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paradisa2013-01-19 09:16 pm
Back from Wonderland Dictated - Action
Church groaned and tried to sit up, only to be greeted by the most god awful squealing and grinding noises. Oh right, the Jabberwock... that was an actual thing that happened. The last he remembered was being very disappointed that his gun did precisely jack shit to hurt the thing and that it was trying -very literally- to rip his head off.
A good half a dozen warning lights were blinking their asshole messages at him in his helmets HUD. A couple of pieces of his outer armor had been ripped completely off, the rest... well it definitely looked like it had been chewed up by a giant, ugly dragon-beast. His left arm was a total mess and he was pretty sure that if he managed to get up, walking wasn't going to be easy.
Most of the core systems seemed to be intact … so hooray, it wasn't a total loss.
York was going to give him such a ration of shit for this.
Fuck! Why was shit like this always happening to him?! It was like the whole god damned universe was out to make him it's miserable bitch. He sighed dramatically. Well, as much fun as it was to flip the fuck out, that wasn't going to fix things.
He stepped out of his body and tried to think of what to do next. He only really had two options: York and Harper.
York wouldn't really work, not just because he'd chew him out for getting chewed up but, he had already said he couldn't do big repairs. His arm probably qualified as a big repair.
So, that leaves Harper... who was already working on building him a new body.
He looked over the mangled, dented mess that had been his body for the past couple of years. What Wash had told him started to push it's way back to the surface. He shook his head.
He wasn't going to think about that right now.. he didn't have time for Wash's bullshit, and that was grade A, strait from the bull's puckered anus, shit.
Fortunately, the journal lay open nearby. At least something was going in his favor.
Hey, back from Wonderland. It was... great, just great.
[he's such a terrible liar.]
I'll uh... catch up with you in a few days... maybe.
Yo Genius, you busy? I kind of have a problem...I was wondering if you could take a look and let me know what you think?
York (ad infinitum)
So, I guess that means I handled it... right.
[He grimaces at his body. He's not sure how much more "handling it" he could have taken.]
Church forever
Well, if you need to be away from all the crazy for a while, you're welcome to go out to the hangar. It's outside the castle, built in UNSC style so it feels a little more like home.
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But I'd be happy to check out the hangar... later.
[he was going to say when he's back on his feet. He is actually curious about the hangar. Hopefully, he'll be back in a body soon.]
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Good. And welcome back.
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[He really appreciates that! And he adds almost as an afterthought.]
I mean that.
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