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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Feb 11, 2013 0:51:26 GMT -5
==> LOLA: STARE IN SHOCK [/blockquote] It all happened so fast. You were busy messing with trying to expand the trailer when you catch the image of Wong falling in the corner of your screen and then...holy shit. You stop what you're doing and just stare at the screen as the blood begins to pour onto the bed on the trailer. Your eyes go so wide you could have sworn they would have popped out of your head if you opened them any further, and your hands hover shakily over your keyboard.
She...cut his hand off. His hand is gone. Scratch that. It's now one with the sprite apparently. Jesus Christ...this wasn't supposed to happen. God, some client player you are. You should have used some of the armor to open up that damn machine for him.
You shake your head. No time for that. This isn't about you right now, is it? It's about the boy bleeding out on the bed of the trailer. You desperately hit up his pesterchum.
[/justify][/blockquote] KN: WONG! KN: Jesus Christ, Wong! KN: Are you okay?! KN: Damn it, of course you're not okay. You lost a fucking hand. KN: Urg this is not okay. So not okay. KN: The meteors are not going to come any slower just because you got injuried. KN: Fuck. KN: Sissy are you there?! Patch Wong up then answer me! You'll have to help him get into the medium now! KN: I'm going to see if I can find a first aid kit or something. ==> [/blockquote] It'll at least be more useful than you just sitting there staring at him like an idiot. You immediately zoom into the truck, looking around the seats and glove compartments. God, you really hope he's okay.
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Feb 11, 2013 1:20:24 GMT -5
==>Wong: Panic.
You would, but the pain is.
Amazing.
You glance down and nearly lose whatever's left in your stomach. Good thing you already voided the contents beforehand while wandering around the automobile graveyard.
You clench your teeth. The pain is-
Fffffffff
Pretty bad.
Lola's probably trying to contact you. Your sis is - your sis is looking at you, ashen-faced and you think she might have shouted something. Your name, maybe? You think you might have blacked out there for a second. Not that you can afford to laze around what with a missing hand.
You want to cry. But for some reason you can't, right now.
Maybe this is what shock feels like. Everything is slow and removed.
You took some first aid courses, what was the word. Some sort of food product. Right, rice. RICE: Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate.
Your remaining hand flexes spasmodically as you take what's left of your shirt and try tying it around the stump. It slips off, because... it's wet. Wet and you can't... you can't actually tie a knot with one hand...
Haha. You can't tie - Haha.
Okay, no, bad Wong. No time for crazy laughter you are probably going into shock you need to make sure your sis is okay because you can't really help yourself anymore.
She's okay, right?
[/font][/justify][/blockquote] WONG: Sis, I'm... I'm... WONG: Nghhh WONG: f-fine. Can... can you help me... tie... this... tighter?
Lies.
You aren't fine. And.
The flashing yellow ball has become a hand. Your hand. You suppose that would have been you if your sis hadn't...
What's it doing? It seems to be going nuts.
WONG: I need - ngh - to... talk to... Lola. WONG: Can you also get my phone?
You are probably going to pass out soon.
[/justify] ==>Wong: Faint. H-heck no.
The world is ending and you-
-have a job to do.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Feb 11, 2013 1:41:32 GMT -5
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Quickly you sprawl to your brother.
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A simple whisper as your eyes water up and your brows come together. Quickly talk the stripe of shirt he tried to tie and do it yourself, creating enough strain to stop whatever bleed you could.
Of course now you take off your own shirt, the revealing of a simple bra and on your back the justifications of why you got this far in life, a pair of angle wings, your guardian angel. But now it seems like they were not with you now. You rip the shirt and wrap even more, feeling your body convulse.
How could you allow this to happen a second time?
You stop for a moment and look at Wong. Your chest heaving and your eyes widen up, he passed out.
[/font] JENY: NO, WONG! JENY: I NEED YOU TO STAY WITH ME! JENY: DAMN IT.
==> SIS: No use, continue with his mission.
You look down at the device he used to communicate with Lola. You wipe your hands on your shorts and pick up the device and slowly start to type out.
[/font] AC: This is his sister. AC: What do I need to do?
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You have no idea what to do. You look at everything around and down to Wong were you then completed bandaging up his wound and keeping it elevated. With his head in your lap you swoop down and rest your forehead on top of his, feeling your eyes sting.
Large tears start to stream out. This wasn’t the right time damn it.
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Post by LOLA SAVILL on Feb 11, 2013 2:06:26 GMT -5
==> LOLA: GET FIRST AID KIT [/blockquote] You manage to find some dollar store first aid kit under the front seat. Needless to say you had to tear up the seats a bit to find it. It didn't even cross your mind where the driver was. You got what you came for.
You zoom back out just in time to see "Sissy" typing a response to you.
[/justify][/blockquote] KN: Okay. You'll need to get the cruxite dowel from the machine that just spit out the kernalsprite. KN: Then take it over to the third machine in. I'll have it all set up for you. All you need to do is place the dowel in the machine and start it up. KN: I don't want to push you but we're under a time limit. See that timer on the cruxiter? KN: If we don't get this done by the time that runs out, you both are dead. KN: Also, I got you this. I don't know if any of it will help, but it's all I could find. ==> [/blockquote] You place the first aid kit beside the two and immediately scroll away from them to set up the Totem Lathe for pre-punched card use. You don't consider yourself to be a very emotional girl, but just looking at the two right now is making you feel something you haven't felt since that moment in your childhood where you realized you'd never be able to meet the great Darwin in person; heartbreak.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Feb 11, 2013 2:30:44 GMT -5
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You expressionlessly look at the first aid kit, you’ll have to use that later. You follow the advice to first place armor into that ball of doom, another flash and the hand turned into yellow armor; yipee. Next, you look up at the yellow dowel. You gently settle Wong’s head on the floor and stand up, swiftly moving to the item and retrieving. Before moving you do look at the time and there isn’t much, four minutes. You take a deep breath and move to the next machine, the third one and place it on there.
Your ears perk up, Wong has awoken.
[/font] ==> SIS: Alchemize
And that’s what you do. Even though you have no idea, but something zaps out. You slowly walk up to it and pick up the item. You tilt your head and narrow your eyes; it was a simple, golden target. There had to be some kind of meaning to this right?
[/font] AC: So… AC: What do I do now?
==> SIS: Look at the time
After asking, you look back at the machine that popped out your misery. Two minutes remand, it took two dang minutes for the machine to make a damn target.
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Feb 11, 2013 2:41:30 GMT -5
==>Wong: Wake up. You are in a golden city again. Alabaster creatures walk about you in amusing formal wear.
They seem familiar so you smile and wave. Some return the smile tentatively. Others gasp. One of them, taller and more regal than the rest, solemnly points upwards.
You see clouds.
...
Suddenly you understand everything.
[/font][/justify][/blockquote] ==>Wong: Wake up. Pain greets you this time.
Pain and your sister's back. She's already alchemizing the entry object.
You crane your head, already knowing what to expect. There is a timer there on the cruxtruder and it reads 00:01:29. Less than a minute and a half left.
Not as much time as you'd like, but exactly as much as you need. It is exasperatingly precise and for once you do not feel like every effort you make is futile. The pall of doom has lifted, no matter how temporarily.
WONG: Sis, please tell Lola to take a suit of armor and - ngh! - prototype it... oh, you already took care of that! Good. WONG: We will need its help.
While you talk and notice Armorsprite's existence (it is trying to sign to you the impending meteor strike, you give it a brief nod) you reach out and grab the first aid kit. Your sis' makeshift tourniquet is effective, but hidden in there is the real reason you ran out of painkillers on a two day road trip: you forgot you put most of the doctor's prescription in there. You open the bottle and dry swallow two pills.
Not much help for now, but the effect will kick in soon enough. You can always alchemize more.
Not that you know what alchemy is, but you are so certain it exists that you don't question your instincts.
WONG: I'm going to need your help. WONG: A target, like from a shooting range, is going to appear. WONG: ngh WONG: I'll need you to help me aim for the. WONG: ugh WONG: -center.
You are probably going to pass out soon. But not before you get into the medium.
After that, you can rest.
When the target pops up, you gesture to your still intact hand. All this will take is a gentle push and you will be in.
[/justify] ==>Wong: Grit your teeth. Damn straight.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Feb 12, 2013 17:21:39 GMT -5
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Your eyes widen up and you open your mouth to protest. No, this was too important; you look at the item in your hand, a target, one shaped like a human. He needs your help, he doesn’t even know how to shot and he doesn’t even have the proper weapon to do this either. You walk up to a wall and set the target down then walk over to your brother, your own weapon out.
You swoop down gently lift him up in a sitting position, letting his body rest on yours. You place your arms around his chest, bringing his stump of an arm to rest underneath the gun but keeping much of the weight onto your own hand. With his hand, you bring it to the trigger and rest it lightly there. Bringing the shoulder of the gun to rest in the right place on his shoulder.
[/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] JENY: To shoot JENY: You need to take a deep breath in JENY: When we shoot, release your breath. JENY: ( ・ω・)
==> TOGETHER: Shoot
Of course, you let him look through scope to get a better aim, you’re just a few inches off, but you rest your head next to his, bringing both of your fingers to curl around the trigger. You take your breath in and force both his and your fingers to bring the trigger in and at that moment you let your breath go. Feeling the tremor of the gun go and the loud noise of the gun ricochet, you watch the target shatter.
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