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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/15/2016 7:10:31 PM
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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]
