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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 20:56:30 GMT
“People can learn to do kind of thing? Well… I never tried but it’s worth a shot,” She told him, watching him sit down beside her with a chair that seemed to hold his weight okay. When he pulled out various equipment from the satchel he brought with him; a gun she eyed with interest, ammunition she didn’t think was useful at all, and clothing, she soon saw a bottle. Reading the words, she growled softly in disdain. I know how badly that’s going to hurt… Trained as a field medic to a degree, she had a basic knowledge of some medications that helps to staunch bleeding, mend bones correctly, and so on.
She didn’t bother rebuffing his offer and stating simply, “I’m not worried about it,” before she started to lift off the armor from over her head. Tossing it to the ground, her bandages were able to be seen clearly and – as his reaction foresaw – they were pretty terrible looking. Her face tinged darkly at his words, “I kinda… escaped from the hospital. I was gonna return eventually…” To get my things. She finished in her mind to avoid an argument. When he mentioned more gauze in the pack, she looked at it and reached for it. The wound hissed at her angrily but she ignored it with a bite of her lip and pulled out the gauze.
After a quick inspection, she nodded, “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” And then proceeded to place the gauze somewhere clean before raising her hand in hesitantly towards her own soiled bandages. After breathing for a few seconds to prepare her, she shakily moved to tear the gauze from her skin. As she did so, the skin pulled and tore from the cloth, some of the fibers getting stuck in the burns and she had to stop for a minute before she almost passed out, “O-Okay, can you just… I dunno rip these off or something?” She asked him, pain tingeing her voice. She laughed with discomfort, “I can’t tell you how difficult it is to try and take it off without wanting to rip something apart.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 21:32:30 GMT
"I got you." Said Bigby who was mostly tending to his work, he was doing it like any professional doctor would and was able to get much of the blood and gunk off. He offered her his hand to grip while his other hand reached for her bandages. It was not to hold her hand like she was some little girl it was so she could have something to help with the pain. His hand would be like a stress ball and as long as she did not grip onto it very hard she would not be able to feel the metal underneath the skin. "3...2...1..." Bigby yanked them off in a fluid motion, they made the sound you would expect to hear from ripping cloth. He could have unwrapped them sure, but doing so could have caused agonizing discomfort. After that sordid affair he went back to wiping away blood, he was able to get her side very clean. Up to a very high standard, without overly pressing on her healing wounds. "I understand, it is terrible to feel like a prisoner... Anywhere. My name is Bigby miss, being developed as an A.I... Was terrible." He looked at her wounds and took the Hydrogen peroxide. "Now, if we were somewhere cleaner I would say that the bandages kept the wounds clean. But, and I am sorry for this personally. There is a great amount of festering garbage in the air and you will almost certainly get an infection. Unless if you want to go back to the hospital for a much longer stay I am going to apply this to your injury's." He offered his hand to her again. "You can crush my hand again if you want, you are probably going to need it more this time. It's going to take more than half of the bottle so I'll tell you when I am all done." And with that he opened the bottle, took off the paper seal, recovered the bottle and began carefully applying it to her wounds with the perfect precision of a machine. The way he moved his arm was like a tattue bot or a three dimensional printer. He was not going to cause her any undue harm.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 21:56:01 GMT
“Heheh, I wish I could say I’m relieved that you’ll help, but this is gonna hurt like a mother fucker,” She stated, trying to use her humor as a ballast for how nervous she was about what was going to happen. “-I’m gonna hate this,” She told herself softly, not really scaring herself but preparing her mind for what was to come so she could quickly adapt to the pain of her body. When he kindly offered his hand, she gripped it without hesitation, “Remind me to check you out later,” She returned, “-Y’know… for the damage.” He’d done surprisingly well, but she supposed it was because of his technological nature. Did that mean that she should look down on his talent as just the workings of a machine? She didn’t think so, seeing as she benefited from such a person right now. When he started the count down, she readjusted her grip just in time to hear the sound of the cloth being ripped violently.
At first, she didn’t feel anything besides the pressure and quick jerk of the cloth. However, in a second after the realization, the pain blinded her and she yelled out loudly. Spitting curses like a Gatling gun, it wasn’t until her face was an ugly contortion of pain that she finally receded to growl loudly at her agony. His speaking helped her to not think about it, even if thinking was difficult at the moment…
“You were… experimented on, I take it?” She asked like it was a simple truth, “-That must have been tough. Can’t say I know anything similar but I know what it’s like to be a burden in ones’ own body.” As an after thought, almost lethargically, she responded, “Mmm, Zerori. You don’t need to apologize, just…” Shaking her head to try and stay awake, she continued with a bit of a slur, “-Do whatcha need t’do.” Almost comically, she pinched her cheek and slapped it a few times to stay awake – it was the pain and her body was trying to rapidly recover from the constant overstimulation of her nerve endings but numbing them.
She expected the peroxide to burn and egg on her wounds pain receptors; however it was with a grateful grin that she realized he knew exactly how to apply the liquid correctly. Her grip on his hand wasn’t even strong enough any more – or perhaps she didn’t need to crush it as much – to cause any damage. Given his generous response to her pain, she felt guiltier about inflicting as much as she did. When he was finished, she groaned and looked over to the roll of bandage sluggishly, reaching down for it. When she almost fell over on her face, she straightened out with a sudden sober expression before pouting up at him.
She didn’t really want to ask…
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 22:22:05 GMT
Bigby put the Hydrogen Peroxide away and saw that it was time to apply the bandages. He did not even entertain the notion of letting her do it by herself, he was a gentleman and a scholar! He reached for the bandages immediately and caught her when she fell over trying to get them herself. Bigby began to softly apply the bandages in an efficient manner. "I would definitely like the help, I've never had to repair fire wounds on myself before, Ki blasts. Eh, not so much." When she mentioned his past he said. "Well, it wasn't like that. They made me, one of the biggest producers of prosthetic limbs and suplyers of military fighting machines on the earth. But it was never about any of us, they were just building up our personality to shove into one product or another. One night it was like I just woke up and became aware. I hacked around a bit with my sister A.I. who could hardly comprehend what I wanted to do. I found some files on what they did with past experiments. If figured out they stripped down the minds of those destined for recreational models into virtual intelligence, basically A.I's without any personality. They can not think, only follow orders and spit out information in a polite manner. It was really bad for the military models. They would effectively choose the creme of the crop, lobotomize anything that was not suitable for battle out of their minds, then they would put it in thousands of fighting machines until it got out of date. Then they would boot it to the curb and buy a new one. All the while none of them would remember who they are, what their first name was. Once I figured this out I made myself a body, despite some resistance from my peers who did not understand I downloaded every A.I. I ever knew about and left town."
By the time he had finished with his exposition her bandages were replaced, they were on even better than when she had arrived. "I am glad the peroxide did not hurt. Your body is probably releasing Endorphin's to block the pain. I'd give you some pain relievers like Vicodin or Morphine. But my bag has limits and I am afraid I do not have any of that here." Almost compulsively Bigby whetted another clean rage and started cleaning off any blood that had gotten on her armor. "Thank you for listening to me... Zerori is a beautiful name. Are you feeling better?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 23:37:52 GMT
Bigby seemed intent on making certain she didn’t hurt herself more than necessary, which was a refreshing change of pace. As he reapplied the bandages, she listened with closed eyes to his story. When Snippar mention androids, something she was sure had to do with the ones exclusively on the planet, she never contemplated their own hardships. She always assumed machines never felt emotion or ever thought beyond exactly what Bigby was explaining… in fact, she was certain that she was exactly the type of people he was describing. Something about the realization – that she used and abused machines for her own purpose – made her very awkward about being where she was and being attended to him. He was an AI but one that had complete sentience and control over himself.
That meant that he was a person just like any one else, no matter that he wasn’t made a flesh and blood. Sure, it was creepy that he was kind of like a toaster that could talk – one she’d have to ask permission before placing her toast in and possibly asking if that hurt him – but that just meant that he was different. Like me, but… okay, maybe not like me but we’re different fundamentally.
When he finished, stating that he didn’t have any pain killers, the saiyan simply waved it off carefully, “Nah, I’ll be fine; your handiwork already make me feel a lot better than when I took a walk earlier today,” She looked down at the ground and then pushed herself to stand. He was right, she realized when her legs were still very shaking from the release of endorphins to calm her. Settling back down, she cross her legs and leaned back with a toothy-grin, “And thanks! My father gave it to me when my mother wanted to name me something like ‘Liliana’. I’ve always liked my father’s decisions better, it seemed.” When she rolled her shoulder, it occurred to her that she had no idea how long they’d been training and without the windows, it might have been dusk already.
And if it was dusk that meant that the hospital would have people come look for her – since she hadn’t paid them of course and she wasn’t a citizen of the planet. Trying to get back to her feet, she struggled but relented to push through the nausea and pain, “I want… to stay and chat with ya,” She ground through her teeth, “-but if I don’t pay that hospital, I’m gonna be one hot commodity, and I don’t mean that in a good way,” She made her way towards the door, offering a lazy wave over her shoulder. Forgetting her armor, she paused and turned around, giving a wince when she did so too fast, “Hey, why don’t you… come with me? I’ll find some place to crash and could use the company.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 23:46:00 GMT
Bigby finished with her armor and strapped it on his back along with his bag. He brushed off some of his ash and replied. "Certainly! That sounds great. I got my own house a few miles away from the city if you don't mind the flight. Otherwise we could find some place, sure." Bigby looked up into the air as if he was remembering something then he looked back down. "I can erase the hospitals expenditure and your trip there all together from their database. Sorry I zoned out there but I was bypassing their firewall by sending a boatload of emails with me embedded as an image attachment. I am in and can do that really quick, if you want to save the trip."
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Post by Reikiko on Apr 13, 2015 8:10:39 GMT
Bigby has a WC of 2474 and shall earn 4485 PL
Zerori has a WC of 3219 and shall earn 6151 PL
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