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 Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 12:49 pm
Oh yes, finaly got this b*****d instaled.
State of the art and everything. In fact, it's so awesome I have to describe it later.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 2:06 pm
Charles's armored van raced around the corner leading to the A~E Building. Upon reaching the massive structure he drove down further than the front entrance and to the medical turnabout. He brought the van to a halt and hopped out, leaving it to idle. "I'll be right back," he said to Sam, opening up the back of the van and then rushing inside.
"I need emergency medical assitance outside!" he yelled as he entered, flashing his A~E ID to the desk worker. Nodding, she quickly pressed a button on her right, two men with a stretcher coming quickly through swinging double doors moments later.
The Chauffeur led the men outside to the back of the van. The med team gently picked up Allen and moved him to the stretcher with a standard "On three" manuever.
"You stay with him, Stryphe," he said to his comrade. "I have to get these two back to their place."
After Stryphe left the van Charles hopped back in and drove Sam and Leon back to Imagination Station.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:52 am
Flare left the van when Stryphe did. Hey, if she'd managed to bum a ride, maybe she could bum some medical treatment off them, too...
If not, Irene's underground lab wasn't too far from here.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 4:22 pm
The medical assistants would welcome Stryphe, Allen and Flare into the express elevator and up, or maybe down, to the medical bay. The doors would open to a sterile white room with many many men and women in white coats puttering around.
A group would come and take the critical Allen to what was pretty much an entire ICU crammed into a very small space. There they would try and get him back to health. Who needs gods and magic when you have SCIENCE.
Since Flare was still walking she would be taken aside and asked a few questions. Then, if she didn't burn them to crisps, the doctors would come in with the strange machines. They were for her health, I swear.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:20 am
Flare was hovering, rather than walking; her legs still hurt, having been burned by Amp's celestial fire. She would be very cooperative and answer the doctors' questions.
Having a mad scientist for a sister, she made the doctors explain exactly what each machine did, how it did it, and what possible things could go wrong with her or with it. Then, and only then, would she submit to having them used on her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:15 am
Degobah pulled up to the med bay again in the armored van. He entered the annex and flashed his A~E ID to the desk worker. She pushed a button that unlocked the med doors, which the Chauffeur was quickly through.
It didn't take him long to locate his comrades. He waited patiently as he was sanitized and given the okay to enter. "Hi all," Degs said with a small wave, "just so everything is clear to the concious people, I'm a double of the Charles, or Degobah, the Chauffeur you all know and love. He's off helping out Owle to fight the Gods on the Dreamscape or something life-threatening like that. This cloning is a result of said adventure.
"I'm not evil, I'm very much identical to your comrade. I'm just here to fill his shoes while he's gone. So....yeah, carry on." Crossing to one of the doctors he asked, "Is Crim going to be alright?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:55 pm
There was a hiss of hydraulics as the pod open. Allen had been recuperating in this machine for quite some time. Everything was regulated and monitored in this little world. His breathing was assisted, his heart rate carefully monitored, and a ever changing slew of chemicals and antibodies being pumped into his system. There was of course a few minor procedures done before he was placed in the pod, but mainly it would be time that healed.
Leaning over Allen would be Dr. Monroe. The head of A~E genetics, and a man that thought quite highly of himself. His smirk was almost like he would start his own fanclub at any minute. He didn't look that impressive though. His greying hair was slicked back, his lab coat unbuttoned and his eyes retreating into a cavern of dark bags.
"Hello there." Was all he said to the possibly unconscious Allen.
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