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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:37 pm
Dante stifled grunts of pain as the medic checked out his wound. "I'm hoping to be able to keep it, but if it needs to be removed, so be it. As long as I can keep doing what I do." He said looking down at the leg. He was curious as to what his options for replacing it where. Possibly something mechanical, with emphasis on stealth rather than strength.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:05 pm
With another nod Claira started to nibble on her bottom lip a little as she hesitated to think. "Hnn... I would have to say that for you to have achieved the rank and title that you're at, that you're a valuable member to the Brotherhood here so... Keeping a good soldier from the field to long could be big problem.". With a small groan, she crossed her arms and stared off at nothing in particular, "It really is up to you, but to keep the leg you might be here for quite some time."
"Sir, can I...eh, Do you mind if I ask about how this happened?", She nearly whispered, trying not to be to intrusive, but this was a rather unique wound. Now finally pulling her view off her Squad Leader's leg to meet his eyes, she started to wonder how deep she'd already gotten in over her head with this whole Brotherhood of Steel thing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 8:02 pm
Dante thought about her question, and what she had said. He pondered what he wanted to do, what he really needed to do. "We will get back to the leg in a second. I was shot by one of our own in a vertibird." Dante said, still slightly annoyed at how dumb it had been. "It was an accident, but it still irritates me a bit." He said. Dante's method would have saved that young raider. That was something he would regret not being able to do.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 8:15 pm
As soon as he'd finished unloading the Vertibird from their raid on the RobCo. Factory, Bren rushed to the Medical Center. It's been a while since the actual incident. Hopefully he'll be conscious...he thought as he reached the entrance. Pausing for a second, he quietly pushed open the door and entered.
The building was eerily empty, except for a person he did not recognize speaking to someone he presumed to be Dante. He approached slowly, his leather armor not making a sound. Thanks to his small frame, moving stealthily was easy for him, and he reached the area soon enough. "Erm, hello? Dante? It's...Bren.", he said hesitantly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 8:30 pm
"That's unfortunate... Vertibirds are those big, loud flying aircrafts, yeah? I mean I've only seen one before, but I sure as hell couldn't imagine how much that must have hurt.". Glancing over the wound again and taking a moment to realign the bandaging, Claira was sure now that she would need help with this from someone more qualified if she were to have him back in working order again soon.
"That must have been some mi--", The new voice rising up behind her caused her to jump in surprise as she spun around to meet whoever was trying to get a word in. Sputtering nonsense to herself for a second, she thought it best to step back so the guest and patient could speak.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:05 pm
As soon as he heard the voice Dante's face turned into one of anger. "Speak of the devil..." Dante spat. Grunting in pain as he leaned over to look past Claira. The glare from Dante could have sliced through steel.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:17 pm
Bren winced a little at the voice. Full of anger and other harmful emotions...aimed directly at himself. He mustered up his courage, and stood straight out. "Sorry...", he said quietly to the medical attendant. Don't recognize her...must be new...he thought as he turned back to Dante. "I came to apologize about the incident earlier.", he said in the most calm voice he could.
Bren looked over the Junior Knight, spending no longer on the bandaged area than the rest of the man's body. Except for the would, he seems alright. I'd never known him before this, so I can only hope he'll understand the circumstances...
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