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Post by Adlai Stevenson on May 7, 2014 8:50:07 GMT -8
"Whatcha mean Captain?" she pushed off the counter and her feet landed on the ground with a little "oof" "You told me that it was alright to use the putty, and I just used the paint I had in my room, it seemed like it matched, did I miss something?" She suddenly noticed the hole in his hand, "Captain are you alright? What happened? Did you get shot in the hand or something, why the fuck do you care about the fucking car, when there's a fucking hole in your hand?" Her voice was completely panicked and she grabbed at his hand in concern, possibly hurting him more. "Sir, I'd like to take full blame for that." She continued. "I mixed the paint and did the putty. All fault is with me, sir." Cocking an eyebrow, she looked towards his talon. "Want to tell us what all this is about?" She inquired, walking towards the creature. "And why you have two gigantic fucking holes in your hand?" Val looked to Wyn with steely but perplexed eyes, the cleverly-worded scolding he had in mind evaporating as it became clear that the Quarian hadn't the faintest idea of what had happened. Curious, he thought, his brain beginning to rack up the theories and hypotheticals. Miss Qwib Qwib isn't nearly good enough a liar to pull this off, so--oh goodness fucking me what the hell--Pain shot up the Turian's arm and shook his brain by the stem as Wyn wrenched his wounded hand from the trained medical professional. With an indignant growl, Guar shoved her back against the counter - lightly by his standards, but enough to send the petite Quarian reeling. While the pain subsided, Val shot a warning glare at Guar, who continued to apply medi-gel to his impaled hand. "Your responsibility is commendable, Miss Wicker, you are indeed a goof friend to Miss Qwib Qwib," he noted with a sigh. "As for my hand, some . . . concessions had to be made. Just business. Nothing to worry about." Binding his hand in a sterile wrap of gauze, Guar placed his medical equipment back in their rightful places. "The gel will do most of the work. You're lucky that nail wasn't tetanic, try not to do it again," Guar then attended to Elam, checking on his vitals. He sighed, ruefully. "Fuck, do I miss battlefield amputations . . ." Val stifled a shudder. "Duly noted, Doctor," Val replied. After a brief pause, Val unholstered his Kessler pistol, shouldering past Bryci and Wyn. "If both of you could accompany me to the cargo hold, I'd appreciate some back-up."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 7, 2014 18:21:06 GMT -8
Wyn squealed as Guar shoved her into the counter, her chest getting the direct hit from the side of the counter.
"OW OW OW" Wyn said, shuddering, as she wrapped her arms around her chest, "I know you're not a mammal Doctor, but just so you know...owww"
She took a few breaths to compose herself, "I'm okay, I'm okay" she muttered, just in time to see Val pull out a pistol and declare he needed "back up"
And then she put two and two together, "Wait so if I didn't fuck the car up, and Bryci didn't... WHO DID?"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on May 27, 2014 22:10:48 GMT -8
"How observant of you, Miss Qwib Qwib," Val replied. He was already down the corridor. "Do try to keep up."
Val stormed into the cargo hold with his pistol at the ready, doing well to keep his distance around the De Lorean as he flanked around its far side, inwardly grimacing at the spilled paint that had disturbed his once-pristine Earth collector's treasure. With his uninjured hand, he reached for the car door, sidearm trained on where a presumable humanoid head would preside through the tinted glass. He jerked the handle up, and the wing door rose to reveal . . .
". . . well, can't say I expected that."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 27, 2014 22:38:38 GMT -8
Wyn cocked her head as she saw the figure inside, a Turian female not that much bigger then her, and obviously younger. She was curled up and appeared to be asleep.
Wyn got closer, and noticed that the same blue substance coming out of Val's hand was also dribbling out of this girl's mouth, "Her mouth is bleeding," Wyn said, She gently shook the girl, "Hey, hey wake up?"
The girl groaned and opened her eyes. When she saw her image being reflected back at her through Wyn's helmet, she shrieked and jerked up very roughly, her muscles seeming to not be in synch.
"Who're you?" she asked, her words slurred, from what Wyn presumed was her tongue being injured.
"I'd ask the same to you,"
"Tabia," The Turian responded.
"Tabia" Wyn repeated,
"No you ideet, Tavia. Wiff a V"
"Well sorry," Wyn responded, "Kinda hard to understand you. Why are you talking that way?"
The girl shrugged and tried to get out of the car, stumbling out and falling to the ground.
Wyn looked at Val, "Do you think she's drunk or something? Or is there something wrong with her?"
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Post by lovely corte on May 28, 2014 22:50:10 GMT -8
"Never a dull moment." Bryci remarked, awfully optimistic for a woman who had just been informed that she was in an enclosed space with what could possibly be a violent or dangerous stowaway. She followed close to the group as they made their way to the cargo bay. "Be careful."
Standing watch just off to the side of the Captain, she rocked in place slightly, wisps of blue and purple illumination rolling off of her frame and sparking out at her sides, in a readied stance just in case.
Which fell away almost instantaneously once she saw the least intimidating Turian in the galaxy spill out of the vehicle, bleeding profusely after having torn up the Captain's baby.
Sighing, Bryci crouched next to the Turian as she laid on the ground, grabbing her forearms and pulling them taut behind her back, pushing her knee in between her shoulder blades.
"Someone go get Guar." She said, making sure the intruder was pinned. "Why is your mouth bleeding, Little One?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 28, 2014 23:11:15 GMT -8
Tavia stared at Bryci blankly, she felt her cheeks flush, though luckily the plating of a Turian made blushing almost impossible to notice.
"Is...uhh...am I awake for real?" she asked, "Cause I dun think I'd have such a sexy woman pinning me to the ground in anyding but a dream,"
She wiped some of the blue blood from her mouth, and grimaced, "I musta bit my tongue. Our teef are sharp."
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Post by lovely corte on May 28, 2014 23:16:14 GMT -8
Internally grimacing, Bryci looked up at the others from her crouch, before she turned to look at Wyn with a smile on her face.
"First Guar," She started, then looked at the girl underneath her. "And then a bleeding stowaway. I'm just so loved today."
"I'm going to pat you for any blades or weapons." Bryci informed the girl, still keeping her pinned. "If you move or so much as make one remark about it, I'm going to hit you. Hard."
"Understood?" She asked, before continuing on without waiting, making sure that she still kept the girl pinned. "Good."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on May 28, 2014 23:33:59 GMT -8
Tavia blushed even harder as Bryci pat her down, though she took heed to Bryci's warning and all that she did was smile a little when Bryci's hands reached her hips.
The only gun she had on her was a simple pistol, of a model that was quite common in the Hierarchy military, and it was holstered quite visibly. It looked like it'd barely been touched.
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Post by lovely corte on May 29, 2014 0:02:33 GMT -8
Finding the weapon, Bryci pulled it out from the holster and ripped the thermal clip out of the pistol before she handed it to Wyn via the grip.
"Alright, stand up." Bryci commanded, still gripping the girl by the forearms, keeping them pinned behind her back as she pulled the girl into a standing position against the car. "Captain, what do you want us to do with her?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jun 10, 2014 1:24:00 GMT -8
"Captain please," Wyn pleaded, "She looks completely harmless, and she needs medical attention. Don't hurt her."
She realized the gun in her hands was evidence toward the contrary, "I know, I know, but I just don't feel good about killing a little girl."
"I'm not a little girl," Tavia's tongue seemed to be working better now, "I'm sixteen years old and... wait KILL? Oh come on, I did nothing wrong!" Her eyes grew wide, ad she was obviously terrified at the idea.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 5, 2014 2:25:34 GMT -8
"We're not going to kill you, kid. Relax." Bryci sighed, maintaining a grip on the girl's forearms. A lesson learnt from experience, people in frightening situations do frightening things. She was more so worried she'd bolt and find the armory. "At least we won't. Guar, maybe."
"Captain, as much as you are in command, I highly advise we just drop her off on the nearest planet," The Marine advised. "We can get away with flying under the Alliance radar and killing a few Blue Suns, but we start shooting kids, we'd probably get a bit more attention."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 10, 2014 0:58:31 GMT -8
"Who's that?" Tavia asked panicked
"Our doctor," Wyn responded,
"Oh no no no no, I'm not going to any fucking doctor," Tavia said "I'm perfectly fine My tongue will heal."
Wyn turned to Bryci, "I'm not believing thats all thats wrong with her."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 22, 2014 21:43:30 GMT -8
Taking Bryci's advice and Wyn's pandering into account, Val kept his pistol readied, eyeing the Turian girl with studied suspicion.
He didn't have time for this.
"Escort her to Doctor Guar's quarters," he ordered tersely, his patience running markedly thin. "Under guard, Miss Wicker, if you would. Miss Qwib Qwib, clean what you can from . . ."
Val trailed off, holding back a shudder at the sight of his Human antique. ". . . the DeLorean. Be thorough. Please refrain from breaking anything that hasn't been broken yet."
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 24, 2014 9:19:07 GMT -8
Maintaining an even tighter, almost painful, grip on the girl (she didn't want her running off anytime soon and finding herself a military-grade assault rifle), Bryci pushed her in the general direction of the exit of the cargo-bay with a curt "Walk."
She was short and curvy. Not six foot and built like a brick shit house. She had to maintain her composure or it'd be like her first few weeks in training all over again. Oh boy, all of the titty staring.
Stopping just short of the medical office, Bryci pushed Tavia against the wall face-first, forcing her into a kneel, ankles locked, hands on her head. Call it excessive, but it was procedure.
"Guar!" Bryci called, rasping on the door enough to gain his attention. She didn't matter much spooked the man, but she didn't want to be the cause of Elam getting an eyeball ripped out. "I have a present! You'll love me for it!"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 24, 2014 21:32:46 GMT -8
Bryci was doing a good job, because Tavia was scared shitless. As she was walked down the hallway, she was whimpering and sniveling, a fairly strange sound to come from a Turian.
"I'm sorry if I messed anything up, I just don't want to die, please don't hurt me," she said a few tears falling from her eyes. She began sobbing even harder when she was pushed down to the ground, "I was just cold, and your ship was warm and I'm sorry"
------------------- Wyn sighed as she began picking up after the girl, at first awkwardly in silence, and then she suddenly spoke up.
"A bit off topic Captain, but what exactly went wrong that you got a fucking hole in your hand? Just curious."
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 25, 2014 3:00:18 GMT -8
And now she felt like shit. That was just what she needed. The girl who had decided to sneak onto their ship, make their lives hard and start breaking shit now had the moral high ground. Still rasping on the door, Bryci looked at her, making sure to maintain her composure.
Sure, she didn't like to see her cry, but there was a lot of shit she had done in her life she didn't want to see, do or feel.
"Relax." She interjected, cutting off the girl's pleading. She made sure the girl kept to her instructions, just in case she tried to get up and do a runner somewhere around the ship. "We're not going to kill you and I certainly wouldn't let a Krogan do it. That's more mess than I need in my life right about now."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 25, 2014 21:39:25 GMT -8
Val studied his medi-gel coated hand with passive nonchalance, as if he had simply cut himself shaving. That is, if the Turian species had any body hair to shave.
"Like I said, Miss Qwib Qwib: concessions. Simply business, from one party to another," he winced a bit, the pain still wavering around his effected extremity like static electricity. "Aria T'loak and her associates are renown for their dry sense of humor."
A dramatically aggravated growl emanated from behind the closed medbay door, followed by the dull, resounding thud-crunch of a fist smashing a delicately-crafted medical utensil against a wall, full-force. Certainly not the most comforting sound for their newest occupant.
"I'll love you when your fucking spine snaps over my fucking dick," he roared, barreling toward the door to open it. With a gentle whoosh, the savagely furious Krogan stood before the gaggle of criminals, medical drill in one hand and shards of a now-unidentifiable tool in the other, breath heaving and scowl menacing as ever. "I'm doing my fucking job here. Get this through your head, you dumb motherfuckers you--"
Guar cut his tirade short as he looked down at the noticeably smaller, noticeably younger Turian knelt before him, held in such a way by Bryci. He looked down, his big angry eyes narrowing as he looked her over, kneeling down to look at her at an eye-to-eye level.
"Who the fuck is this," he demanded - his tone, while low and gravelly as ever, level and calm. He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "And how recently did they have a seizure?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 25, 2014 21:46:06 GMT -8
"I always feel...I dunno like I'm not doing my job if I'm not out there with you." Wyn said, nervously figeting with her fingers, "Like with that Archangel guy out there, probably glad to put a bullet in all our heads... I worry you know? And I know I can't do much... but..."
------------------------------------------------- Tavia's eyes grew wide as the Krogan came out, threatening to snap their spines. She had never actually met a Krogan before, but she knew they usually hated her people. Guess they were still bitter about that forced sterilization thing.
Tavia whimpered as Guar got to eye level with her, "...Se-se seizure? How did- I mean why do you think that?" she squealed out, shuddering in terror.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 25, 2014 22:59:21 GMT -8
Unflinching as the Krogan stormed to the door (him stampeding gave her ample time to mentally prepare), Bryci knew from experience to just let him finish his own rant before attempting a conversation.
Unlocking the girl's ankles and picking her up, Bryci cocked an eyebrow at Guar and sighed.
"Can you not get in her face, Guar?" She asked, pulling the girl away slightly. "You have no bedside manner and you smell like shit and she's emotional as it is."
"Seizure?" She echoed, holding the girl by the elbow. "Well, we only found her a bit ago but she was out of it, had to wake her up. An hour or two, maybe? Look, man. Combat lifesaver, not a fucking doctor. You take her."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 25, 2014 23:07:54 GMT -8
"I didn't have any fucking seizure," Tavia insisted, though her voice was obviously faltering.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 25, 2014 23:12:30 GMT -8
"Language." Bryci scolded, pushing the girl towards the infirmary. "And he's the doctor... I'm obviously going to take his word over yours."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 28, 2014 20:47:49 GMT -8
Val looked to Wyn, finding her eyes as best he could beneath the glassy shroud of her facemask. "Ah yes, Archangel. The crime-fighting vigilante sharpshooter, allegedly prowling in the dark on Omega. I'm sure they've dismissed that claim," he said, eyes rolling for emphasis on the folk legend-in-the-making's moniker.
He knew quite well he did, in fact, exist, and he knew better still that it was none other than Garrus Vakarian, the former renegade C-Sec officer-turned-galactic hero during the battle for the Citadel, a fact unbeknownst to most of his unsuspecting quarries. But, given that his actions had been largely exaggerated by the street-level thugs and mercenary bands he preyed upon in the destitute warrens of Omega, he felt that the self-righteous Turian was the least of his worries.
"You do your job even better when you don't worry about me, Miss Qwib Qwib. You've done everything you can, and I wouldn't trust this vessel's upkeep under anybody else but your capable hands."
Guar glared up at Bryci with smoldering contempt. "You're damn right I'm the doctor. Only one on this cumbucket ship. And I'll get up in her face as much as I want, if she keeps jerking me around like a fucking preemie Turian's dick," he turned his death glare back to the young Turian stowaway. "Fucking lie to me again and I find out what's wrong with you in an autopsy."
With a forceful but surprisingly gentle jerk, the Krogan doctor pulled the girl into the small medbay, lifting her up with ease to sit atop a gurney not unlike the one beside it, occupied by a dark-skinned Human. He was breathing low and steadily, obviously unconscious.
"Now, given that your eyes are still dialated and your face gives away a lot more than you'd probably like, it's obvious that you're currently recovering from a mild postictal state. You seized, like it or not. But fuck that, what I need to know right now is if you have any medical conditions that could induce such a state, like epilepsy, or if you ingested or took in a controlled substance or anything else that would possibly result in a seizure,"
Guar leveled with Tavia, his rage simmering just beneath the surface, but a the diagnostic authority of a medical professional appearing first and foremost. "I need this information sooner, rather than later. Last thing I want to do is give you some shit that'll make it even worse."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 28, 2014 21:04:29 GMT -8
"Even if its not real," Wyn said, "The idea of it is scary. Like Omega is the only place we can do our thing and not really have to worry about the consequences, except from other pirates and mercs and stuff. And now we have someone just slaughtering all criminals, on the one place where its okay to do it. Which you know makes this place slightly less of a shithole, but I don't particularly want a bullet through my helmet you know?"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tavia fought back tears again as she was put on the gurney.
"Okay, okay! I've had seizures my whole life, first one I had when I was two. No one knows the cause, we can only make them less worse with meds. Meds that I had stolen from me, with all my other belongings a week ago when I got here. So I've been having them more often." She sighed, "There happy?"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 31, 2014 20:36:12 GMT -8
Guar simply nodded, rising to rummage through the medicine cabinets above the countertop in search of a small, white bottle of pills. He didn't care much for patient theatrics when he was trying to do his job.
"For future reference: lie to me again, and I'll make you wish you bit your tongue off during your last one," he grumbled, still preoccupied with fishing the proper medication out from the cabinet. Yielding successful, he turned back around, twisting open the container (which seemed minuscule in his massive hands) and placing two tablets into the young Turian's hand.
"Until I can run a few tests or get some legitimate medical history, you'll have to deal with those, for now. Off-market stuff, not as potent in singular doses, but take over seven hour increments, and it'll cover it."
From the opposite gurney, the Human figure stirred, a low, croaked groan emanating from him as he awoke from his anesthetic-induced slumber. Despite the relatively quick nature of his surgery, it felt as though his head had been stuffed with wet cotton.
Elam, slowly regaining his physical facilities, lurched to his side, looking through his one non-covered eye to find Guar and the smaller, younger Turian. A stranger.
"Uhh . . ." he started, running a hand down his groggy face. ". . . hi?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 31, 2014 20:58:27 GMT -8
"Don't worry, I've done some off-the market stuff before..." Tavia said after gulping down the medication, "Well as in like... seizure stuff. People got their hands on everything they thought that might cure me... even if it was questionably legal."
She turned to look at the human waking up. "Hi?" she said back in equal confusion, "I'm uhh...Tavia. Sorry." She pushed off the gurney, "So can I like... go take a shower or something? Thanks to those fucking thieves I've been in the same clothes for a week, and I'm sick of smelling like a fucking duct rat." Despite the boldness of this request to people she stowed away with, it was obvious why she made it. She really did smell awful, and didn't look much better, even if closer expection would reveal her dirty slightly tatteered clothes, were actually quite expensive looking.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 2, 2014 9:11:04 GMT -8
"Epilepsy." Bryci muttered underneath her breath, bringing her hand to the ridge of her nose and letting out a pained groan. This was just what they needed in smuggler's paradise. "You have epilepsy and you decide to be a stowaway of all things."
"What was the plan?" She continued, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at the girl. "You just have an episode and then what? Some Blue Suns find you in a crawlspace in their ship after a year and half your corpse is rotted?"
"You must be like... sixteen at most." Bryci judged, before disregarding the girl when she heard Elam speak. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll catch you up to speed later on."
"A shower? Right now?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I'll need the go ahead from Guar and the Captain before I let you have one. Under escort, which you will be for the entirety of your stay on this ship, which will be prompt in dropping you on the nearest planet."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 2, 2014 19:31:51 GMT -8
"Shut the fuck up, I can do ANYTHING you can. I'm not weak." Tavia said, "I didn't even mean to be a stowaway, I was just so cold, and I felt the warmth of the ship and gravitated toward it."
"You're gonna escort me into the shower? Well thats awkward, I just met you and you're going to see my ass." She really wasn't taking this as seriously as she was supposed to.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 2, 2014 20:58:35 GMT -8
"Shut the fuck up, and stop being a cunty little brat," Guar snapped, stepping between Tavia and Bryci in order to both check on the now-conscious Elam and the chatty Turian girl. Checking Elam's basics, he nodded. "Welcome back, Avon. You're gonna have a bitchin' headache for awhile. Don't fuck with your bandages and take a few head pills. And don't mix 'em with alcohol."
"Fuck off," Elam grunted.
"You fuck off, and thank me later for not sticking my dick in your eye socket, you fucking foster child motherfucker."
To this, Elam simply nodded. He was busy focusing on raising himself up and getting situated with how gravity and motion worked again. Dizzy didn't even begin to describe it.
Turning to Tavia, Guar frowned. "No shower yet. Keep your lizard cooch dry. She's not your type," Guar glanced at Bryci, and attempted something along the lines of a wink. It looked like his eye had been swallowed by the lid in the same strange, uncomfortable way a boa constrictor unhinges its jaw to devour a whole rabbit. "Going to run those tests, at least to get some samples."
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 2, 2014 22:56:40 GMT -8
"Don't raise your voice to me." Bryci warned, casting a sideways glance at the Turian girl from her position next to Elam, attempting to assist the man in sitting upright. More so, she was just making sure that he didn't just fall off the other side. "I don't appreciate people raising their voice to me at all."
"She's not my type?" The girl inquired, cocking an eyebrow at Guar's attempt to wink. "Don't... uuh, don't do that again. That eye thing. That's a bit much."
"So, what is my type then Guar?" She continued, giving Elam some room. "Tall, dark and rapacious space Krogan doctors?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 3, 2014 20:08:42 GMT -8
"You're the one acting like I'm some fragile little doll cause I have seizures," Tavia retorted, "I am not weak."
She cocked her head, "Not your type? So you're staight? Alright...have fun with being wrong." She shrugged.
Turning to Guar she made a squealing noise, "What do you mean, tests? Like not blood tests or anything right?"
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