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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by JayTea:
4/1/2017 3:17:49 PM
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[i]The white-walled clinic's interior shined a light down the path, the purple of the exterior signs fading to white as the doors slid open for Falk. At the front desk a small ways away stood a woman who was typing away at the computer in front of her, with the curly brown hair on her head hiding her face somewhat. She looked to be in her late thirties, and wore an all-white outfit with black seams.
"Hello, welcome to the L.I.M.B Clinic, what can I do for you?" [/i]
[spoiler]You ever play Deus Ex: Human Revolution? The clinic is the exact same layout as the Detroit location. [/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/1/2017 3:20:08 PM[spoiler]i haven't. But don't worry your description is fine [/spoiler] "Need a new leg!" Falk said with a ring of excitement. "Are you doing the operation or...?"
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[i]"I see, I see. Well our main surgeon is currently out, would you like to come in later or will our secondary surgeon work?" [/i]
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"Is...the secondary surgeon still...you know...adequate?" He asked. He didn't want someone who was cutting of his leg to botch the job.
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[i]"Oh of course! Most people request JT, though Dr. Mendeza does a job just as good as JT."[/i]
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"Well. I'd rather JT do it with all honesty. Considering I've known the guy for years. How long will it take to wait for him?" He asked.
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[i]"Anywhere from twenty to forty minutes."[/i]
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"Alright. I'll wait for him then. Is there like uh....waiting room? Or something?"
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[i]"Yeah, to the right of the entrance."[/i]
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"Alright. Awesome. Thanks for the help." He thanked. He walked over to the waiting room and sat down in the All too quiet clinic.
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[i]Falk would see JT walk in around half an hour later, before heading into the back of the clinic. [/i]
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"Whoa! Hold up! JT!" Falk let out as he tried to get his old friends attention. That being said, he hadn't talked to him in over a year. They're paths diverged some time ago.
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[i]JT stopped, turned and looked to Falk. "Yeah?"[/i]
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"How's it...going? It's been a while." Falk was caught off guard by the casual response. He expected a greeting of some sorts. Like a "oh Hai Falk!" Well, maybe not all like that. But then again, this was JT. So he probably should not have embellished what the reunion would've been like.
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[i]"Have we met?"[/i]
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"....uh. Ya. Like, two years ago. Do you really not recognize me? It's pants. Ya know? The salesman?"
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[i]"Oh! What's good man?"[/i]
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"Oh! You know! This and that!" Falk replied in relief. "Anyways! I uh, need some work done." Falk tapped his left leg with his cane.
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[i]"The hell'd you do Pants?"[/i]
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"Well. Another apocalyptic event happened. So I uh...had to kind of do some suicide mission stuff... Long story short I dropped a building on myself."
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[i]"...Pants I'd call you a f*cking dumbass but I just absorbed a twenty five foot tall metal being, so I'll just ask this: Any specifics on the leg?"[/i]
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"Well. I've done some research so I'm thinking we can cut my left leg off from the lower lower thigh and get some nanites to replace blood, add some robotics for the inner leg with carbon fibre for the outer, and thin bungee chords as the muscles and tendons. Also it'd be great if you made it look as much like my other leg as possible!" Falk finished.
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[i]"That would imply shock gel and three sixteenths rubber, cool?"[/i]
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"Yup. Let's get it done doc."
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[i]"Meet me in room three, leave your clothes in the corner. I'll grab my anaesthetics expert."[/i]
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"Got it." Falk said. He stripped down then went into the room JT had pointed him too.
