The Bearded One

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I'm just trying to think of something at least somewhat interesting and also relevant to say.

Also: I'm afraid I made the mistake of having John ignore almost everyone, like, a lot of times. By now I think you could call this mistake a newfound habit of mine. I'm sorry to anyone I annoyed with this. I'll see what I can do to avoid doing it again.

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Pretty good, yeah.

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Hmm, looking back, that post is a bit lackluster. Think I'll take some time and polish it up right now.

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The hook up between John's cybernetic and Zesiro's radio went quickly; a routine bit of work for John, for whatever reason he mostly delegated to the young man, only jumping in when he got stuck, and even then tending to only point out a portion of the cybernetic and explain its purpose. A quiet grin spread across his face when the work was complete.

He spent the rest of the time in the castle alternating between searching out other exits and watching Twain at work on the burned girl. The tools the man used were, by John's standards, incredibly primitive, and he watched the procedure as a scientist with a telescope might watch an ape with a stick and yet still marvel at all that the stick accomplished. Except when magic was involved; then John felt like the one with the stick.

Later, as he fell into sleep on the helicopter ride he looked about at the other's similar struggles with wakefulness, his mind drifting back to Twain's operation and thinking cynical thoughts...

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He woke in a bed made for someone twice his size wearing comfortable pyjamas that where baby blue and covered in yellow ducks and where clearly made for children. John rolled his eyes and sighed as he sat up in bed, then did it again when he saw that someone had provided neon pink slippers made to look like rabbits. Shuffling into the footwear, he strolled to the window and recoiled at what he saw. "Chikushō." he swore under his breath, a slight sheen of sweat developing on his brow. After a quick fevered look for his medication, he took a moment to collect himself. With difficulty, he walked out of the room, cringing at every noise as he searched for a way out.

After his first round, he came back to notice a group forming in the hall, catching a snippet of conversation he jumped right in. "Yeah, holding facility sounds about right. No obvious exits; just woke up, so I haven't had a chance to look for non obvious exits." John said, his voice drifting in ahead of his bunny slipper clad feet. A slight smirk spread across his face as he saw the other three. "You too? And here I thought this is what I got for sassing people. Nice fashion sense, whoever chose these duds. Very snazzy." he said dryly, flopping himself down on the only chair in the room. There was a slight fidget as he talked; just a bit too much hand movement, a touch of chewing the inside of his mouth, nervous habits suggesting he was anxious about something and trying to distract himself.

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I just need to know if John's got his eye or if they took that too. Assuming his meds are gone :P

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"Hmm, yes, I see your point Twain. Altogether too many civilians about. Wasting time on questions? Tut tut, no problem prioritization at all. They'd likely get themselves buried alive if left to their own devices."

"Oh, and wait up there, Zes, I may be able to help with your problem." John grunted as he turned his back and began prying at his eye. He paused a moment, glancing back at the winged girl "May want to look away here." he said.

A slick pop later he was holding the cold, damp, and slightly sticky black and silver orb in his hand keeping his eyelid closed tight to spare the group the sight of his empty socket. "Catch." he says, tossing the little ball at Zesiro. "Eye's got access to every channel the eggheads back home ever thought of, and some they hadn't. Not much use for communicating on its own, 'cause it's got no real UI, but it might work as a transmitter."

John raised an eyebrow "Or have you never learned how to jury rig a piece of type 4 crap to a top of the line type 10 cybernetic?"

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Just got back!

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Probably won't be able to post for another couple days. Sorry for the silence- was busy with the holidays.

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Ok, here's a post! Not sure if I messed up here. Trying to stick with how his character is supposed to be while not having him act like a creep is turning out slightly more difficult than intended.

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"My official title is science dwarf, but I can't blame you for not knowing; I impersonate tall people remarkably well."

"But yeah, good plan boss. I wasn't really looking forward to taking down a dragon today anyway. We should probably split up, get this scouting done faster." John said as he insinuated himself beside the feathered girl, darting out a hand to grab hers, swiftly bowing over it to give it a kiss. "Groups of two... for safety of course."

"Your wings are beautiful my dear; are they natural or spliced in?"