Uh... Well, I'm not exactly human, per say."
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[i]"Yeah, yeah. Specifics. I'm not a racist. I don't care what you are as long as I get a straight answer. C'mon. I'm wounded here. Show some love."[/i] [b]He remarks, as the sound of hovering slams into the hangar wall before crashing into a pile of ships.[/b] [i]"Ignore that..."[/i]
