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1st junk sale | [Action]
[So, for those who were wondering what happened to the newest thief after such a dazzling battle with those Riders, he is in the medbay of the White Chalice, surprisingly awake now after several hours knocked out. Currently, he is just tugging at the handcuffs that are linking him to the bed in desperation, growling. Eventually though, he does stop, but to take a breather.]
Okay, is this really necessary? It's not like I was the one who intentionally smashed the Dijeh! [Or in the mobile suits case: sliced to ribbons and barely even functioning.]
Okay, is this really necessary? It's not like I was the one who intentionally smashed the Dijeh! [Or in the mobile suits case: sliced to ribbons and barely even functioning.]
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the protags meet at last!
And Kamille isn't mindraped here! :D
hooray for time discrepancies!
Re: hooray for time discrepancies!
As for what happened, I was just there because I heard there might be some decent materials and mobile suits I could sell and salvage for back home. So I go there, get in the Dijeh, Roux drags me out to where the bad guys are, I'll help/nearly die while getting the Dijeh literally sliced apart, and somehow I am alive and not thinking I was on drugs or anything.
Re: hooray for time discrepancies!
Still, you said you were there to salvage mobile suit parts, right? You seem to be a bit young to be with the Junk Guild.
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Haman really had nothing to do with this, but the sounds of handcuffs on the metal bed frame caught her interest. She poked her head in the door of the kids room with out much thought, she surveyed the situation with curious eyes, but did not move to greet him, or say anything at all.
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If they sent you to tell me to shut up about the cuffs, I did that an hour ago!
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Haman put her feet on the floor, and clasped her hands behind her back.
"No one sends me anywhere, boy. I was concerned you might be in distress. But I can see you've got your rotten attitude to keep you company."
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Haman held her mouth in a hard sneer, as she crossed the room, and looked down at the handcuffs.
There was something strange stirring inside her as she looked down at the boy. What she did next she couldn't explain why, even if you asked her too.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a fine linen handkerchief, the Zeon insignia had been carefully embroidered upon it.. She tucked it between the metal of the handcuff and the boy's wrist on one side.
"It won't help much, but if you try and relax you might not rub your wrist so badly."
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[she can't help but smirk at that.] You doing alright, though?
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How long was I out anyway?
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