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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:15 pm
He kept waiting for the pain to abate, the splinter of agony lingering long after the point where he expected it to. Tracey did not speak, only continued to make sounds that were awful to hear, twisted up in outrage and surprise.
He didn't look back to H, everything about his posture turning deferential as he shivered. Simply fed herself. He made it sound so small and insignificant when it was not. "I wanted... I wanted to be sure sir. I was not ...I wasn't trying to be rude. I had stupid ******** suspicions about the clone things. I..."
Why had he thought that any of the s**t he'd come up with was right? Why the ******** had he let himself think even for a second he'd come anywhere close to the truth of the matter? It was arrogance and he'd earned this, he was only fortunate H was merciful, more than he probably deserved either.
"I thought because I had ..M.." he was too afraid to even say her name. "I thought..you were trapped. A clone. I don't actually know ******** anything."
He covered his face with his hands, curling up as much as he was able. "Forgive me, I just ******** wanted to help. I didn't want to break your s**t." he couldn't even look at the fallen bones, the skeletons he had admired last time he was here. His voice cracked. "I like your stuff."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:18 pm
"Yes," the doctor sighed, "I do too. Please see yourself out."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:24 pm
"Yes sir." Rep muttered apologetically.
This time around the redhead wasn't about to argue and overstay his welcome, hunched, cowering, slinking like a stray dog struck one too many times, he made his way to the door and out into the hallways. He felt like he needed to find somewhere to die, considering the hoard, considering laying under all of his junk until the pain passed before realizing there was only one place on all the island he'd be able to lick his wounds and turning towards his room.
In his thoughts Tracey stopped screaming and subsided down to a low, furious sobbing. He had never been tolerant of contact of any kind and this particular incident had just been too much to endure.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:26 pm
"Since you're likely to see him first, tell Mr. Hughes I require his construction expertise."
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:58 pm
Rep wasn't ******** up physically, exactly, which Harrison had seen his fair share of. But something had been seriously ******** wrong. Rep looked pale and agonized and on the edge of throwing up and passing out. ...And when he noticed the ******** state of Rep's ear- and Tracey- B0nez winced audibly.
"Um, is he okay? Are they okay, are like...um." The normally excitable ghost was more subdued than usual, hushed and showing actual concern.
Harrison asked.
Rep hadn't minced too many words. Harrison needed to go to H.
Harrison held Rep tight. Ordered him not to leave the room, because he had a lot of enemies. Tracey was alive. Not a tablet. Not crushed up like...like that other girl's weapon was, wandering sick until she- Harrison got Rep on the bed, and comfortable. Got supplies. Told him he'd be back for him and Tracey. Even though Rep wanted to go. And Harrison would have, he didn't like being apart anyhow, but Rep...Rep was barely hanging on to being conscious. Locked up behind him.
Harrison wished he could leave B0nez to talk with both of them, but B0nez figured they both should go handle it, even though he was pretty uneasy about the whole thing. Ever since Ferros had quit the guild it was like, Tracey was his only guildie, even if he was like...mostly sort of almost a girl. So.....
Harrison was just no good with the bosses. He got sweaty and nervous at the best of times. And H, H had saved Rep and Harrison, plenty of times, he had, and he'd also....also done, some really, really ******** terrible things. Excruciating s**t. Not with money, but with blood. Tracey... sh-s**t, it was all- it was all s**t, and keeping Marie on him, for this long, what for?
What the ******** had Rep been thinking? He knew about...about the conspiracy theory bullshit, but- to go attacking H? Why did it have to be Rep. Couldn't....somebody else deal with this. Wasn't he in the info division, weren't there people who knew and were dealing with infiltration-level s**t, if that was in fact the case. s**t, it had all just...all just gotten ******** up, so fast.
Harrison was just scared.
When he came in H's room, he glued his eyes to the floor, hands sweaty, as he held a soft toolbox out in front of him like a very shitty shield. He barely looked at the room at all. Here to do a job, that was all. Do a job. Get back to Rep.
"You," he started, hoarse, "you wanted to see me, sir?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 11:40 pm
The doctor was on the floor salvaging the remains of his personal effects within the desk, of papers covered in diagrams and calculations. "Yes. Some damage has been done."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:11 am
Avoiding H, he girded his ******** loins and gave the rest of the room a look.
Not great. On the plus side, there was still a ceiling and a floor, so Rep hadn't used his charge. He didn't know who he had to thank for that. The walls, and furniture, and...hell, everything else, was maybe...uh, not so great.
His wallet shriveled up just from looking. It was an added kicked in the stomach feeling that he didn't need.
B0nez made a noncommital noise. "Ehhhhhh~ he was pretty reserved, huh? You're right that somebody else probably should have done it, that's probably what happened, with the....idk, lezzie-fusion thing going on. Wow. It's a shame too because like, Rep's been gemming anyway and she only did that 1 hit KO thing on us that one time..."
Harrison looked at H. H wasn't in a perfect or tidy condition either. He knew there'd be blood. Rep had told him.
"Sir, do you need any, uh...any, medical....?"
Harrison felt himself go hot even as he said it, he knew it was a stupid question to ask the Doctor.
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