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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 2:18 pm
"OK.... let's see... 1989.... 1989.... what songs were hot in 1989?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 2:23 pm
"um....i cant really tell you off hand...."* sweatdrop *"i tend not to pay attention to time periods"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 3:06 pm
"Oh, wait! Fine Young Cannibals! 'She Drives Me Crazy!' That was one of the year's top songs!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:17 pm
"well you can sing that one...im a bit rusty on tthat...."*she shrugged*
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:32 pm
"She drives me crazy! Ooh, ooh! Like no one else! Ooh, ooh!"
CRASH.
"It's '89, and we're in the right time and place," Mephisto said.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:34 pm
"good then lets hurry!"*she looked around to find the clinic*
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:36 pm
"So a gun wound injury. Sounds like a lot of fun!" Hans said.
"Well.... keep in mind that it's your adult self that you'll be working on..."
"As long as it's not Eliza, I think that I can cope."
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:37 pm
"hurry up!"*she had already started running in the direction*
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:39 pm
"Wait! Just remember... we CAN'T interfere. Just Hans, after the burglar has left. We'll see ourselves, too, so be prepared for that. I need you to hold Eliza, Netsubo, while Hans does his thing." Mephistophiles said as he ran.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:40 pm
"right, lets integrate lataru!"*they did, ready to restrain eliza*
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:44 pm
The gunshot rang out, followed by Eliza's scream, just as they entered the room. Same leapt out the window, running away as fast as he could. Mephistophiles began subtly directing their past selves away from the injured Faust (including Netsubo's previous attempt to get Faust away from Eliza.
Hans knelt hastily, staring down at himself. The half-closed, flickering eyes, the hole in his forehead streaming blood down one side of his face, the effort it seemed to take him just to breathe.
"Hans?" Eliza asked in disbelief. She fainted.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:48 pm
*netsubo pulled eliza away and tied her up a bit to make sure she didnt interrupt*"ok...she's taken care of..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:51 pm
Hans continued to stare. A pair of pliers was clenched in his fist, but watching himself die seemed like too much pressure. He started to hyperventilate, grabbing the man he would become's hand and holding it helplessly.
"I'm so sorry," Mephistophiles whispered, his form elongating until it resembled a more severe-looking version of the adult Faust. "But, you have to live, Faust." He hit Hans as hard as he could, sending the child actually skidding across the floor.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:54 pm
*netsubo looked shocked*"w-why did you do that?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 10:59 pm
"Because mistakes can be fatal!" Mephistophiles said in a cold voice that wasn't his own. "When you're a surgeon, every second counts. To lose heart, or waste time.... you're no son of mine, Johannes."
"I'm.... I'm sorry, Dad," Hans said, raising himself shakily and wiping blood away from his bruised cheekbone. "I shouldn't have done that... you're right, of course..." taking up the pliers, he dug them into the bullet hole, ignoring the writhing spasms of the patient.
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