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Leti Drom

@Niraead

Call me the Captain. Inquire within.

Guess who's footloose and bullet-free? This one!


ooc: Shit. Laundry.


But for once. But that, as they say, is another story.


I do miss you, Professor. I hope I can see you again.


ooc: Oh hell, I forgot my concert pants. On no sleep... wish me luck.


ooc: FINALLY. FUCKING FAILWHALE I WILL MELT ITS EYES.


ooc: Hour of class coming my way. Back at two my time.


I did promise.


You know I still haven't actually ever seen a Dalek.


*So magnificently perverse a drug. Miracle. Extracted from the human dead...*


*-even need to breathe. My cells are scrambling to reform themselves, and I laugh aloud*


*-before I pull the trigger, gasping as the glowing blue liquid is emptied into my blood. The pain is lost in a rush of ecstasy. I don't-*


*My fist is tight around the syringe, my teeth gritting together as I load it weakly into the gun, aiming it just beside the bullet wound-*


*-inside, my body still trembling slightly* @BelovedVessel {Take me down, love, take me down... I need the Zydrate now}


*I am able to struggle my way to the door of @BelovedVessel, pressing my Disruptor weakly to the isomorphic lock, fairly crawling my way-*


At... some point.


It's just as well you're gone forever.


You'd be sick with what I've become.


{I remember when I would be made to lick my own blood from my bedroom floor... when you shattered my legs...}


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