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6/22/2016 10:40:56 PM
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I shook my head at that, letting the hand holding the knife fall. "Whatever. Let's just get the hell out of here before anything else shows up, or you drive me insane."
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*It makes a strange gurgle sound, the knife still there as it charges you$
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[spoiler]We're both on the ground, me on top.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh...[/spoiler] *The knife still in it's neck, it tries to violently stab you with it own, it manages to cut your arm*
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"Shit!" I yell, partly in surprise but mostly in pain. Wrenching the knife from its neck, I start stabbing it in the face. Repeatedly. "Why?!" Stab. "Won't?!" Stab. "You?!" Stab. "Just?!" Stab. "Fücking?!" Stab. "Die?!"
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*Ultimately, the cultist is so injured it can't move. That can count as dead. As for the one fighting Mortar, well, he's still active*
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Hissing as I stood up, I did my best to stem the blood flowing from my arm as I walked over to a wall and sat down. "Damnit, this is exactly what I was afraid of..." I mumbled, severely pissed at Mortar and the others. Seriously, like they actually needed my help dealing with these guys.
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*Mion flies over to you* [b]Ah, crap. What happened, and what do i need to get?[/b]
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With a hiss, I began to take off my hoodie, so that Mion could get a better look at the cut. "The gun was about as effective - ah, shit - as a wet noodle, and the - motherfücker - and the knife wasn't much better. I stabbed the - gaaaah, God damnit - the fücker in the neck all the way and he still didn't die. Managed to do this before I could stop him." I said, now with my hoodie partially off and pointing to the cut.
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[b]Oh, that looks bad... I mean, I've seen worse, but... I dunno. Mortar usually uses that gun as a distraction, then stabs them violently. That could have been good info to have though [/b]
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"You see, THIS is why I wanted to hang back." I sighed, wincing. "Think you can do something about it? It'll be difficult, but if I die, I'm sure I can find a way to hate that bastard more."
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[b] You're not gonna die, it's just a cut arm.[/b] *Mion walks over to Crossbow's backpack and pushes it to you* [b]See if there's anything in there[/b]
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I dig around with my right arm, trying to find anything resembling a first aid kit. "You should know, I've never patched up a knife wound before, especially-" I paused, wincing, before continuing with more strain in my voice. "Especially one on myself."
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[b]Okay then, I'll coach you then...[/b] *You manage to find a needle and thread, and some gauze* [b] Alright, let's see, step one, clean the needle. That looks clean, right?[/b]
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"I'm not taking any chances. Usually that means to hold it over a clean flame for a bit. Got something for that?"
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[b]Nah, I do have alcohol though...[/b] *He nudges the side pocket*
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I dig around a bit, finding some clear alcohol. I sighed. "This is gonna suck..." I mumbled, taking my hoodie the rest of the way, bunching up a clean part up into something to bite on. Then, I poured a small amount over the wound, and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. Once I was done groaning into my hoodie, I poured some of the alcohol over the needle, before realizing that I would have some difficulty threading it. I motioned to Mion with the needle and thread to convey this.
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[b]oh, shit... Um, second step, insert the needle into the end of the wound[/b] *It wasn't like Mion could do anything other than talk to him, he was just a cat with wings, it would be hard to assist any other way.*
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I sighed, before spitting out the hoodie. "Just go get Crossbow."
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*Mion nods as he flies over to where Crossbow is. After a moment, the two return* [i]I should have stayed with you, I should have stayed here with you.[/i] *Crossbow mutters stuff under his breath as he stitches up your arm*
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I winced as the needle went in and out. "It's not your fault Mortar gave me a limp noodle of a gun and told me to go at it."
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 6/25/2016 9:11:30 PM[i]Well, to be fair, it's usually more powerful, just not against apparently resistant cultists. It's no one's fault[/i]
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"I beg to differ," I growled, glaring at Mortar as he finally finished off the cultist.
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*Mortar walks back to you* Well, what can I say? The gun is basically a Tranquilizer gun that has loads of stuff in it. Shoot it in the heart and the toxic coating will kill them. Did you do that? Or are you NOT a deadeye?
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I gave him a straight look. "Can I just ask how the utter [i]fück[/i] you even gathered enough to assume I'm something that I don't even know about? Never mind, I don't care, just-" I hissed as I stood, the movement jostling my arm before I held it still with the other. "Just get us out of here. "Oh, and before I forget," I said, walking over to where I had dropped the gun and knife. "Here's your shit, for the good it did me." I crouched down, picking up both weapons, before standing up and walking over to Mortar, handing them to him.
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Damn, can't you tell what sarcasm is? [b]Mortar takes the weapons, annoyance in his eyes.[/b] Well, point is they're dead, and I can bring you to the base. But that's it.
