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Post by Drake on Jun 15, 2019 16:20:20 GMT -8
Drake would wake up in a bed in the infirmary a huge cast covering his arm. It ached like a mother. Punching that stupid beast wasn't the brightest idea... he would then look around the room he was in.
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Post by Soni Vox on Jun 15, 2019 18:26:02 GMT -8
Soni sat in a chair beside him, singing along to music she listened to.
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Post by Drake on Jun 15, 2019 19:00:32 GMT -8
"Oh... hey."
Drake would say. Honestly surprised to see someone there.
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Post by Soni Vox on Jun 15, 2019 21:56:48 GMT -8
"Hey," Soni would say with a relieved hint to her voice, removing her headphones. "How do you feel?"
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Post by Drake on Jun 15, 2019 23:20:21 GMT -8
Drake whinced as he sat up.
"Like a went one on one with a freight train. And lost."
He would say with a chuckle, then he would grimace in pain again. Not only was his arm fucked. His body ached.
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Post by Soni Vox on Jun 16, 2019 0:08:25 GMT -8
Trains. The ancient solid metal machines that could transport people miles across. A magical concept.
"I mean, you basically did."
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Post by Drake on Jun 16, 2019 8:17:35 GMT -8
"Fair enough..."
He would say. With a pained chuckle.
"Where are we? I don't remember what happened after I punched that thing."
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Post by Soni Vox on Jun 16, 2019 11:45:05 GMT -8
"We're in the Cabal infirmary. We got ambushed on the way here. You.." Soni paused to gulp. "...cut a couple guy's heads off."
Such an awful memory.
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Post by Drake on Jun 16, 2019 11:49:20 GMT -8
Drake raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Dope."
He would say the he would look at her.
"What about you? You get any kills?"
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Post by Soni Vox on Jun 16, 2019 11:55:32 GMT -8
Dope??? Drake thought that was dope??? Psychopath...
Soni squirmed at the thought of her killing. "Ah... no I don't think so. I just knocked a guy out. Probably fell over from pain or something."
He wasn't... dead.......
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Post by Drake on Jun 16, 2019 12:01:09 GMT -8
Drake shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. You'll get a kill under your belt one if these days, I'm sure. I believe in you."
He would say with a supportive smile.
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Post by Soni Vox on Jun 16, 2019 12:08:29 GMT -8
Soni would look at him with concerned and disturbed eyes. "I'd rather not."
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Post by Drake on Jun 16, 2019 12:43:22 GMT -8
Drake chuckled.
"You'll get there."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Jun 23, 2019 18:42:23 GMT -8
The doctor walked in followed by a boy with white hair and blue eyes looking blank. The doctor points at Drake, but the boys eyes shift to Soni, staring as he walks over and dumps the contents of a tray of food, apple juice, and some pain pills in his lap and then walks over to stare at Soni.
"What is your designation? Do you have a mission?"
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Post by Drake on Jun 23, 2019 18:51:11 GMT -8
.....Douche bag. Drake is now just staring at the mess no covering him. Deep breaths. Deeeeeeeeep. Breaths.
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