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Edited by Nibber Schipper:
7/7/2016 10:59:35 AM
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[u]Medicae | General Quarters[/u]
[i]It had been a few days since Lucas had tumbled off his mech -like the idiot he truly is - and that Ling had brought him to the Medicae.
The time he had spent in his medical bed thing had been extremely boring, the only thing he was allowed to do being sleeping, reading, or doing something that didn't require movement - he was practically bound to the bed. At least his brother had showed his face and visited him along with Ling, though Ling had probably been there for his sister, who was in the bed next to Lucas's.
Why he was bound to the bed? The fall had broken his left leg, arm, and a few ribs, so moving hurt a fücking lot.
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Lucas awoke with a groan, his hazel brown eyes reluctantly opening as he propped himself up on his right elbow, and took a look around, his mind preparing for another boring, uneventful day. Another day without coffee.. Oh, delicious coffee.. He definitely isn't addicted btw. Totally not. [/i]
"Wonder when I'll be released from here.. Because this is becoming hell.."
[i]He said to himself, forcing a chuckle from his throat. Then he rolled onto his back with a pained groan, and rested his yeah back against the pillow. [/i]
"This shit sucks.."
[i]He muttered with a deep and long sigh, his brown eyes slowly closing. Least he could do was try to force himself asleep - the best time consumer he had right now - while hoping that someone would barge into his room and make his day less boring. [/i]
[spoiler]Open to all! [/spoiler]
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"No. I don't mind other smokers though, I had to work with this one guy. He's called Creed, dude fücking chomps down cigars."
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 7/7/2016 10:46:47 AM"I don't dislike smokers per se.. Until they start blowing their smoke in my face then they can just do die in a hole. Not literally of course, but you know what I mean.. And who's Creed? Never heard of the guy."
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"Creed is well..Creed. Atleast that's the short version. He's a Commissar for the Imperium, basically the dude is so fücking sneaky and tactical he can sneak a Warhound Titan under your nose until it's too late. I wish I was exaggerating but Creed is just that good." "Creed smokes too much though."
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"So he's a sneaky deaky, lemme take a peeky? Impressive.. Warlord Titan is a gigantic mech or something, ain't it? Very impressive.."
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/7/2016 11:00:31 AM"No he's more like, hide shit in plain sight then eviscerate everything that isn't him. Warhound Titans are mechs by the way." He looked over at Chloanne, who may or may not be Satan incarnate.
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"I would not like to be on his bad side.. Too bad that I probably already am considering that I'm a serious Heretic. And he's Imperium property.. And I would love to get in one of those things.."
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"I'm more of a heretic than you. Which is pretty fücking bad..."
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"And since you're even an Inquisitor.. Yeah, it's really fücking bad. At least we're screwed together when we get off this ship! Wait, you had a plan.. Guess I'm screwed on my own!"
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"The plan has a extremely slim chance of working. So we're most likely fücked. Well atleast I have my will written.."
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 7/7/2016 11:19:28 AM"I need a will.. Probably.. But I dunno who I should leave what to, you know? Like, I got you because you're my friend and all that, then I have my brother who's, well, my brother, and then I have my dearest Miri.. And you at least have a plan! I'm just kinda like.. 'Well, shit. Guess I'm fücked'."
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"Yeah, I'm just hoping once we find a way off this ship that Macha and I can get the fück away as fast as possible. Preferably before the children are born."
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"Any ideas as to where you'll go to? Because as far as I know, the Imperium spans over several galaxies. And then you have the Eldar, the Chaos.."
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"Actually..it's just the Milky Way Galaxy. No one knows what's outside of this galaxy. As to where we'll go..I don't know."
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"Sol System.. Right. Thought you guys had expanded more but I'm new as hell so what do I know.. But uh, wish you luck. I'll probably just surrender as soon as I'm off this ship because I have no hope if the Imperium - who have me on every single kill list - controls this entire galaxy."
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"Yeah..Though we have no contact with Terra right now. So you're fine for the time being."
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"Have as much fun in a Deamon infested death ship with a chance of dying that's rather high only to survive and get murdered by an edgy military organisation.." [i]He didn't even notice himself being a pessimistic asshole. [/i]
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"You know I just realized something. I have no clue how Eldar biology works, for all we know I just got really fücking lucky. Then again she was a....you know. Also stop being a pessimistic shitlord. You're worse than Chloanne now."
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"Man, listen. I have no clue how like ninety-nine percent of all lifeforms' anatomy in this place. Humans. And what was Macha..? S-Sorry.. I didn't realize it.. Again, sorry.."
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"She was some Eldar Demigod thing..I don't know exactly. (Don't take that too seriously, that's just what Lings saying) and it's fine, just try not to be one again."
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"An Eldar demigod thing? Well, shit, lemme add her to the list of things not to piss off.. That's a long list.. And I'll do my absolute best, just slap me or something if I get edgy again."
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"She should have already been on the list. Sometimes when I speak to her I'm afraid of getting bitchslapped." Chloanne moaned a bit in her sleep as she shuffled around on her bed. "[i]Let's try not to wake up her...[/i]" He whispered.
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"Yeah, well, I didn't know enough about her to add her, so now she's on on it.." [i]He whispered in response, his eyes darting over to Chloanne before going back to Ling. He takes a small sip of his now pretty cold coffee in the process. [/i] "Oh shit.. I completely forgot about this.. At least it's still warm enough.." [i]He muttered to himself before chugging the rest of his coffee down. [/i]
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"[i]I seriously want to bring this into another room.[/i]" Chloanne is the spawn of Satan confirmed. "[i]Do you think we can get a wheelchair or some shit?[/i]"
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"Hold your horses.." [i]He whispered as he set the cup down on the bed like some fücking idiot, and shifted around with a couple groans until his legs were dangling off the edge. Then, as he bit his lower lip to keep himself silent, he pushed himself off the bed, placing himself on his feet with another groan. [/i] "I'm not crippled yet you bastard.."
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Ling was kind of cringing on how painful that was. "You sure you can walk yet? I mean your leg is still in a fücking cast." He walked over to help him stay standing. "I mean like, that is pretty crazy to just do that."
