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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:20 pm
It looked like a clinic.
He sat on a narrow bed in a very white room, blinking slowly around at his surroundings. There were people in uniform milling about, some taking blood samples, others just making notes on clipboards or sitting at the desk. Several beds lined the walls, and a few had people in them, moaning and groaning in pain, or asleep, or looking strangely disgruntled to even be there.
He looked down at himself a little musingly. A hospital gown, unflattering and pathetic looking, a set of bandages around his ribs that were aching, so he'd most likely had some sort of incident to land him here in the first place. Half of his vision was obscured, and when he reached up, he could feel an eyepatch covering part of his face.
It was all very mysterious.
(He wondered if the clinic offered meals.)
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:27 pm
"Oh my god," said a voice immediately to his left, "You're alive."
The speaker's enthusiasm was coming through at a bare minimum from the bed beside his, but from their battered appearance it was quite probable if they spoke with any more emotion they would burst a vital organ.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:31 pm
He turned his head in the direction of the voice and spotted a man in the bed beside him, bandaged and bruised, looking quite worse for the wear.
Gale blinked curiously.
"Yes, I do believe so," he said, and then looked startled at the sound of his own voice, a hand rising to touch his lips in mild surprise. "Oh, that's unexpected. How interesting."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:49 pm
"I still can't believe we made it." The only reason they had, was probably because Charlotte wanted them alive. If she even was Charlotte. He was starting to build up quite a few suspicions about that. "That's a relief. I thought after you touched that thing, you..."
He trailed off and just stared, with an apprehensive look creeping over his features. Post-mission Gale was a lot less... serious... than Lucky remembered him being. By a lot. And unfortunately for Lucky's paranoia, Gale had not been the sole inhabitant of his body that day either.
"... What's interesting?"
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 6:53 pm
He was examining one of his hands - the left one, to be exact - which was thin and pale, but also streaked with black tendrils that snaked from his palm, all the way up one arm. They looked relatively old, like burn marks, which was curious, because he hadn't really ever seen anything that could do that sort of damage short of electrocution.
That being said, maybe he was electrocuted.
"Oh, er..." he said thoughtfully, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He gestured to his throat and mouth. "The accent. I wasn't really expecting that, to be honest. It's rather nice."
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:28 am
"I bet it is." Lucky gave him a brief nod and a very unconvincing smile. "It's a nice accent. Belonged to someone I used to know. That accent. Specifically." He then slowly rolled back to facing the ceiling and began to claw at his own face in an utterly horrified manner, babbling to himself. "Oh my god we killed Gale."
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