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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:52 pm
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"Deus sucks," she told him, keenly aware of the bracelet's ability to record things she said. If that short phrase blew her up she supposed to deserved it after this much time. Hell, she somewhat wished it would.
She wasn't really comfortable with his head so close (too close- not her's, not her's) but she couldn't move enough to move him away. It was oddly parallel to the situation she'd been in with Circe.
"Hate it," she told him earnestly. She'd felt this way a long time ago, and for a time she'd turned her opinion around. She'd had Chris, Jack, any number of people that made Deus bearable. Now those memories were gone and it was just as choking as it had been two years ago.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 11:33 pm
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A wry laugh escaped him as he moved just his eyes to glance over at her. "No kidding," he said on another sigh. He wondered in brief what the hell he'd gotten himself into.
No turning back now, though, no matter how long he let those thoughts run through his mind, so he had to suck it up and survive. And he could do that; he was good at that. Thinking about the alternative though...he wasn't sure which was the less shitty situation.
"Literally signed my life away, huh?" he asked with a scowl after a beat of silence. He stood up slowly, a sort of irritation starting to fester and he suddenly had the strongest urge to wail on some training dummies right then.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 11:42 pm
clueless as usual
He didn't really a closer inspection of her condition to back up the short curt laugh he gave her, "liar." But even then, he was still grinning like an idiot as he took the single chair in the room - a luxury she was still granted perhaps - and sat himself in it.
"So, mission gone wrong? Bad fight?" Milo gestured a little at her, 'cause he really had no idea what had happened to her. Normally he didn't delve into other people's personal business but scars always seemed to have interesting stories and frankly he hadn't heard any of her's in a long while (and it kind of made him feel a bit sad at realizing that).
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:01 am
NamelessChris had abandoned his duties to get to the infirmary. He was sure there'd be reprecussions later, but he couldn't find space in his thoughts to care. He stormed through the door of Chel's recovery room with what could only be described as Murder Face. "I'm going to beat the s**t out of someone, I swear. Are you okay?" He hovered over her bed, looking torn. He didn't know what he could do to help her, but she looked awful. He should be doing /something/.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:02 am
Adapt
For every moment spent with pent up anger outside of the infirmary, there was an equal amount of patience while there. "Almost." He located E again and signed it for her, then slowly spelled out her name. "Thumb inside, almost like a fist. Naturally you'd get one. Mine is--" J-A-C-K. "Or if you'd rather--" D-O-N-G.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 3:07 pm
WoundNo one had warned her that Chel couldn't remember anything. So when the girl int he hospital bed jerked away from that gentle touch, eyes unrecognizing and cautious, Gretchen was taken aback by it. "Chel?" It was said carefully, softly, as she drew her hand back slowly, fingers closing loosely as it fell back to her side. "I didn't mean to startle you." Are you okay?No, of course she wasn't. She was bedridden, seriously injured, and wearing one of those bomb bracelets again. Chelsea was not okay. The question still wanted to come out, and Gretch had to seal her lips around it, pressing them into a thin line for a moment before smiling down at her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 7:33 pm
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"They don't tell y'that," she said hoarsely, already feeling her voice failing her. They didn't have a lot longer to talk, but it was good that Chel could pass the warning on to someone while she was still alive.
The warning being: Deus Ex was not a noble place to be.
Because for whatever the recruiter had promised her, promised Rhys, there would be a thousand more debts to pay than their were rewards given.
"You ... leavin' too ...?"
She had a bitter remembrance that Tenebrae would have said something like they always leave, don't they? right about now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 7:35 pm
Cluess As Usual
"Caelius ... death meeting ..." Chel said, staring at the tent canvas about her head. It was easier to look there than meet him in the eyes.
It was no secret on the island that Caelius wasn't a gentle man. She didn't think it required any explanation beyond that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 7:37 pm
Nameless
Chel was startled by the abrupt change of pace, jarring out of her half-sleep she'd been in. That brought a cringe and a tiny wheeze, because the whiplash of her scars kicked in after the initial adrenaline rush wore off.
"What's ... your issue ..." she said slowly, glaring daggers at the angry nurse (she assumed he was a nurse; the other moons had been nurses?) with no bedside manner whatsoever.
Even if he was made about something (beating the s**t out of someone?) it didn't really seem like the kind of thing to start ranting about at random pages.
So she stubbornly didn't answer whether or not she was okay. If he was going to be an a*****e, so was she.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 7:41 pm
Adapt
Her face was molded into confusion at his DONG reference. Was it supposed to be a joke about her liking d**k or ...? Was it something more than that?
Part of her wanted to be honest: I only remember a memory.
The other part of her didn't want to hurt whatever portion of him loved her still. Beyond a sparse friend here and there, she had no one to trust. She needed him to survive.
Now? she signed with two hands down, an inquisitive look on her face. What was next?
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 7:44 pm
Wound
In Gretchen's defense, no one knew that Chel couldn't remember anything.
"It's fine," she said slowly, each of the words dropping from her mouth like rusty nails. Talking was hard and she was only now just regaining the ability.
"What ... do you need," she asked softly, meaning what measurements or duties was she here to perform. Changing bandages? Recording healing?
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:19 pm
Adapt
The complete lack of jokes made him realize just how used to her attitude he was; this limpid version was far more disturbing than he could have thought. Or was it worse than that, as his suspicions kept trying to creep back in with?
"Your choice. We could go to the next lesson," he offered. Jack's brow furrowed briefly before going on. "But if you're up for it, I'd...like to know what happened at that meeting. Even if it's just," he signed yes and no.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:30 pm
Adapt
Chel's face contorted. She wasn't trying to keep secrets about the meeting. She physically couldn't talk about it.
Another way Caelius had bound her.
I try she told him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:48 pm
Adapt
He took hold of one of her hands; she didn't need them both to answer.
"Was it Caelius?" he asked, starting off easy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:19 pm
Adapt
As if he needed her making the knocking motion to confirm yes. Who else would it be?
At least yes and no were easy to do. It just looked like you were nodding your head or ceasing the conversation. She liked the ones that had a reason to the motion. Explanations always helped.
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