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 Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 3:38 pm
Otto was now patched up, neck and shoulders wrapped like a mummy to cover his acid burns as well as a few bandaids scattered everywhere else. The teen hunter sat down near Ripley's bed, looking over the heavily bandaged old acquaintance.
He looked too comfortable. And too asleep. Time to remedy that.
The new 19 year old got out a pen and poked at the bandaged neck of Ripley. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 3:59 pm
The moment the Life Lab Techs had him, he had passed out. His strength and grim determination had gotten him that far, but it hadn't been far enough; he slept like the dead and almost nearly had been. Thankfully it wasn't permanent and the healing had done it's job, leaving Ripley on what would likely be a slow, painful mend. Not that he knew that yet; he had actually passed out through all the bandaging, cleaning and stitching, and had not once woken up since the nightmare of the desert.
But someone, in his infinite wisdom, decided to poke his wounds.
The sudden succession of painful jabs (however light they had been) drew him out of his unconscious state, pulling him from the comfortable dull of the abyss and into heavy, painful, bright reality. He let out a low groan and shifted, immediately regretting both as his neck and chest lit up with pain. He lifted a hand and tried to swat the offending pen away, but fell short...mostly because he used the wrong arm, and in the wrong direction.
Apparently the pain meds were still working.
Soon he was conscious enough to recognize the voice, which brought a whole new groan to his lips, coupled with a very heartfelt though rough-sounding: "<******** off."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:06 pm
"Good mornin' Merry Sunshine~" Otto drawled with a cheeky smirk, letting off on the poking. It was funny seeing Ripley so off his game, drugged up. Sort of. He had been through a lot, after all. Getting his throat torn out is pretty super gross. He'd almost believed he might not make it. After all, some hunters do actually die.
Ugh. Depressing thought. Need to bully older kid to feel better.
Otto flicked Ripley on the cheek with the back of his hand for good measure. "How're ya feelin'?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:22 pm
Ripley tried to get up, but immediately decided against it and remained where he was. Why did it have to be Otto to wake him up? Of all people...it had to be Otto. The kid who would just love to see him like this. At his worst, off his game...augh.
The flick was granted a hiss, his fingers curling at his sides.
"Like a ball of adorable kittens." He managed to drawl right back, his voice hoarse from his injury. "How do you think." It annoyed him to have to speak so slowly, or so quietly. "But I took...your advice. Didn't die." He tried to smile at his own joke, a rasping little cough of a laugh escaping his lips. Pale eyes peeked open, trying to brave the light of the room, and to focus on the bratty kid near him.
Except again, he was looking in the wrong direction.
"You?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:29 pm
Oh this was such a treat. This guy might come back to get him when he was back in top form. But for now? This was making Otto very happy to bother him. "Aw, ya listened to me. Cept you got wrapped up in Caelius's temper tantrum. Then again, so did I. Wrong place wrong time. He's a big fan of sending people into the Sahara."
Otto stopped bothering him physically, and maintained bothering him vocally. "I'm doin' dandy, glad ya'll asked. Acid burns are super ********' fun, But looks like you got hot and heavy with the Bug King." He gave Ripely a haughty look, "Dude... yer a gross kind of kinky."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:40 pm
"Is that what happened?" Ripley tried to remember how he even got to the desert, and drew a huge blank. "One minute I was talking to---" Jack and Finn, wasn't it? There was a booth somewhere, something about being clean... "And then..." He trailed off as his mind caught up to what he was saying. Talking to Jack and Finn. Then waking up to Abbi in the desert. They were in the desert with him.
Did they...? Were they...? Where? For a moment he forgot that Otto was even there, and suddenly he was moving. Sitting up as fast as his wounds would allow which, unfortunately, wasn't very fast. A moment later he was giving a pained cry and falling right back onto his back, gasping for breath. Otto was still talking, going on about being kinky for bugs and just...well, being Otto.
"Why won't you go bother someone else?" It was a rhetorical question at best, and groaned out very unhappily. "...What day is it?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:46 pm
"Yeaaaaah... He makes portals with his weapon." Otto said as Ripley stammered trying to remember what happened.
Otto looked at Ripley like he was a very stupid person, "Um. Who else is there? Yer more fun to bother." Just look at the man getting all groggy and angry at him. Ah. So satisfying. "It's October 30th. You weren't out too long. Maybe a day?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:53 pm
Makes portals with his weapon. Yes, that made total sense. Of course. Portal-making weapons happened all the time.
He'd never get used to this place.
"There's nobody else in here?" He didn't sound angry, or even like he was trying to pawn the boy off on anyone anymore: if there was nobody else in here, where were the rest of his friends? Did they make it? Please tell him that they made it. The gnaw of worry settled into his already aching chest, and as he tried to look around, he at least half listened to Otto. Maybe it wasn't that they had died, maybe it was that he'd been in here longer, and they'd all been released.
...Or not. October 30th? Ripley squinted at the blurry shape he assumed was Otto, wondering if he were lying. Where were his glasses? He couldn't very well look for his friends without them either, could he.
"Ah. Well then. Happy Birthday, kid. I forgive you for being a douchey brat today." Ripley said, his voice still rough and hoarse as he bestowed the greatest gift he could on the blonde leech.
"We....we're not alone in here, are we?" He was very, very worried about his friends.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:59 pm
"No one else I wanna bug." Otto clarified bluntly. Ripley was easier to bother. Much more fun.
The teen grinned cheekily as Ripley remembered his birthday, sitting up a little straighter in his seat. "Well yeah, I mean, Birthdays mean I get a free pass in everything." Which meant he could bug Ripley all he wanted with little consequence, right? Birthdays didn't amount to much else at Deus.
"Hm? No, there's lots of beds...... oh. Where're yer glasses?" Otto realized as Ripley squinted at nothing. No wonder he wouldn't look him in the eye. Otto looked to the bedside table and picked up the man's specs, dangling them above Ripley's head.
"Pretty please, Otto? Pretty please let me have my geeky nerd specs?" He was sure evil when he knew he wouldn't get hurt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:04 pm
Ripley managed to level a very unamused stare at Otto as the other man held his glasses captive. Well, he stared in his general direction anyway, but pretty damn close considering he was near blind naturally and drowsy to boot.
"Pretty please, Otto." He started, definitely not amused or even trying to sound actually pleading. "Before I have really nice, long talks with every single one of your friends here." Ripley's threat was slow and deliberate, though it was only that way because he was in a great deal of pain and on a great deal of medication.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:05 pm
Otto's bemused attitude dropped like a sack of potatoes, and he visibly slumped his shoulders, dropping the glasses onto Ripley's lap. "Funsucker."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:11 pm
"Thank you." For once, Ripley sounded genuine and pleasant. He'd been pretty genuine with his need for the brat to go away, but getting his glasses back was a nice thing to have happen. As he reached for his glasses his face twisted into a grimace of pain, and as he managed to get a hold of them his hands trembled as he tried to put them back on.
Hopefully Otto would count the four tries and three eyeball pokes as a birthday present.
"Stupid ********---" He groaned as he finally got them on, and squinted again through the lenses. Still blurry, still too bright, but better, somehow. This time when he turned his head to look at Otto, he realized he was totally off and looked in the proper direction. Then, finally, he could focus on the brat and his bandages. Well, that explained why he was in the infirmary too.
"It's a little early for halloween." He joked, knowing he didn't look any better. "What got you?" Aside from the kinky bugs, of course. And, more importantly: "Who else is here?" The concern in Ripley's strained voice was evident.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:19 pm
"Acid bath." Otto replied bluntly. He looked around, since Ripples didn't seem to have full functioning sight and neck movements on his own. "Uuuuh. Lot's of people. Who isn't here is more like it."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 7:22 pm
Lots of people got a plus one within the minute.
Jack had not studied medical textbooks much, but during his parsing of biological engineering's subsets, he did have to study some. His mother had been a doctor as well, so he had a rudimentary understanding of what to do where coming in to Deus. Recently he had been brushing up with some other Lifers and a few unfortunate patients, so really it was all good timing, relatively speaking.
He strode in with purpose, glancing at Ripley and his visitor in passing and muttering a greeting. His mind was clearly on other matters, though, as he stopped at two beds aligned across from each other. The first held Finn. "Time to get up, blondie," Jack told him with a nudge to his uninjured shoulder before he moved to the other bed where Abbi laid. At the foot of her bed was her coat, folded neatly and cleaned as best it could be.
"Rise and shine, otome chick." She recieved a light flick to her forehead.
And then he was on the move again to get supplies. "Do I have to look at you, too?" he asked the conversing pair briskly, his face set into a concentrated frown that, with the natural slant of his eyes, made him look like he was scowling.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 8:13 pm
"Ouch, man. That sucks." He wasn't sure what was worse; acid burns, or getting your throat torn out. At least one made you feel remarkably calm after a little bit...
Those feelings were shaken away mentally, since he didn't dare to try to do so physically. Otto had confirmed there were others in the room too, which gave him hope; it meant no time dwelling on what could have happened to himself. Especially since he was about to find out what happened to the others. For the third time since waking he tried to sit up, and this time he at least managed to prop himself up on his uninjured elbow, just enough to watch the fuzzy shape of Jack move to wake up a pair of people with very promising nicknames.
"Unless you're going to give my friend over here a prostate exam..." The least injured arm was used to vaguely gesture at the general blurry shape of Otto. He at least found the time and energy to return the snark, though he was clearly exhausted for more than one reason. "...No, it's okay. Tend to them." They needed it more than he did, at least in his own opinion. After all, he had already been bandaged, though the majority was around his throat, shoulders and torso. Ugly bruises were forming along his cheek and jaw, peeking out from under the temporarily clean bandages.
So...Jack was okay, but Finn and Abbi...
Still unable to sit up like he wanted to, Ripley was left to focus on the blurry forms of his friends from his hospital bed; Abbi was obvious with her red hair and tiny stature (that was somehow different from the red head that had no doubt saved his life), but Finn was a little harder to recognize, strangely enough.
"Hanging in there?" He asked the pair of them, however awkwardly and strained. 'Are you alright?' was an out of the question question, after all. Nobody in their right mind would be all right after that mess.
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