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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/28/2017 1:25:48 PM
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It did, slowly collected in his hands as men and women in various armours passed by him. Pilots, grunts, Spectres, Alliance N7 operatives... He saw a base spanning across several buildings, with people milling about
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Poison brushed the snow off his hands and searched around with his eyes, looking for Marker or any hint of a right direction...
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He saw Marker, who was coming towards the landing pad where Poison stood
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Poison casually waited for him to come...
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"Well? Don't just stand around, get a move on." Marker said, walking past Poison towards a smaller building behind the landing pads
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"good to see you too, Marker!" Poison chuckled as he followed him towards the building....
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"Sorry for the delay in everything, we had to induct somebody into the Militia officially." Marker stated as he walked through the main door of the building
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Edited by medic: 6/28/2017 2:13:34 PM"ahhh... Okay! Who was that?" Poison asked, also stepping through the doors... [spoiler]Man! Get those excuses outta here![/spoiler]
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"His name is Cylus." Marker said as he led Poison towards an office like.room [spoiler]-.-[/spoiler]
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Edited by medic: 6/28/2017 3:09:07 PM"ahh, I'd be lying if I said I knew him..." Poison stated as he continued following Marker... [spoiler]lol[/spoiler]
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"Anyways, here please take a seat." Marker said, motioning to a chair
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"Will do..." Poison happily took the seat, after all, he hadn't sat down at all that entire day....
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"The doctor will be in, in just a moment." Marker said, glancing around the room
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"oh, doctor?" Poison asked... "Sorry, can't do that... I've been eating an apple every morning..." Poison exclaimed, laughing at his own joke...
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"Haha. Hilarious." Marker said sarcastically, shaking his head in dismissal
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"Thanks! I thought so too, haha..."
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Soon after, a man entered the room in a suit and tie. His hair was shoulder length and blonde, his eyes a light blueish colour. His face was fair, and he had a scruffy beard that was poorly shaved. "So. You're Poison, correct?"
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"I would say, 'Always have been!' but thats... Uhhh, not the case, but yeah! Currently, yessir I am..." Poison stated matter-of-factly...
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"Good. Can you tell me something about yourself, Poison?"
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Poison glanced at Marker before saying, "Well, ermmm... I fought under the fourth fleet when I got shot in battle... after that, I got dragged off and healed. Since then, I've been living the lives of many.." Poison took a breath, and then asked, "Is that the type of info you needed?"
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"Yes." The doctor said, simply. "What can you tell me about your experiences as a Rifleman?"
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"I, well, I didn't have many experiences... I only fought in one battle, which was the one where I got shot in the Chest..."
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"Well tell me about it. How was the battle? Chaotic?"
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Poison face grew grim as he was forced to delve deep into his memories, "Chaotic? That's the wrong word for it, it was a slaughter house... I was the last of my group, huddled in a train car..." Poisons voice took a darker tone, "One of our own pilots saw my outline in the window, he didn't hesitate, he fired off 2 bullets in my direction.... one of them hit my chest.." Poison took a deep breath, and then continued, "A field medic was running through the train, saw me, but just shook his head when he saw my condition in its whole..." He took a quick breath and then finished, "and then someone else came, injected me with something, and started dragging me off but at that point I was out cold..."
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"Do you blame the pilot for what he did?" The doctor asked, eyeing Poison
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"Not in the slightest, I would've shot 3 bullets in his position... you couldn't tell who was who in that battle, I was the idiot who decided a train car was the best plan of retreat.." Poison said this while shaking his head in dismissal...
