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May 16, 2010 17:02:06 GMT -5
Post by Deatrii Mier Sonoi on May 16, 2010 17:02:06 GMT -5
Mier stared at the two Generals and breathed out a sigh as she stood there practically motionless disguised as a soldier. She felt a sting in her last wound made by the gun man. Her lips turned into a frown. Why was the wound so painful now? It was hardly a scratch after all, but it stung worst than getting an tattoo over the ankle. Her face turned paler than they already were and her lips lost their peachy color. She clasped a hand on her arm and twitched slightly. Tilting her head low, she whispered to herself, "A poisoned bullet?!"
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May 16, 2010 19:24:11 GMT -5
Post by Demon on May 16, 2010 19:24:11 GMT -5
Geir walked over to Mier. "Hey....HEY...you okay?" Geir put his hand on Miers uninjured arm.
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May 16, 2010 20:03:55 GMT -5
Post by Deatrii Mier Sonoi on May 16, 2010 20:03:55 GMT -5
Mier snapped back pushing his hand away and let the wall behind her catch her fall. "I'm fine..." she said feeling a drowsiness melting in her head. She shook her head trying to stay a wake. I can't sleep she thought. She's seen many people sleep and never ever wake up, and she wasn't going to have the same fate as an ignorant human fool. "d**n..." she whispered to herself staying still making sure not to let the poison spread anymore than it has already. She leaned her head on the wall and looked to the side, "The gun man are smarter than I thought, but fools. A poisoned bullet like that can also harmed the user of the gun too because of the guns properties. Infection was their way of killing I see, if they miss by a slight mark, they could still kill their enemy." She sighed and stared back at the carriage because her scythe was located in there. "It might sound obscene, but I drag the blade of the scythe on the ground for a reason. It carries up the dirt and bacteria as well as other harmful things...and what is does, is infect the wounded."
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May 16, 2010 20:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Demon on May 16, 2010 20:30:03 GMT -5
Geir felt his get pushed away and noticed Miers drowsiness. "Mier...im gonna need you to stand still and show me the wound okay?" Geir removed his right glove from his hand.
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May 16, 2010 20:43:10 GMT -5
Post by Deatrii Mier Sonoi on May 16, 2010 20:43:10 GMT -5
Meir stood up so she looked normal. "I'm fine..."she answered, "I don't need help." She walked back to where she was standing before with the other soldier, "I'll be fine, I'm still alive."
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May 16, 2010 20:54:16 GMT -5
Post by Demon on May 16, 2010 20:54:16 GMT -5
Geir put his glove back on. "as you wish Mier just...take it easy okay?" Geir walked back over to the Union General. "I would like to make a request Mr. Linderman."
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May 17, 2010 20:28:01 GMT -5
Post by Adjacent Justice on May 17, 2010 20:28:01 GMT -5
Walter looked over. 'Then speak it,' he said, stopping. Annoyance filled him and he glanced at the woman and then back at Geir. The woman was odd, no one ordinary, not some ordinary soldier either -- and for some odd reason, there seemed to be a bond between the two in front of him.
The general narrowed his eyes, assuming the request had something to do with the female, a spark of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he listened anyway. 'Well, go on.'
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May 17, 2010 21:18:44 GMT -5
Post by Demon on May 17, 2010 21:18:44 GMT -5
Geir looked past the general and whispered. "i need you to smile and act buddy buddy with me for a sec...were being watched...." Geirs eyes looked around at the three snipers and the four assassins that had surrounded the area. "they've got us all locked in their sites..."
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May 17, 2010 21:27:34 GMT -5
Post by Adjacent Justice on May 17, 2010 21:27:34 GMT -5
Walter looked at him for a moment and frowned. 'Good sir, I do not smile,' he said, flicking his cigarette away.
'But in all, I suppose, regardless of my cold exterior, and my mishaps in war, my attitude ran away,' Walter plastered a smile on his face, a grim, horrifying sight, and it physically hurt him.
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May 17, 2010 21:33:34 GMT -5
Post by Demon on May 17, 2010 21:33:34 GMT -5
Geir smiled. "shall we adjourn to your office Mr. Linderman?" Geir gave an unoticable signal for his soldiers to spread out to hunt the assassins.
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May 17, 2010 21:37:24 GMT -5
Post by Adjacent Justice on May 17, 2010 21:37:24 GMT -5
'Of course, of course,' Walter said and looked at Mier and then back to Geir. 'Will your... friend be joining us, then?' he asked.
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May 17, 2010 21:39:16 GMT -5
Post by Deatrii Mier Sonoi on May 17, 2010 21:39:16 GMT -5
Mier didn't take long before noticing a flash in the distance from the snipers and the two Generals acting. The only reason she could spot the properly hidden assassin and snipers, was none but the fact of her right eye, the abnormal eye. She shook her hair to conceal her eye and pulled down her eye patch to cover it. Again she twitched slightly, it felt like her left arm was senseless and numb. Like she had no arm at all. How long am I going to last like this? She thought to herself pulling out a piece of fabric from her pocket and tying it around her arm to make the the blood flow slower. She yanked it with her teeth to make sure it was tight and cautiously glared at the surrounding enemies which were hidden.
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May 17, 2010 21:39:49 GMT -5
Post by orochi on May 17, 2010 21:39:49 GMT -5
Orochi flicked a card toward his partner as they pretended to play cards as they spied on the Union Valmoran meeting. "i thought the Union was our ally." Orochi looked at his partner who only responded with a grunt. "well i guess your right you cant really trust anyone these days."
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May 17, 2010 21:45:37 GMT -5
Post by Demon on May 17, 2010 21:45:37 GMT -5
Geir nodded. "but of course she is a represintative of the people." Geir quickly followed Linderman towards his office in hopes to get both out of danger and to find a serine spot to use his special "abilitys."
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May 17, 2010 21:47:46 GMT -5
Post by Adjacent Justice on May 17, 2010 21:47:46 GMT -5
'Mm,' Walter said and continued to his office, heading in and looking over his desk. Frowning, once more, he looked about, looking for something in particular.
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