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[color=ed1c24]"Woah!"[/color] Being glomped from behind by Bel, a surprised Donovan gave a light chuckle that weakened as he noticed Bel distracted by something still. [color=ed1c24][i]What's she thinking about?[/i][/color] Returning to reality, he nodded in acknowledgement of his acquaintance's name before some guy who looked like he ran a mile entered the arcade, and the gang leader asked for a word with him too. Once out of Bel's embrace, the albino boy went to go tie his shoes and pick up his books, getting closer to the whole gang in the process. The orange-haired boy, the guy who just entered the arcade, some blue-haired man, and the leader of the gang had their conversation, and Donny learned some things; the most pressing piece of information being there is a war happening on Deep Ground as they speak. It was probably no odd coincidence that Bel was out the door by the time Donovan returned to his original spot. If there was a time that people would be grateful for help it'd be now. Turning to Alex, the albino boy cleared his throat.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm sorry, but I gotta go! I'll see ya around,"[/color] Donovan said as he rushed out, stopping just outside the door, [color=ed1c24]"and wreck you at Dance Dance Revolution next time!"[/color] 

He had to get online NOW. Examining his surroundings, the albino saw three people looking like they were napping over at a table, two of which he had seen in the arcade talking with the gang leader. The wannabe hero knew that they weren't sleeping, well... they could be sleeping, but that's irrelevant. Walking all the way to his house would take too long, he had to do this as soon as possible. Donovan sat down in the closest empty chair and got comfy before focusing on finding the network that would put him into the game. 
Time for glory and salvation!
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[hr][h2][u][b]Welcome, Nostradamus[/b][/u][/h2][hr][/center]
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[color=ed1c24]Black City.[/color] Nostradamus jolted to the closest possible cover while his meager trading tent was blown away by turret fire. With the structure proving cover despite the devastating power of the turrets, his main concern shifted to helping anyone who wasn't killed yet and avoiding the immediate threat. [color=ed1c24]"What the fuck's even happening..."[/color]

"Is somebody there?"

The plague doctor gazed around squinty-eyed trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. The building was just across the street. Just across the street. After taking a deep breath he sprinted to the structure housing who he presumed was an injured player. The turrets seemed to be distracted by something, luckily. Unsheathing his knife for a moment, Nostradamus shattered a window before hopping in. 

"Whoever made that noise, ya have any health potions!"

It was his time to shine. He walked up the steps to the second floor and saw a low level Outlaw Ranger resting against a wall that seemed like it'd be coming down soon if the turrets gave it any more attention.

[color=ed1c24]"Don't worry, I'm here to help,"[/color] the doctor said as he cautiously walked over to the injured person. [color=ed1c24]"I'll heal you then we'll find you a vehicle so you can get the hell out of here. Why are you alone here?"[/color]

"Turrets took out my party and pinned me here. Some Outlaw debuffed me so I can't move that fast till I get fixed up." 

Nos used Bandage on the Ranger until his health reached 100%. The stranger gave a nod and smile as thanks before aiming his handgun at the medic's head. Grabbing the attacker's wrist, he forced the gun away from himself before swiftly unholstering his sawed-off shotgun and aiming it at the now pinned Outlaw.

[color=ed1c24] "I'm sorry, but you've forced my hand."[/color] 

Nostradamus unloaded a whole entire shotgun full of shells into his face, splattering the avatar's brain matter onto what remained of the wall. Alas, all the healing was for nothing. Helping people may not always be the easiest path, but it was a path worth taking. Hopefully it'd end differently with the next person he tries to help. Reloading his shotgun, Nostradamus got ready to leave once more to find players in need of a medic.