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voidtreckerexpress2020-05-08 06:48 pm
afterburner) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-05-08 06:48 pm
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is there price to burn this paradise? [closed]
Who: Renee and Sven
What: As usual, Renee makes bad life decisions.
Where: Medbay/infirmary/what have you
When: 4 Fiddlesticks, later in the day
Was Renee bored? Hell yes. Slowly she's been getting more alert and not sleeping all the time. Ostensibly, it's to heal, but it's also boring! Just like her to get into a mess and be on the bench for longer than she'd like, because of a fluke mission that didn't even end up being a mission proper.
She still didn't know what that was, and it didn't make her feel very good that if there was another mission incumbent, that wasn't just a fiesta on the train? That she was gonna miss that, too. Leave her friends and people she cared about in the lurch.
And add to that that now, she was damn bitter about losing one of her best friends. Sure, Prisoner was probably...well, not alive somewhere--but at least existant. She hoped he was kicking ass and having fun, but it didn't make her temper any sweeter, in the end.
So the unfamiliar warlock wandering in will just have to forgive her. Renee missed platform day. "Who're you and what do you want?"
What: As usual, Renee makes bad life decisions.
Where: Medbay/infirmary/what have you
When: 4 Fiddlesticks, later in the day
Was Renee bored? Hell yes. Slowly she's been getting more alert and not sleeping all the time. Ostensibly, it's to heal, but it's also boring! Just like her to get into a mess and be on the bench for longer than she'd like, because of a fluke mission that didn't even end up being a mission proper.
She still didn't know what that was, and it didn't make her feel very good that if there was another mission incumbent, that wasn't just a fiesta on the train? That she was gonna miss that, too. Leave her friends and people she cared about in the lurch.
And add to that that now, she was damn bitter about losing one of her best friends. Sure, Prisoner was probably...well, not alive somewhere--but at least existant. She hoped he was kicking ass and having fun, but it didn't make her temper any sweeter, in the end.
So the unfamiliar warlock wandering in will just have to forgive her. Renee missed platform day. "Who're you and what do you want?"
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"Probably in a holster, but it looks cooler there, I gotta admit. And hey, it holds your hair out of your face, right? Super useful!" In many ways. Hair ornament, weapon, cool looking object? How versatile!
"Yeah, with our 'traditional' medicine...or conventional medicine, I guess, you're laid up, so you pay with time. Sometimes I wonder if I'd rather have the switch out."
Renee tilted her head, but she heard Sven out. "I'm...I dunno, shit, I'm not exactly hurting, except when the medicine wears off, but I'm disoriented and I can't think clearly--though some people 'round here might claim I don't think clearly anyway."
She shrugged at that. "Then again, ya know, there's a saying where I'm from. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' It's not like I can fix everything, but sometimes I do kick major ass and it's just what's needed at the right time, eh?"
If Sven got the impression that Renee didn't like tooting her own horn, he would not be incorrect in his assumption. Not at all.