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STATUS: Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now. 7 yrs ago
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Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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Meteoress was off like a rocket after the creepy old man of a doctor that bad news and worse days were about to go down. She wanted to spread the word of her new status as a total badass after that casino hit. She sped trough the complex hallways, searching for a roon with a big enough mirror to capture all off her in her blood stained glory. This carried her over the control room where she stopped, and then stared. Gore and mechanical scraps were strewn all over the place and she stood slack jawed. Staring at the mess. Her eyes found that of a girl that seemed about her age. She seemed so very normal, she had hardly taken any note of her before they split into groups. Forgetting her quest to make a badass selfie, she strolled over. Affixing the average teenagers "cool and badass" grin and swagger.
"You with the lair group right? Like what you did to place~~" She said, the mexican-spanish accent coming trough thicker then before.
"A bioengenired monster exploded due to someone hitting it's core. " she would say not even glancing up at Meteoress. When she did glance up the girl would get a thought.
' Maybe her name is Conscious.'
The girl would just smirk. Looking back down at the control pannel. She has gotten the goupagainst her legs off her eariler so she seemed completely untouched by the gore which was strange since she was with that group.
"..Your name is Conscious right?" Meteoress asked, a vague memory floating to the back of her head. "Don't like getting your hands dirty?" She asked, motioning to her clothes. Meteoress in contrast, was still covered in blood.
"I'd rather not ruin my outfit. They enjoyed their fight anyway. " she would reply fixing her the bow in her sliver blonde hair. S smirk loted atop her face staring at their disgusting appearances. "If you want to get cleaned up. You could head for the bathroom. I'm pretty sure the camera in there is a little staticy. If you would so kindly fix that while your in there." Conscious said starin back at the cameras.
"Just becouse I am mexican doesn't mean I will pick up yo' shit, gringo. Go do it yourself" Never underestimate the defiance of a blood soaked, high on fighting, girl. Meteoress eyed the cameras and saw Desperation and Eppy. "Doctor seems he has his hand full" She noted.
"Just asking. " A smile remained fixxed atop her face. " He should be able to handle it. "
"Yeah? She seem kinda messed up. We lost the snake woman. Scary Doctor dude seem to think we have to silence those who didn't make it back." She said with a shrug. "No honor among thieves I guess."
"I would silence anyone who would go against me. But then again talking to the person who could probably make you do what ever they.. What's your name again?" She would change the shubject rather quickly. Turning and searching the control panel once again. Evn if she had many times before.
"I am not telling." Meteoress mumbled. Suddenly creeped out. SHe had stopped herself from saying something the wrestler was not supposed to know. And it felt like it was a very important something the other girl was holding back.
What year is the belt?" She would ask. Not caring if she got a name or not. No one needed to know what she could do before it came to be more helpful. Anyway, it made them more suspicious of tHeIr own thoughts.
"Ancient aztec gold!" The smile on Meteoress face was genuine nad large enough that her face was half teeth at that point. "It has belonged to my family for generations. It's magic."
"Mhmm very intriguing. Must be worth a fortune. I assume, wrestling. Can I get your wrestling name then?" She woud say sending a message towards her. ' What's the trouble is saying that to her?' She never asked what it was made of. Just when it was created but all the same for the girl in front of her.
"METEORESS! THE LUCHADORESS!" She lifted her arms high as if she just won a match, screaming ontop of her loungues. The vibration of her voice made some of the decaying pillar to slosh off and drop onto her. She blinked, covered in gore. "I.. I need a shower." She mumbled.
"You with the lair group right? Like what you did to place~~" She said, the mexican-spanish accent coming trough thicker then before.
"A bioengenired monster exploded due to someone hitting it's core. " she would say not even glancing up at Meteoress. When she did glance up the girl would get a thought.
' Maybe her name is Conscious.'
The girl would just smirk. Looking back down at the control pannel. She has gotten the goupagainst her legs off her eariler so she seemed completely untouched by the gore which was strange since she was with that group.
"..Your name is Conscious right?" Meteoress asked, a vague memory floating to the back of her head. "Don't like getting your hands dirty?" She asked, motioning to her clothes. Meteoress in contrast, was still covered in blood.
"I'd rather not ruin my outfit. They enjoyed their fight anyway. " she would reply fixing her the bow in her sliver blonde hair. S smirk loted atop her face staring at their disgusting appearances. "If you want to get cleaned up. You could head for the bathroom. I'm pretty sure the camera in there is a little staticy. If you would so kindly fix that while your in there." Conscious said starin back at the cameras.
"Just becouse I am mexican doesn't mean I will pick up yo' shit, gringo. Go do it yourself" Never underestimate the defiance of a blood soaked, high on fighting, girl. Meteoress eyed the cameras and saw Desperation and Eppy. "Doctor seems he has his hand full" She noted.
"Just asking. " A smile remained fixxed atop her face. " He should be able to handle it. "
"Yeah? She seem kinda messed up. We lost the snake woman. Scary Doctor dude seem to think we have to silence those who didn't make it back." She said with a shrug. "No honor among thieves I guess."
"I would silence anyone who would go against me. But then again talking to the person who could probably make you do what ever they.. What's your name again?" She would change the shubject rather quickly. Turning and searching the control panel once again. Evn if she had many times before.
"I am not telling." Meteoress mumbled. Suddenly creeped out. SHe had stopped herself from saying something the wrestler was not supposed to know. And it felt like it was a very important something the other girl was holding back.
What year is the belt?" She would ask. Not caring if she got a name or not. No one needed to know what she could do before it came to be more helpful. Anyway, it made them more suspicious of tHeIr own thoughts.
"Ancient aztec gold!" The smile on Meteoress face was genuine nad large enough that her face was half teeth at that point. "It has belonged to my family for generations. It's magic."
"Mhmm very intriguing. Must be worth a fortune. I assume, wrestling. Can I get your wrestling name then?" She woud say sending a message towards her. ' What's the trouble is saying that to her?' She never asked what it was made of. Just when it was created but all the same for the girl in front of her.
"METEORESS! THE LUCHADORESS!" She lifted her arms high as if she just won a match, screaming ontop of her loungues. The vibration of her voice made some of the decaying pillar to slosh off and drop onto her. She blinked, covered in gore. "I.. I need a shower." She mumbled.
I just hear youtube.com/watch?v=Lhv_yFMuwxs this everytime I read our backstories. So much vengence going on.
Oh no. I dislike their sound to xD. Just not so much I judge people over it!~~ But yeah. Me associating them with a bad relationship doesn't help.
@Bright_ops @The Grey Warden. It looks like you fellas are with me on this one!
Oh and @Hank is gonna have to be all haxx0r. I would not trust Drono to properly handle himself around computers.
Oh and @Hank is gonna have to be all haxx0r. I would not trust Drono to properly handle himself around computers.
My animosity towars Flyleaf is ancient nad deeply rooted in my angry Exs taste in music xD
I'm really liking the list :D
I'm still curius as to who is going with me to the Administration building~~
I promise pinatas and candy!
I promise pinatas and candy!
Eww flyleaf
YAY BILLY TALENT!
Oh nvm. When I browse as a american I get the list proper.
YAY BILLY TALENT!
Oh nvm. When I browse as a american I get the list proper.
>>Shadow Broker Files
>>File Directory; Personell
>> Potential Recruits
>> Subject, Drono Laken
>> Known Associates; Yestin (Salarian Smuggler), loose affiliation with a number of Smuggler networks.
>> Occupation; Drell Smuggler and Bounty Hunter.
>> Pros; Quick Thinker, Adaptive, Effective, Unorthodox, Has medical and personal conditions that makes him easy to manipulate.
>> Cons; Unpredictable, Violent, Distrustful. Possible loyalties with Hanar homeworld still intact despite obvious resentment.
>Following is a exerpt from his medical records, intercepted from one Josephine Sharpe, at the Green Hearts Clinic. A human run clinic that >saved Dronos life.
Date XXXX/XX/XX
>Patient Log 1; Pre-Surgery
We discovered the patient outside the clinic doors. Traces of blood indicated his dragged himself to our door by his own volition. Remarkable will to live. Patient have suffered injury at the hand of a close range, small caliber handgun. We have prepped him for surgery but our lack of experience with Drell biology might serve as a problem. Patient have remained remarkably lucid throughout surgery-preparation. Demands we keep his presence and survival secret.
>Patient Log 21; Post Surgery, Day 2
Patient is resting under intensive monitoring. We managed to remove the projectile and most of its splinter fragments after three hours of surgery. We fear for the worst, the patient have acquired severe nerve damage and his Drell biology has handled the infections poorly so far. There is increasing chance of spinal damage as result of the rampant bacterial growth. We believe whoever shot him might have dosed him in something post-entry wound.
Yet, The Patient insisted on staying awake for most of the surgery. Not that we had that much of a choice, this clinic has no prior experience with Drell. We were unaware how his body would react to the application of painkillers.
Patient showed remarkable pain tolerance and calm throughout the operation. But past out almost immedietly after the wound was closed and dressed. We were afraid he might just have given up. It is clear he trusts nobody here, and despite my insurance that not a word will escape these halls, I think he is terrified of being found in a weakened state. He sleeps with his gun still clutched in his hand.
>Patient Log 28; Post Surgery, Day 13
He is awake. He is remarkably talkative for a Drell. And even more so for a post-trauma agent. Complains about intense pain in his upper back. We fear his spine has sustained more damage them we had previously discovered or anticipated. We are giving him a experimental concotion of painkillers and anti-biotics.
>Patient Log 36; Post Surgery, Day 26
Patient is unable to make a full recovery. He has sustained life altering damage to several parts of his spine it is a wonder he can walk. The infections will return due to a compromised immunity system. The concoction seems to work to stave them off for now, but he will likely have to return periodically.
It is not a cheap treatment, but the Patient claims to be able to pay for it all.
>Patient Log 40; Post Surgery, Day 30
Patient have left the clinic. I still find him a remarkable individual, having such a strong will to survive. But I recognice those eyes anywhere, Drell, Asari or Human. He's driven by dark and violent impulses. The Drell as a species possess a unique sense of memory, I can only speculate as to how powerful a memory being shot in the back must be. Whoever he is hunting, should be very afraid.
>>File Directory; Personell
>> Potential Recruits
>> Subject, Drono Laken
>> Known Associates; Yestin (Salarian Smuggler), loose affiliation with a number of Smuggler networks.
>> Occupation; Drell Smuggler and Bounty Hunter.
>> Pros; Quick Thinker, Adaptive, Effective, Unorthodox, Has medical and personal conditions that makes him easy to manipulate.
>> Cons; Unpredictable, Violent, Distrustful. Possible loyalties with Hanar homeworld still intact despite obvious resentment.
>Following is a exerpt from his medical records, intercepted from one Josephine Sharpe, at the Green Hearts Clinic. A human run clinic that >saved Dronos life.
Date XXXX/XX/XX
>Patient Log 1; Pre-Surgery
We discovered the patient outside the clinic doors. Traces of blood indicated his dragged himself to our door by his own volition. Remarkable will to live. Patient have suffered injury at the hand of a close range, small caliber handgun. We have prepped him for surgery but our lack of experience with Drell biology might serve as a problem. Patient have remained remarkably lucid throughout surgery-preparation. Demands we keep his presence and survival secret.
>Patient Log 21; Post Surgery, Day 2
Patient is resting under intensive monitoring. We managed to remove the projectile and most of its splinter fragments after three hours of surgery. We fear for the worst, the patient have acquired severe nerve damage and his Drell biology has handled the infections poorly so far. There is increasing chance of spinal damage as result of the rampant bacterial growth. We believe whoever shot him might have dosed him in something post-entry wound.
Yet, The Patient insisted on staying awake for most of the surgery. Not that we had that much of a choice, this clinic has no prior experience with Drell. We were unaware how his body would react to the application of painkillers.
Patient showed remarkable pain tolerance and calm throughout the operation. But past out almost immedietly after the wound was closed and dressed. We were afraid he might just have given up. It is clear he trusts nobody here, and despite my insurance that not a word will escape these halls, I think he is terrified of being found in a weakened state. He sleeps with his gun still clutched in his hand.
>Patient Log 28; Post Surgery, Day 13
He is awake. He is remarkably talkative for a Drell. And even more so for a post-trauma agent. Complains about intense pain in his upper back. We fear his spine has sustained more damage them we had previously discovered or anticipated. We are giving him a experimental concotion of painkillers and anti-biotics.
>Patient Log 36; Post Surgery, Day 26
Patient is unable to make a full recovery. He has sustained life altering damage to several parts of his spine it is a wonder he can walk. The infections will return due to a compromised immunity system. The concoction seems to work to stave them off for now, but he will likely have to return periodically.
It is not a cheap treatment, but the Patient claims to be able to pay for it all.
>Patient Log 40; Post Surgery, Day 30
Patient have left the clinic. I still find him a remarkable individual, having such a strong will to survive. But I recognice those eyes anywhere, Drell, Asari or Human. He's driven by dark and violent impulses. The Drell as a species possess a unique sense of memory, I can only speculate as to how powerful a memory being shot in the back must be. Whoever he is hunting, should be very afraid.
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