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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 24, 2019 9:57:50 GMT -5
No-Name sat in her large, to her, home. The sun had come through one of the open windows and she was basking in the pleasent heat, it warmed her usually colder body. She was startled when something had reflected the sun's rays into three of her five eyes. No-Name slowly blinked and sat up, looking for what could have caused it. After not finding anything she dismissed it as something outside and laid her head back down. Not ten seconds after she laid back down, the ray was once again in her eyes. She quickly sat up and glanced around the room and where she laid. Something odd was on her side, something she had never seen before. In the process of trying to remove it, it stung and started to barely bleed. No-Name winced and got closer to the small object implanted in her skin, noticing it had words and numbers engraved on it. 'Kilglgbkv 001' After reading it she muttered a 'What' to herself and walked over to the gun she had been given. She called Draig and paced around her room, wondering why it was on her. “You there? Theres a weird metal thing on my side and I don’t know what it is.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 25, 2019 20:04:14 GMT -5
Blue light flashes on Draig's left wrist before No-names voice caries through into his ear. "Weird metal thing?" Draig glaces around at the noisy street's before him and peels off into a secluded alley so he can speak with ease. "That's certainly odd. What can you tell me about it? Was it not always there? We can try to find you a medic if you need." Draig's mind drift's back into the countless battles he waded through, recalling shrapnel and bomb implants with a similar description to the vague one he currently has heard. Perhaps it won't be as bad as the last times, he hopes as he begins to pace with unease.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 25, 2019 20:11:40 GMT -5
“Well, there are words on it. In my language. It says ‘Prototype 001.” No-Name thinks as far back in time as she can, “If it was I never noticed it, when I tried pulling it off it bled.” She goes quiet as she thinks as to what it could be, already assuming the worst.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 25, 2019 20:27:32 GMT -5
Draig cringes. "Yeah... Just... Hang tight, if you feel sleepy don't let yourself fall asleep and stay calm. I'm heading over right now and I'm gunna see what I can do." Draig hustles his way towards No-names place, swearing under his breath. He's not exactly a medic, but this all sounds very wrong.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 25, 2019 20:40:46 GMT -5
No-Name nods, “Alright, I’ll be here.” She walks away from the gun and examines the small implant again, wondering why it was there and why she just noticed it. It had slightly dyed her coat red, but she didn’t mind.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 25, 2019 21:07:06 GMT -5
Traces of relief begin to find Draig as he spots No-names apartment, at least now a solution can be seeded. Slowing a few paces before her door, he catches his breath and knocks three times, each knock louder than the one prior to it. "No-name! It's Draig! Can I come in?" He inquires anxiously. "I don't even know where a medic can be found here..." He mumbles to himself whilst waiting.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 25, 2019 21:23:27 GMT -5
No-Name quickly makes her way to the door and grabs the handle, pulling it open, “That was fast. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” She ushers him in and closes the door, not before peeking out and checking outside.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 25, 2019 22:08:30 GMT -5
"I wasn't home. I was out and about, looking for stuff to make a plumbing system. And... This seemed urgent. So lets see this metal you were talking about..." Draig steps into the closest large room and waits for No-name to come over and show him the problem. Examining the metal plate, he frowns. "I have bad news and good news. The bad is I have no ideas what this is. The good news is its not shrapnel and I don't think its a bomb implant. I can try using some healing magic on it if you want but... No-name... This is beyond me."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 25, 2019 23:22:33 GMT -5
No-Name nods, “Well I’m glad it’s not.” She sighs, “I think I may know what it is though, I used to hear stories about a group of scientists trying to develop a weapon to fight a possible invasion, and.. I, im afraid I might be one..” Her ears droop, “I’m not just a weapon am I?” Her eyes widen slightly and her tails droop, “You don’t think they can track me right? I'm not exactly considered saintly on my planet.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 26, 2019 12:12:47 GMT -5
Draig closes his eyes with a sigh, slowly taking a knee. Upon reaching the floor he opens his eyes and smiles softly, patting No-names head. "There are many things I am, and that I was and am no longer. One of the things I never was, was a scientist. I can't tell you truthfully if you're tracked or not. What I CAN tell you is this. You're not a weapon. Here you are, talking and being civil with a friend. If you were a weapon, all you'd be able to do is kill yes? And... If you're a weapon, than so am I."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 26, 2019 13:35:01 GMT -5
No-Name flinches at his touch, having never been pet before, “I guess, thank you.” She smiles, “Do you know any way we can see if it’s a tracker of some sort? Preferably without having to painfully remove it, but I mean it’s okay if we have to.” Her usual smile does not return to her face as she’s quite panicked.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 26, 2019 15:30:04 GMT -5
Draig responds with a gentle shake of his head no. "I don't know these kinds of things, I wouldn't try to pull it off either... You've been here longer than I by quite a bit. Do you know of any medics or anyone that's tech savvy? Those are the kinds of people we need to aid us right now. Though... I do know if its not properly insulated, assuming its electronic, strong magnets can disrupt or ruin it. Assuming its more than a "badge" so to speak. You had to leave right? What if they placed that on you so they can ID you if you went back? Who knows, maybe this isnt a problem after all as I doubt you want to go back."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 26, 2019 15:45:55 GMT -5
No-Name’s eyes widen and she takes her gaze away from Draig, “Nope, no intentions. None. You’re right.” She coughs, “I might know someone, and our planet was mostly barren. If it is a tracker they might have already been following me. I don’t know why though. So much I didn’t realize.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 27, 2019 1:01:30 GMT -5
"You... Want to go back? To visit those whom turned their backs on you?..." Draig sighs and rests his hand over his eyes, hoping he hasn't caused offense. But, this is a short occurrence. Time may be scarce. No sense wasting it. "Mostly barren? Do you think if this is a device its fragile then? We may wish to walk and talk, heading towards this some one in case time is of the essence right?" Draig stands and rolls his shoulders, and with a pop of his neck re-arms himself in case things get messy along the way.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 27, 2019 1:12:08 GMT -5
No-Name looks away again, “Maybe. Anyway!” She shakes her head, “I doubt it. We could build rather sturdy and tough structures, it’s not too far fetched to say this is probably not fragile.” She starts walking towards her door, “I’ll keep an eye out, if I am being followed they’re probably looking for me.” She shifts to her human form and opens the door, “It will probably be safer like this, I won’t be recognized unless they stare for a while.” She peeks out and looks around for anyone suspicious while waiting for Draig.
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