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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:36 pm
((OMG I'm so sorry I wasn't on! And I wont be on till tomorrow....so what happened while I was gone?))
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:44 pm
((um... nothing involving Angel. He's still standing in front of Tiffany's house. Iris is cuddling on the bed... The only exchanges have really been between Bubba and Kanu. Oh, and Eternal said something about Rose never answering a question from Anthony.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:48 pm
((Crap....well, sternal will have to re-post it then.....or do you know where it is?))
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:49 pm
((Lalalalala...))
The boat made its way to black docks in the heart of the tunnels, no lights on the docks to show they were there. It was only through the captain's familiarity with the area that he managed to steer the boat into the docks without hitting anything.
Slowly, the boat drifted into the docks as the captain turned the engine off, and it glided smoothly against the wood before lightly touching the end of the way, rocking softly in the water.
Standing, the captain looked to Bubba and motioned for him to get off as the emergency workers began to step off the boat.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:56 pm
Bubba followed without a sound. He seemed to be in an almost trance-like state; only barely aware of the world around him, his subconscious taking control.
He was dealing with his post-battle rage depression. And internally, his body was busily trying to purge itself of injuries. The wounds couldn't heal completely, but the machines inside his body kept the wounds from being critical.
Already, tissue growth was starting to form at the edge of his face.
((No idea. and @mayhem: lololol XD))
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:02 pm
(( rofl ))
The workers led him to a unmarked door that blended in perfectly with the darkness of the wall. Opening it revealed an equally dark space.
Silently, they filed inside. It was only once everyone was inside and the door shut solidly did the bright fluorescent lights on the cieling flare into life, making everyone wince slightly as their pupils dilated - almost painfully - as they fought to adjust to the sudden change.
The emergency workers and captain departed, leaving only one worker to lead Bubba through the maze of hallways until they were far away from the sewer tunnels and in the main section of the base.
Opening the door to the Technician Room, Bubba was ushered in.
Kanu looked up from some blueprints Morto had given her to look over at his entrance.
Immediately she stood and made her way over to him.
"Oh, my darling masochist!" She cooed, gazing up at him. "They've certainly done a number on you, haven't they? How many did you manage to kill in recompense, my dear?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:07 pm
Bubba came out of his trance-state and grinned, causing his face to scrunch up in an ugly fashion. "Only... most of them. Don't worry about me... I feel great."
This was true. If need be, Bubba could go for another twelve hours or so before he would finally collapse from exhaustion. However, doing such an irresponsible task would take a tremendous toll on his body, and on the nanomachines residing there within.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:09 pm
Morto stepped forward next to Kanu as he surveyed Bubba's torn eye critically.
He tsked, shaking his head.
"Dear dear," he stated after a minute. "You're going to have to go into surgery for that eye, machines or not. Before that wound gets infected. We'll also have to immediately begin to fashion you a prosthetic."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:15 pm
Although Bubba normally didn't like Morto - much less so now that he was being analyzed by the annoying guy - he grinned toothily despite himself. The idea of new toys excited him, sort of.
"Artificial... I like it. Any kind of features can be added?"
Of course, Bubba was being completely unrealistic - who ever heard of an artificial eye with night and thermal vision included, among other features? But knowing Morto... there was bound to be something possible, even if not to such an exaggerated extent as was rolling through Bubba's mind's eye at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:25 pm
Morto pursed his lips in thought.
"Well..." he replied. "We could probably do night vision... we could turn it into a bomb as well, but that would require us to make multiple ones that could detach and reattach easily and without medical assistance... hm..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:32 pm
Bubba frowned. That wasn't practical. "I already carry enough bombs around without having to sacrifice vision. Oh, yeah," Bubba just remembered his cell phone. He took the thing out, dropped it to the floor, and crushed it with a well-aimed stomp. It was customary to get rid of the evidence - even though some technicians would have to either make sure the debris didn't hold any critical information like recordings of Bubba's call to Kanu or they could just vaporize it.
Bubba didn't really care. "Let's just get this thing done with. I've survived without a super-eye up to this point... I'll probably be fine."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:36 pm
Morto scowled at the mess on the floor before looking back up at Bubba.
"I'll fit you with a new phone once we get you a new eye," he stated. He looked at Kanu, who was surveying the exchange silently. "May I begin?"
Kanu nodded.
"Indeed, indeed," she replied, waving to him, as if shooing him away. "Get going. The sooner the better."
Nodding, Morto turned back to Bubba and motioned for him to backtrack to the hallway again.
"Come on," he stated simply, about a foot shorter than the larger man. "Let's get you to surgery so we can get the measurements and prep."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:41 pm
Bubba paused in the doorway, stifling the urge to vomit. After a moment's pause, he straightened and walked on, acting as if nothing had just happened.
Unfortunately, this was one side effect of nanomachines. When they were hard at work, sometimes the body they were trying to repair reacts harshly to released chemicals and hormones.
However, the benefits far outweighed the risks. Bubba - who had already had an extremely tolerant constitution, fortitude, and threshold for pain - had all these features enhanced by the machines. He was truly the ultimate soldier - thanks to the annoying brilliance of Morto.
Bubba followed again, now, returning back to his private place until they were at the surgery table. For this, Bubba would remain wide awake.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:44 pm
(( crying can't do anything!!!!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 7:44 pm
Anthony sighed at Rose and then turned to Sami. "It's a bit complicated" he said.
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