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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/14/2016 8:52:55 PM
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Experiment 18-A // L.I.M.B Clinic // 5:32 PM // JT.
"Oh for fúck sakes, get back! In! The damn! Cage!" Shouted the cowboy in a series of shouts as he grabbed... Well it looked to be a hybrid of man and chimpanzee, by the neck and threw it with all his might across the open and wide room that was the third surgical room, as a grunt accompanied his words and a silent sob, when the figure fell limp after entering its cage with an accidentally snapped neck. JT had been working on experiments you see, ways to augment not just by blending man with machine but also by creating hybrids of man and animal. Chimpanzees were jumping all around the room as they sniffed the various gasses JT kept for rendering people unconscious, a few cyborgs were playing with the needles that carried anesthetics and even Lopez the Hawk was in there, a blunt in hand as he sits on the surgical bed to pass it around the room, but as usual he hogged that shit.
((Short post of boredom, open))
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[b]Damien, dressed in his olive green fur coat and baggy jeans padddd into the L.I.M.B. Clinic, metal crate over his shoulder. He looked around the chaos, avoiding monkey creatures as he went.[/b] [i]"Uhhh... I'm here for the Marshal if anyone normal is left around here..."[/i] [b]He dodged a swooping primate/man hybrid narrowly, frowning as he did so. He had a cigarette in his odd mouth, the bottom portion metal held in place by two clamps. He was as augmented as ever. And he wore strange cloth wrappings over his right arm... To hide something or another.[/b] [i]"I got a shipment..."[/i]
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"JT is in room A3, please proceed down the ha-" said a blue haired android of a woman, who was a relic of JT's homeland of Felghast unbeknownst to anybody but him, Jessica and a deceased friend. She was cut off mid sentence when the A.I turned and brought her arm up, delivering an uppercut to the priman that came at her.
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[i]"B'okay..."[/i] [b]Damien says awkwardly, avoiding yet another creature before speed walking down the hall until he found A3, walking in with an agape mouth that let his cigarette hit the ground.[/b] [i]"Uhh. Marshal... Is this a bad time?"[/i] [b]He asked, scanning the room and raising an eyebrow to the chaos... And especially the bird man smoking a blunt.[/b]
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"Where'd you find this gringo man, the Mumford & Sons concert?" Asked Lopez as JT picked up the last of the animals and slammed them into the cages, though Lopez was left alone and out as he was different than the rest of the animals. The ones outside were dealt with by security as JT folded his armoured arms and looked to Damien. "Sorry about that, had a little breakout issue. What's up?"
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[i]"Got your... Gear..."[/i] [b]Damien huffed, setting down the crate and cracking open the lid. Inside were tons of sheets of metal, a hat... And plenty of rail coils.[/b] [i]"So, I got rail coils of all sizes... A modified hat that is bladed with a thermal cutlass design, and some top quality vibranium plating mesh to fit right under your armor. Stops some heavy shots."[/i]
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"Holy shit..." Lopez said as a look of impressedness (New word!) crossed his beak and landed on his face, though JT was quick in giving him the boot from the place as hr couldn't be trusted around shit. JT: "Take a hike bird, go call Kovich and report to work." Lopez: "One, that's racist gringo. Two, fúck you, I wouldn't screw him with a te-" JT: "I meant because he's your boss you fücking idiot." Lopez: "...Touché." Without another word the sarcastic Mexican bird walked out of the room as the comic relief he provided stretched itself thin, and JT smiled in thanks to Damien just before looking down at the gear. "How much do I owe you?"
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[i]"Marshal, this is a favor... I punched you through some buildings... This is just repaying a dick punch. Besides, it's better if we don't mention it... I'm not made of favors y'know..."[/i] [b]Damien grins and digs through the crate once more as he pulls out one last strange device.[/b] [i]"And you didn't ask for it... But I thought you could use it..."[/i] [b]Damien holds out a small badge, shaped into a seven pronged star. It was gold with blue engravings. Written in it: "The Marshal, Jurisdiction Unending".[/b] [i]"I thought it was funny. It's sorta useless... Besides being adamantium... Can stop a bullet... Maybe you throw it fast enough it can break some stuff to... But, I figured it'd be a send off."[/i]
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JT's metal fingers grasped the badge as the synthetic skin of his thumb wiped away any sorts of dirt or smudging that would appear on the item, which in turn allowed the lights up above to shine down and reflect a very little amount if it back due to him soon pocketing the item. "Firstly, thank you. Secondly, this is badass as hell."
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[i]"Hey, no problem... Now you can say you got a badge the same day you had to contain monkey men while a bird man smoked a joint. Awfully crazy story... But after being in this place for a few weeks... I think anyone would believe it."[/i] [b]Damien grinned and rubbed his right eye which seemed out on sync with his other eye. He had it cut out long ago and had to build another one with organic materials... Unfortunately his body had been rejecting it recently and it was acting weird.[/b] [i]"Actually... I could use something in return... Neuropozyne canisters. I have plenty of injectors... But I don't have the medicine."[/i]
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"Got a crate of it somewhere, how many canisters do you need man?" JT scanned the room and eventually approached a small 3X3X5 foot metal crate, this one in specific marked N-CAN. The crate contained maybe twenty canisters of neuropozyne inside which, strangely, JT showed no apparent signs of needing. It was strange considering he was approximately sixty eight percent augmented, if not seventy five.
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[i]"About ten... Trouble with lungs lately."[/i] [b]Damien realized that his smoking wasn't helping, but he'd much rather get medicine then give up his addiction.[/b] [i]"And my head sensor never really did get accepted by my body... The augment life, amirite?"[/i] [b]He chuckles, wiping his forehead with his sleeve, before tapping three black circles over his right temple, signifying the emplaned sensor that kept his brain from popping.[/b]
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"You're tellin' me." JT set down the box and opened the very top up, before he set it down next to the box as it was on the surgical bed. He grabbed a set of ten silver canisters and loaded each one into a plastic bag that came from under the bed as he sold neuropozyne in this room as well to patients, before he passed it over to Damien.
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[i]"Thanks... I usually avoid medication, but herbal remedies and meditation only put off the inevitable."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and looked at the box, counting over the canisters in his head. Hopefully this would last him...[/b] [i]"You know the addiction rate? More specifically the addiction rate for someone who gets stuck on stuff easily?"[/i]
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"Six out of ten people get addicted, so i gotta limit how many I can give." JT's neuropozyne was some pretty potent stuff in that it kept away Aug rejection for twice as long compared to other stuff, so naturally he needed to ensure that nobody was going to get hooked.
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[i]"Eh... Nothing whiskey and cigs can't fix."[/i] [b]Damien grinned, assuming 6/10 was a good enough statistic...[/b] [i]"Thanks, partner... I'll go easy on the stuff. Just using it when it hurts or when my body aches... Sure enough signs."[/i]
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"Aight man, just try not to overdose, this is some pretty potent shit," said JT as he extended his right arm to Damien to hand over the bag. He hoped that Damien had the common knowledge to not go overboard though he had a feeling he was smart with it, but the addiction remark of earlier made him a bit wary.
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[i]"I'll do my best... Besides, if I go to far, you can just arrest me. Universal jurisdiction after all."[/i] [b]Damien winks at the Marshal, and takes the bag with his cloth wrapped hand and put it over his shoulder.[/b] [i]"Hope the equipment helps. Just remember to use the plating carefully. Don't apply it to the face."[/i] [b]Damien gave a final mock salute as he walked backwards out to the room, disappearing into the hallway.[/b]
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*knocks on the door to the lab* Is this anger management class?
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The cowboy glanced out of the window that remained there as the hologram of an empty room had been deactivated, seeing as nobody wanted to see surgery midway through it. He pointed to a valve just to the right of you on the door, which had the words "EMERGENCY SLEEPER VALVE" printed upon a silver plaque in a black handwritten font.
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Is that a no?
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"Ow!" [i]Seems like somebody fell. But it was entirely different from the other people in the room. It also had the sound of possible important equipment breaking.[/i]
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"Damn it!" Shouted the cowboy as he shifted his gaze to the figure and a scowl crossed his face.
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[i]The figure stood up, a light illuminating his features. He brushed himself off. He wore glasses, and had a blue, purple and black jacket with a white shirt underneath, but the jacket was zipped up so he couldn't see. He also had cargo pants which carried a hefty amount of ammo and was wearing runners. Some ODST armour was worn over the conventional clothing.[/i] "Well, crap... Teleported at the wrong location again..." [i]He looked around the room, noting the monkey-human hybrids and the lab equipment.[/i] "A gene mod clinic, huh?"
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"Augmentation clinic, these are just some... Side projects."
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"Oh, wait, really? So it's just the L.I.M.B clinic?"
