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5/25/2016 10:54:52 PM
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The turquoise-armoured soldiers glanced quickly at each other, then back to the two of them.
[i]"Follow us. Quickly."[/i]
They turn back, beginning to sprint back towards their camp. Tulleesh follows them at their pace, not slowed down in the least by Monica's weight. In his eyes was a focused, caring look. She could tell that in this moment, her safety was what mattered to him.
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She smiles back. The man could sense them.
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"So uh... do you want me to stay or..?" He looks at her. "We could both use a shower, come to think of it."
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"True... I'm so dirty..." She says, in a disgusted voice.
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"C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up." He smiles, holding out his hand for her to grab.
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She takes it.
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He helps her up off the bed, helping her stand up on her feet. "Are you alright to walk?"
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She nods. "Thank you Tulleesh."
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"Alright then. To the showers." He holds her hand and walks to the showers with her, helping her stand whenever she needed his help.
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She makes it there will little trouble. "Thank you." She begins undressing as he leaves.
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He leaves for the men's showers. They were empty, since the medical building recieved little visitors today. He sheds his clothing, walking into the shower and turning on the water. The lukewarm water rushes onto his body, he begins rubbing his crimson red skin of any filth. He takes his time, enjoying the feeling of the water.
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She quickly showers, she always did. She dries off and puts on a plain white shirt and some black leggings. She was surprised they had those... She then makes her way over to the men's showers, waiting outside. She didn't feel safe... And she wanted Tulleesh to come out, so she waited. Eventually she got antsy enough. One peek wouldn't hurt. She wouldn't see anything. She just peeked in the entryway.
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Tulleesh was standing with his back against the wall, eyes closed. The water was rushing down his tattooed body. He was carefully washing his horns. The water furled down his chiseled pecks, his abs and down his handsome man tool. It was fairly large, about seven inches, and that's only when it wasn't erect. It then cascaded down his muscled legs, following the mapping of his thighs and calves, down to his feet. A separate stream of water trailed down his scaled tail.
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She squeaks, covering her eyes and pulling back. She sure hope he didn't see her. "Oh my god... That was so stupid!"
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His eyes were closed, so he didn't see her. After some time, the water comes to a halt. He dries himself up, gets dressed back in his monk clothes and walks out of the showers, noticing she was there. "Oh! Hello, Monica. Have you been waiting for me?"
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She turns Crimson. "What? Uh.. Uh Y-yes! I have." She says, stammering.
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Meanwhile, on the outer perimeter. The scion patrol continued its sweep of the perimeter.
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The man could feel their presence, he raises his hands in a show of peace, approaching where they were walking.
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They noticed him, raising their weapons as a precaution. [i]"Halt! Who goes there?"[/i]
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"It's... Ryker.. Evans." Ryker collapses as he uses his last energy to speak that loud.
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[u]"Oh shit, I think it's the boss' man!"[/u] Two of them rush to his side, lifting him up and carrying him. [u]"He's got sever punctures, broken bones, fractures and a minor internal hemorrhage."[/u]
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Ryker was unconscious, having been shot multiple times by Angel rounds that shredded his armor. This suit was totaled, he'd need another one. It sparked, pieces fell off every now and then and the joints would lock ever so often. "G...Garret..." He says, while still unconscious.
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[u]"We're gonna have to cut that suit open."[/u] They rush him into an emergency room.
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They wouldn't have to worry as soon as they set him on the table it falls apart, crashing down on the floor.
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[u]"Well then, takes care of that."[/u] The medics immediately begin operating on him, treating his wounds.
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Slowly but surely they fix him up, patching all his wounds. After the procedure was done... He awoke on the table as they put the last stitches in.
