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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/12/2016 11:35:34 PM
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"Tha's too bad, ain't it? Oh well. Someone'll put the lad outta 'is misery.."
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"Why would you want someone dead for something like that though! People have done worse that live here!" [b]It was then Celon had an idea.[/b] "I know what to do. I know what to do!" [b]He walks over to Remy.[/b] "I can help you..."
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[i]Jason just shrugged in response, continuing to walk away at a brisk seven kilometers per hour. Quite fast, basically. Remy's head only perked up, his eyes remaining shut since, well, he literally didn't have eyes anymore at this point - both of them had been torn out by Jason.[/i]
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[b]Celon picks him up, and takes him over to the infirmary. This was surprising, for the kid didn't even look like he could pick up a case of water, let alone a person. Well, most of a person.[/b]
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[i]Remy remained silent and completely still as the kid carried him over to the infirmary - not that he had much choice, with his missing tongue, arms, and kegs.. [/i]
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[b]They finally arrived at the infirmary, and Celon sat him down on one of the beds. Then, the doctors did their work trying to help him in any way.[/b]
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[i]After a while, Remy was laying down on an infirmary bed, his eyes covered by bandages, and the same went for the stumps where his arms and legs once were. Of course, Remy could.. speak again, hit currently he remained silent. [/i]
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[b]Celon finally found him again. It had been several hours.[/b] "Hi! The doctors said you can talk now!"
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Edited by Nox: 10/13/2016 2:19:05 AM[i]Remy gave only a nod, before speaking slowly, carefully picking his every word. It was weird to talk again after so many months. [/i] "Yeah.. I can."
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"What happened to you, though? That one guy said you deserved it... I didn't like him..."
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"What did he tell you, exactly?" [i]Came Remy's counter question, a lengthy, distraught sigh following. How did he get into this mess.. Just, how.. [/i]
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"I'm not allowed to say the things he said... They were bad things about a lady..." [b]Celon frowned.[/b]
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[i]Remy made a silent "oh", an expression of pure regret crossing his face, and staying. He remained silent as tears started to flow down his cheeks, like raindrops on a window, dripping off his chin. [/i]
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"What's wrong, mister?" [b]Celon had a look of sympathy on his face, as if he really did feel bad for him.[/b]
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"I did bad things.. and, well.. life caught up to me. It always does, after all.. Life always catches up to you.. Always.."
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"Oh... Okay..." [b]Celon seemed to get sad... AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT![/b]
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[i]Remy let out a very deep, tired sigh. It had been the longest time since he slept on a normal bed.. And, well.. He felt weak, empty.. He might just die if he were to go asleep - but it wouldn't matter. [/i]
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[spoiler]How medically advanced are they?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Really advanced. They can't exactly replace limbs or eyes, but they can make it where he could talk again.[/spoiler]
