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2/24/2016 12:23:11 PM
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[b]Scarlett is leaning against a wall in the shadows, watching him [/b]
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[b]a familiar guy walks toward the mess hall, slowly and painfully as if he was about to starve. He comes up from behind a human mechanic and collapses into the ground. He notices you, you seem... Familiar[/b]
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[b]She turns her head towards him[/b] "yea.... I kinda recognize you too...., what's your name?" [spoiler]this is FN scar btw, so she knows him [/spoiler]
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"M-my name is Wheatley... W-where you from the fireteam, you know, from the Avalon?" [b]he tries to get up, collapsing again. The mechanic nudges him with his foot and eventually tries to kick him away from where he's sitting[/b]
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[b]She pulls her pistol and aims it at the mechanic [/b] "stop. kicking. him."
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"That, ma'am, is a wisp. Wisp skins are worth more than my life on the market, and they are nothing but cannibalistic monsters, why are you so attached to this one?"
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"he's my friends and your life isn't worth shit if I shoot a hole in your face"
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"Jesus Christ lady, calm down. Take em then, don't be callin for someone when he's trying to eat you." [b]he sits back down and Wheatley feebly gets back up.[/b]
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"now get the -blam!- away from us" [b]She turns to wheatley[/b] "are you ok?"
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"I'm fine... Starving through..." [b]the mechanic turns around[/b] [i]"go on, don't leave this woman in the dark, tell her the monster you are, I was amongst the hunters that destroyed you little abominations[/i]" [b]wheatley sighs and a single bloody tear runs down his face [/b]
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"oh you piece of shit" [b]She quickly pulls a second gun and shoots at the mechanic[/b]
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/24/2016 1:40:58 PM[b]the bullet passes him just barely. [/b] "[i]DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT? LISTEN TO HIM!"[/i] "Wisps need to consume human flesh at least once a week to survive, that's why we we're hunted with such prejudice." [i]"and I have no shame in telling you how many of you little monsters I sent screaming back to hell[/i]"
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"you say one more thing and you're dead, also I know he won't eat me"
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[b]Wheatley remains silent, looking around the room as security drags him off. He loses his will to be free and just sorta gives up[/b] "[i]I know what they do, lady, I know how they work. On the last day of their 7 day food cycle their instinct takes their mind from them, they don't think, and person nearby is just as much a piece of food as a piece of meat would be to us, and I can tell he's on the rear end of his last day of conscience, gonna need to feed'em, which I wouldn't recommend, or kill em, skin em, and cook em. They taste godly and their skins are worth more than some people's homes.[/i]"
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"Well I'm sure you taste really good" [b]She shoots at both of his kneecaps[/b]
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"[i]YOU AIN'T GONNA FEED ME TO EM, THEY'VE LIKELY ALREADY KILLED EM.[/i]"
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"oh you're gonna be eaten, and it's gonna be a lot of fun"
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[b]his eyes widen in fear for his life[/b] "Lady, please... I got a kid I need to raise and a wife that needs healing... Please let me go, or I'll have to fight my way out..." [b]wheatley's distant screams can be heard [/b]
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"-blam!-in hell" [b]She shoots him in his stomach and turns in the direction of the screaming[/b]
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[b]the screams go silent, Wheatley walks out of the medbay, blood flowing from his now missing eyes over his now stitched shut mouth.[/b]
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"WHAT THE -blam!-!?? WHAT HAPPENED!????"
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[b]he shrugs, he cannot speak, obviously[/b]
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"did you.... do that to yourself?....."
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[b]he motions to the medics[/b]
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"why the -blam!- did you do that?" [b]She aks as she walks up to the medics[/b]
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"Protocol 364; All beings identifying as wisps are to have any culinary input sewn shut as to honor those who died to their cannibalistic nature, as well as to starve them into their own graves."
