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Edited by Ex PI:
8/6/2015 7:18:47 PM
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[b]Medical Wing, Overwatch Central Command Complex (The Triple C), Agent/Combatant Ward.[/b]
[u]Location unknown.[/u]
Crane sits, or rather lays, in his bed, watching the other patients around him. There aren't many in the ward. A few soldiers, some rookie Agents, fresh out of the Training Center, that came in with third-degree after a KAP-8 lab bust went bad, and [ ] are the only other occupants.
He gingerly attempts to eat, but even chewing causes sharp spikes of pain down his neck and spine.
((Open, if you have good reason.))
English
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*You hear a clanging, then a woman's voice curse softly* "Stupid friking arm. Why won't you work?"
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Edited by Ex PI: 8/6/2015 9:28:48 PMCrane twists his head to see [ ]'s left arm flailing about, seemingly on its own. He waves to her. [i]Try decreasing the nerve-alignment sensitivity.[/i]
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[spoiler]Its her left arm, not the right. The right has the power gauntlet on it.[/spoiler] "Which knob is it?" *She wrestles the arm down and begins typing onto a small pad on the underside of the wrist* "I think.... That should do it." *The arm stops flailing and she releases it, flexing the fingers and elbow*
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Edited by Ex PI: 8/6/2015 9:30:51 PM[spoiler]Fixed[/spoiler] Crane shoots her a thumbs up. [i]Ok, press the button below the knob, then move the joints in order. Once it beeps, the alignment's saved and it shouldn't do that anymore.[/i]
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"Got it." *She does as he said, then bursts out laughing*
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Crane seems miffed. [i]What is it? Do I smell bad? Did I grow a beard while I was out?[/i]
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"I just noticed the label under the knob."
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[i]What's it say?[/i]
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"What you just said!! Hahahahaha!!" *She laughs as she snaps the latch closed, her arm sealing up* "Now.... What's your name? You look familiar but the bandages..."
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Crane bows as much as he can, being stuck in a bed. [i]Overwatch Agent Crane, at your service.[/i]
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*She instantly stops laughing and her eyes widen in surprise* "Wait.... You're still alive?!? B-but... They said you died."
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[i]Ummm. Yeah. 2nd time's the charm, I guess. They pulled 60 bullets out of both of us combined, you know that?[/i] [i]Anyway, I never caught your name.[/i]
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"Might as well just tell you the real one eh?" *She leans back and runs a hand through her white hair, breathing out slowly* "Shiroe. The name's Shiroe."
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[i]Nice name. Think I used to have one once, but I already told you how that turned out.[/i] [i]How long are you stuck in here? The docs told me I'd be here for at least another day.[/i]
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"Well most of the bullet holes have been closed up, and my replacement limbs are working, thanks to you."
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Crane nods. [i]Good. Means that they'll be putting us through the Tunnel tomorrow. Both of us, together, I'm sure.[/i]
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"The Tunnel... I don't like the sound of that..."
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[i]It's a basic training course modeled after Cedycita's sewer system. Pulls out all the stops.[/i]
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"All the stops? Great. I wonder if they still have my gear."
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Crane frowns. [i]The gunship that shot us.... Also happened to have shredded that stuff of yours. Sorry.[/i]
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"Damn. I had some good stuff too." [spoiler]Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk.[/spoiler]
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[i]We can replace it with even better stuff.[/i]
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Crane senses a lull in the conversation, and decides to get some sleep.
