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2/3/2016 11:14:14 PM
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"Fine then."
*He holds out a vial of clear liquid.*
"This is a cure-all. The only problem is, it may not be accepted by your bodies white blood cells, and boils your blood. Literally."
*He extends it to him.*
"It's yours if you want it."
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[b]he takes it and basically chugs the stupid thing[/b] "I was supposed to inject that wasn't I...."
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"It would have been better, and I would have had time to warn you before the hallucinations began." *He says as he backs out the, froth dripping from Johns mouth already. He looks at the Shephard standing guard next to him.* "Run." *He shuts the door quickly and plants himself in front of it.*
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[b]his eyes narrow, his bones crack and his blood boils, not enough to kill him, although extremely painful. He claws at himself with two claws simile to Shepards. He sees only red and claws at the living things in the room,/perceiving them as the monger that killed those closest to him. A half an hour later claw marks and ramblings litter the walls as he seems to calm down[/b]
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*Fenrir continues to stand guard.*
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"Hello... Vrael? Aze? Anyone?"
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[b]he busts through the door, scrambling across the desert sand, he looks up to vrael. And calms down[/b]
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[spoiler]Sorry. Busy yesterday.[/spoiler] *Vrael smirks.* "So you've made it. Be ready, that was just the first stage. I would be consuming liquids while you're still able to move. Lots of them...how much do you weigh?"
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"Uh... Like, niiiinety pounds?"
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"Oh. You poor, poor person..."
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"NOT COOL, VRA-" [b]he is cut off by a horrific scream, he turns to vrael with a feral look in his eye, like that of a caged tiger. He charges[/b]
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*Vrael kicks him in the chest, then picks him up in a bear hug.*
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[b]he claws and scratches at your arm[/b]
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*He continues to hold him.* "Poor thing, the diarrhea is going to be worst!"
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[b]he flips out of vraels arms and runs off into the desert, returning many hours later with multiple gunshot wounds and claw marks[/b] "Did I.... Win... Yet...."
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"I don't know. Have you voided your body weight thrice over?"
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[b]he lifts his shirt to reveal he has lost so much weight you can easily make out the fine details of his organs and bones. [/b]
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[b]he remains silent, but lifts his shirt to reveal a severely thin body. You can make out the fine details of the surface of his heart and see it beating, the same can be said of his other organs[/b]
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"I see." *He yells for some Shephards to bring food and water.* "Well, you're alive, so I'm going to take my leave. But first, why were you on Thabolia?"
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"Your not going without me..."
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[b]he chugs a liter bottle of water and a bites into a nearby running dune worm[/b] "I'm coming with you... And I was seeking vengeance."
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"What do you mean? Vengeance on whom?"
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"That demon worshipper dude. I've been tracking him for awhile... I know he's on thabolia and I'm not gonna let him escape this time... Either he kills me, or I kill him."
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"There is no one on Thabolia. When we left, nothing appeared on the life sensors of the ship. Also, I think I know of whom you speak, for I have heard rumors out on the edge of the Galaxy."
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"I'm gonna kill him..." [b]he weakly tries to get up[/b]
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"Yes, you'll kill him by intimidating him with your weak crawling..."
