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suitably_heroic"I can't believe he actually has friends," Mira muttered. "I mean, I know some of you saw one, but I'm still pretty sure that was just a vivid hallucination."
Mical plucked the comlink out of her hands. "He does," he said, "and I have just notified them of his present state. It is a shame we couldn't recover this earlier; I can only imagine they have been worried."
Mira rolled her eyes at him.
"... all right, he is overly abrasive," Mical allowed. "But he took a beating because we could not exercise patience." He looked up towards the kolto tank that still held Atton's now largely-healed body. Unfortunately, they had not been in time, and some of the scars that loomed large across the man's torso and arms were... ugly.
At least they had been received well here in Ahto City. It made things easier - and gave them a chance to consider the future.
"They're planning to take him out in about ten minutes," Mira said, hopping off the cabinet she'd been sitting on. "Do you wanna be here when he gets out? Because I don't. Someone's going to have to tell him about Meetra."
"True," Mical said. "Perhaps we'll be lucky and he will take it with grace..."
"I wouldn't count on it," she said, strolling past him and out of the room.
He blew out a sigh and turned back towards the tank. "I suppose I will be here, then..."
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Mical plucked the comlink out of her hands. "He does," he said, "and I have just notified them of his present state. It is a shame we couldn't recover this earlier; I can only imagine they have been worried."
Mira rolled her eyes at him.
"... all right, he is overly abrasive," Mical allowed. "But he took a beating because we could not exercise patience." He looked up towards the kolto tank that still held Atton's now largely-healed body. Unfortunately, they had not been in time, and some of the scars that loomed large across the man's torso and arms were... ugly.
At least they had been received well here in Ahto City. It made things easier - and gave them a chance to consider the future.
"They're planning to take him out in about ten minutes," Mira said, hopping off the cabinet she'd been sitting on. "Do you wanna be here when he gets out? Because I don't. Someone's going to have to tell him about Meetra."
"True," Mical said. "Perhaps we'll be lucky and he will take it with grace..."
"I wouldn't count on it," she said, strolling past him and out of the room.
He blew out a sigh and turned back towards the tank. "I suppose I will be here, then..."
[[ for those who know who they are - and a little bit of ocd ]]
Re: In Which Atton Is Decanted
Date: 2014-07-21 01:02 pm (UTC)"Ah. Shit." He swallowed, and then shook his head. "But, like, everything is all attached, right? He's not gonna get out of there and walk around for a bit and then realize he's been missing his spleen or something, oops?"
Re: In Which Atton Is Decanted
Date: 2014-07-21 01:06 pm (UTC)Re: In Which Atton Is Decanted
Date: 2014-07-21 01:10 pm (UTC)"So he wears more layers when he goes to the beach, now. At least he's alive." A beat. "Some people think scars are sexy."
Another beat.
"I'm going to punch his stupid face."
Sparkle was having feelings. Save yourself, Mical.
Re: In Which Atton Is Decanted
Date: 2014-07-21 01:11 pm (UTC)He'd scarper off as soon as the procedure was complete; then he'd commiserate with Brianna about the oddness of it all.