“But they didn’t. You’re alive. You withstood them. Let this pain make you stronger, not break you.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"I know. I am here for another reason. I require my prototype weapon, and I was informed that the medical sector is still holding it. Unfortunately I wasn't told why"
"Well if there holding it, I have no control over it." She said and stood up, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.
Doctor… Archon’s raspy voice reaches her ears. Thomas is slipping into insanity. He needs assistance. There was an emergency last night- Nu7 task force arrived and almost eradicated me and forced my containment.
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Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.
Doctor… Archon’s raspy voice reaches her ears. Thomas is slipping into insanity. He needs assistance. There was an emergency last night- Nu7 task force arrived and almost eradicated me and forced my containment.
Her eyes widen before she taps her fingers on her good hand on the table, thinking. "What happened to him?" She asked, her words soft. She stood up and hooked her prosthetic back up to her missing stub and covered it up.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I know. I am here for another reason. I require my prototype weapon, and I was informed that the medical sector is still holding it. Unfortunately I wasn't told why"
"Well if there holding it, I have no control over it." She said and stood up, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Well, I was directed to you by the commander for that specific purpose. Only you have access to the chamber its held in"
"I'm sorry but I cannot give your permission to have until it has been cleared for you." She said and smiled emotionlessly at him, almost in a mocking way.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I know. I am here for another reason. I require my prototype weapon, and I was informed that the medical sector is still holding it. Unfortunately I wasn't told why"
"Well if there holding it, I have no control over it." She said and stood up, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Well, I was directed to you by the commander for that specific purpose. Only you have access to the chamber its held in"
"I'm sorry but I cannot give your permission to have until it has been cleared for you." She said and smiled emotionlessly at him, almost in a mocking way.
"It already has" he says, holding up a stack of papers
"Hm." She said and narrowed her eyes taking them, her eyes shifted over the writing before looking back up at him "Hope your ok with side effects."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.
Doctor… Archon’s raspy voice reaches her ears. Thomas is slipping into insanity. He needs assistance. There was an emergency last night- Nu7 task force arrived and almost eradicated me and forced my containment.
Her eyes widen before she taps her fingers on her good hand on the table, thinking. "What happened to him?" She asked, her words soft. She stood up and hooked her prosthetic back up to her missing stub and covered it up.
He is suffering the symptoms of the disease Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have been attempting to keep him sane, though I am not the most.. qualified for such things.
There were several casualties last night. Sam attacked Thomas- I attempted to intervene and Thomas attacked me as well. I sedated him, though I believe that encounter was his breaking point. Then the task force arrived- they tried to kill both Sam and I so I did what I could and defended myself. Five deaths. A small number compared to most Ketter outbreaks. Perhaps I can be still classified as Eulicid.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
'I have heard there are ways of escape. Not ones I can use, but you may be able to'
“You left containment at some point, Cato. How?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It chuffs a laugh. “And what did you do in that time? I assume this will be a good story.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Anasta sat in the medical sector of the Site-72 building, repairing stitches on her missing arm. The prosthetic sat beside her on a medical bed as if it were the patient. She bit the string and pulled it so the skin around her arm shut again, she winced a bit at the pain that came along with it.
Doctor… Archon’s raspy voice reaches her ears. Thomas is slipping into insanity. He needs assistance. There was an emergency last night- Nu7 task force arrived and almost eradicated me and forced my containment.
Her eyes widen before she taps her fingers on her good hand on the table, thinking. "What happened to him?" She asked, her words soft. She stood up and hooked her prosthetic back up to her missing stub and covered it up.
He is suffering the symptoms of the disease Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have been attempting to keep him sane, though I am not the most.. qualified for such things.
There were several casualties last night. Sam attacked Thomas- I attempted to intervene and Thomas attacked me as well. I sedated him, though I believe that encounter was his breaking point. Then the task force arrived- they tried to kill both Sam and I so I did what I could and defended myself. Five deaths. A small number compared to most Ketter outbreaks. Perhaps I can be still classified as Eulicid.
"Where are you being held now." She said and walked out of the Medical sector. She tucked her hair behind her ear, an unconscious move of her stress.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“But they didn’t. You’re alive. You withstood them. Let this pain make you stronger, not break you.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
'Interesting. And what is the catch if I side with you? What do I have to do to serve you?'
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"Well if there holding it, I have no control over it." She said and stood up, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Doctor… Archon’s raspy voice reaches her ears. Thomas is slipping into insanity. He needs assistance. There was an emergency last night- Nu7 task force arrived and almost eradicated me and forced my containment.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Her eyes widen before she taps her fingers on her good hand on the table, thinking. "What happened to him?" She asked, her words soft. She stood up and hooked her prosthetic back up to her missing stub and covered it up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Pave the way? How about something less cryptic. Do you want blood sacrifices, a mouthpiece to speak your demands, what do you need for your goal?'
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"I'm sorry but I cannot give your permission to have until it has been cleared for you." She said and smiled emotionlessly at him, almost in a mocking way.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'I have heard there are ways of escape. Not ones I can use, but you may be able to'
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"Hm." She said and narrowed her eyes taking them, her eyes shifted over the writing before looking back up at him "Hope your ok with side effects."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He is suffering the symptoms of the disease Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have been attempting to keep him sane, though I am not the most.. qualified for such things.
There were several casualties last night. Sam attacked Thomas- I attempted to intervene and Thomas attacked me as well. I sedated him, though I believe that encounter was his breaking point. Then the task force arrived- they tried to kill both Sam and I so I did what I could and defended myself. Five deaths. A small number compared to most Ketter outbreaks. Perhaps I can be still classified as Eulicid.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“You left containment at some point, Cato. How?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
'Another prisoner let me out. One who could walk though walls, and take me with him.'
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It chuffs a laugh. “And what did you do in that time? I assume this will be a good story.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Where are you being held now." She said and walked out of the Medical sector. She tucked her hair behind her ear, an unconscious move of her stress.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]