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*Being sneaky! Kinda. Okay, unplugging the damn IV and walking out of the hospital*
Farewell, my angels, for my time has come to leave you. I bid thee adieu now, dear loves, for I have achieved the mission which I have been sent to do, and now must report to my masters so that I may be used fully by them in the future.
*And we're at the barrier, yay!*
Barrier: ...
I need to be allowed through, dear ward, for I am required to report back to my masters immediately, and I am no longer needed here, for it is obvious I have nothing to do with these happenings in this strange and foreign land.
Barrier: ... >_o
The wings of change are upon us, telling us that we must fly, must flee this oppressing land to a place fertilized by the dung of our former hardships--
Barrier: ... >_<
--watered by the love of our great and generous organization of ACROSS, our--*chokegasp*
Barrier: ... ^_^
My dear guard of--*choke*
of--*coughhackcough*
*gasppanting*
*pause*
Bastard. You would dare--*choke*
...
...
Why would you presume--*chokegasp*
HAAAAAAAATTTE!!!!!!
((OOC:So, yeah. Avoiding consequences doesn't work so well. He's still bandaged up, still fairly hurt, and now he can't say more than four words of any given thought. Poke him!))
Farewell, my angels, for my time has come to leave you. I bid thee adieu now, dear loves, for I have achieved the mission which I have been sent to do, and now must report to my masters so that I may be used fully by them in the future.
*And we're at the barrier, yay!*
Barrier: ...
I need to be allowed through, dear ward, for I am required to report back to my masters immediately, and I am no longer needed here, for it is obvious I have nothing to do with these happenings in this strange and foreign land.
Barrier: ... >_o
The wings of change are upon us, telling us that we must fly, must flee this oppressing land to a place fertilized by the dung of our former hardships--
Barrier: ... >_<
--watered by the love of our great and generous organization of ACROSS, our--*chokegasp*
Barrier: ... ^_^
My dear guard of--*choke*
of--*coughhackcough*
*gasppanting*
*pause*
Bastard. You would dare--*choke*
...
...
Why would you presume--*chokegasp*
HAAAAAAAATTTE!!!!!!
((OOC:So, yeah. Avoiding consequences doesn't work so well. He's still bandaged up, still fairly hurt, and now he can't say more than four words of any given thought. Poke him!))