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1/8/2016 5:42:57 PM
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[i] She disappears for a couple of minutes and comes back pushing a recliner from the lounge. She picks up the wisp puts him in the recliner and wheels him back round the lounge where there is a bar ind towel ,water anything that might be handy to help him heal.[/i]
" Look kid I'm too stubborn die ,so don't worry, we will wait here until your able to move or someone finds us., can i dress those wounds? I don't know how you guys heal?"
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"It heals rather quickly, or atleast it should, but seriously, I need to get back into that wreckage. I need to find my people.. Atleast a corpse..."
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" I will help you get deeper into the wreckage once your bones have knitted but not before ,ok"
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"I.... I need to... [b]he blacks out, obviously going into shock in the process[/b]
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[i] She digs out several blankets and takes the opportunity to stitch up and straighten any broken bones. Wrapping him in whatever blankets she can find,she find some sugar ,and makes a sugar water and brandy concoction, then decides to make two, she manages to force one down hid throat, then she waits ,drinking her own, pulling a face in the process.[/i] " yuk too sweet,"
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[b]he wakes up some time later, letting out the most gut wrenching and memory haunting screams. You know, those desperate last ditch attempts at salvation people let out, just before death? He looks down frantically. Expecting to find a knife or bullet in his gut or possibly head but finds nothing? Curiously, he feels.. Healed.[/b]
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[i] Deux has been dozing slightly,when she is jerked awake by his screaming. She's seen these kind of nightmares many times and knows it will be a few minutes untill he is re orientated. [/i] " How you feeling kid?" [i] She lights up a cigarette[/i]
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[b]he hops out of the chair, a look of fear and loss in his eyes. He pulls a switchblade, he has completely gone mental, or atleast has horrible amnesia.[/b] "NO! GOD WHO ARE YOU?! WHO AM I?! WHERES WILLOW?!"
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[b]he is breathing heavily and quickly, frantically looking around the room for something, anything at all. He tries to pull a gun, but realizes it's far too late to do anything now. [/b] "W-why am I all... Healthy now? What did you do?! Is this some sort of horrible slave abduction cult?! [b]he appears to have horrible amnesia[/b]
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" Kid I am gonna say this once , so listen, The Avalon has fallen out of space we are stranded, I found you fixed you up, when you spoke earlier , you said everyone was already dead. Now we need to get moving before scavangers start picking over this place and we get sold into slavery,"
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[b]it takes him a moment to remember everything[/b] "I'm ready, let's go." [b]he morphs into a massive spider with incredible speed, launching her onto its torso and jumps out of the room [/b]
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" ok this is new, we need to get out of this wreck then find the high ground"
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[b]the spider quickly hops around, leaving the rubble and eventually ending up on a large sand dune as he slowly shifts back to Lucas[/b] "Heh....I allowed a demon to live in my soul, now he just kinda does that kinda stuff... Right aze? [b]a single arm quickly fades to black and high fives the other one [/b] "I also got some tacos for selling someone's soul to them..."
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" if i didn't know that its impossible i'd have said that was Garuud. but it can't be.Anyway, high ground."
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"I named him azazel..." [b]azazel takes control of Lucas's body[/b] "Heyoooo"
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" actually this reminds me of home I work with demons, and hunt them too, but only if they hurt people first."
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A: "nah... We cool" [b]he shifts back into Lucas.[/b] "Hehehe.. He's cool. What now?"
