Lieutenant Calvert

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Axl's words only made Norrie increasingly disappointed in Jackson. "Usually, yeah. But he's good at doing as he's told," She sighed. "You hear that, Jackson? You're just as dumb as the grammar school teachers said you were," She huffed at the idiot in question, who looked at her like she was some kind of psychic who'd just told him how his grandparents died, right down to the day. "How'd you know that?" Jackson asked, dumbfounded, earning an oh good lord grumbled from Norrie.

"And what the fuck is the good of that? I don't think there's a single person alive who's EVER cooked that many different dishes in their lifetime," Norrie said. That sounded so oddly specific and utterly useless, but what the hell, better to know it and not need it that need it and not know it.

"Hey, c'mon now, Doc says lay off the gym bro activities, then that's what's gonna happen," Norrie protested, "though while I can't say you ain't going for a run next week, the goal is to keep you in one piece, no bombs'll be detonated here in the foreseeable future." The goal wasn't to see how long it'd take for him to die or pass out or whatever anymore, so unless some fuckwad accidentally pulled the pin on a grenade, Axl wasn't getting blown up.

Doctor Dan the Band-Aid Man nodded slowly as Axl rattled off all the instances of recent unconsciousness, a grim look on his face, making him look easily a decade past his middle-agedness. "Okay, well, doesn't sound too terrible, all things considered. In some cases, rehab is necessary to address cognative, physical, or emotional symptoms, but I think you'll be alright. S'long as you can count fine, walk straight, and don't feel like a hormonal pregnant woman, you probably won't need rehab," He said. "Yep, rest. Both mental, and physical, ideally." So long as Doctor Dan gave some form of written report, Norrie could justify pretty much anything he reccommended to her higher-ups. Much like a note from the school nurse excusing a student from class. Doctor Dan thought a moment about what Axl'd listed off previously before snapping his fingers and saying, "Right, onto the dislocation- thumbs are harder than other fingers. Those you can usually get away with just pulling on, thumbs you gotta do x-rays to make sure no bones are broken.... unless you've got a way of knowing that?" If that were the case, it'd simplify things a bit, and just leave the reduction procedure- gently manipulating the bone back into place, and how you do that changes based on the joint that's dislocated. Then the thumb is immobilized with a splint or spica cast to keep it stable while healing, usually three to six weeks.

D-94, "Axl"

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"Oo, so you have yourself a brainless puppet. Lucky you." Axl replied sarcastically, fanning his fingers out in a dramatic flair. "Can he do tricks? Dance the hokey pokey?" He asked with a snort, the corner of his mouth tipping up slightly. Personally, he'd rather have a loyal idiot than a backstabbing genius, so maybe Jackson wasn't so bad.

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"I have no fucking clue." He wrinkled his nose. "It wasn't MY decision. Nothing is EVER my decision." He would've used the space for something USEFUL, like how to perform surgery or the best plants to stop infection. Or used the space to store memory of stuff he already knew, like how to filet a human.

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His eyebrows creased just slightly and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not to spoil your insults, but I have things to do. Including eating and regaining important muscle I've lost due to being in a fucking cage 24/7. It may sound stupid, but if I were a human, I wouldn't be standing right now. I'm honestly surprised I AM. There's no way I'm taking it easy for however the fuck long he said." He half growled, eyes darkening at the thought of the stupidity humans had. Suuuure, make an ultimate weapon, then put it in a cage so that it DIES before you can USE IT. He would likely fail fighting a mere animal, but a battalion of trained soldiers? He'd keel over! He was WEAK, and he knew it. "Bullet wounds are almost as bad as bombs. It's highly likely that some idiot gets scared and shoots me." He scowled. "I will have every right to leave them a scar to remember, too. I will not tolerate being treated like a pet. If anyone wants me to do ANYTHING for them, they will treat me accordingly." He stated flatly, voice void of emotion again

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"Emotional symptoms, ooo. I'm scared. Sounds finicky." Axl snorted, arching an eyebrow. "And what IF I feel like a hormonal pregnant woman? Have been ever since I had intercourse with a hormonal teenage boy." He drawled with the most sarcasm that had ever been in his voice, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "As I've stated before, I don't have time to rest, so I'll chalk it up to not getting tortured again." He glanced at his metal hand and bent the fingers on it, lips twitching into a slight frown. He needed to find a mechanic shop around here somewhere. Maybe he could demand someone take him there. His arm needed a good cleaning and some oil and such. "Broken... oh, no. It's not broken." He paused, running the analysis quickly one more time. "No, not broken. Just dislocated." He repeated. The wires running from his mind to his metal arm also ran down his other one and into his hand, connecting to some stabilizing plates and metal coating the bones. It had been injured in the explosion, but they decided to repair that one. He could run diagnostics on that limb, and at the moment, it was in mint condition other than the thumb, his scratched up hand, and his shoulder.

(West. What the actual fuck did I read. Have I been rubbing off on you? I about choked on air trying not to laugh audibly😭)

Lieutenant Calvert

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"God no, it sucks," Norrie grumbled. "The hokey fuckin pokey? JACKSON. Raise your left hand," She barked, turning her attention to the 3rd grader trapped in a man's body mid-sentence. Jackson discreetly did the little L thing with his thumb and forefinger before, to his credit, raising the correct hand, with a bit of confusion on his face but no argument. "Yeah, no, I don't think he can do the hokey pokey," Norrie sighed.

"Eh, fair enough. Just seems like a waste of space, though," She said. But then again, there were worse things to waste space on. Like how to identify different rocks; what KIND it was didn't matter, so long as it was of a good throwing size.

"Yeah yeah, in due time. I can't rightfully let you go about fuckin yourself up worse just because you chose to do something stupid," Norrie said firmly, "If by tomorrow, you feel okay enough - and no goddamn lying about it - then you can do your gym bro shit, sound good?" Making him wait a week would probably do more harm than good anyway, he didn't seem like one to enjoy sitting around doing nothing. "Yeah, and I agree with that. I'm a firm believer in an eye-for-an-eye punishment system; someone takes a shot at you, you get to retaliate," She snorted. It'd probably solve bullying too, having the bully get beaten up for once. "Don't act like a vicious killer and you won't be treated like one. While I'm sure that never used to apply to you, it does here."

Doctor Dan the Band-Aid Man gave Axl a horrified look, trying to figure out if his sarcasm was just that or if he was being even the slightest bit serious. He decided he prooobably wasn't, but his brain was hurting nonetheless. Norrie snickered and said quietly enough that Doctor Dan wouldn't hear but Axl would, "You prolly took it in the ass, huh tough guy?" That was pretty much just a standard practice response, really. "Ayuh, that can be arranged," She said. Wasn't no need for torture, anyhow.

Doctor Dan nodded and said, "That's easier." With that, he gently bent Axl's thumb a little, moved it towards the palm, and carefully pressed it back into its normal position. (my oversimplifed version of the reduction process for a dislocated metacarpophalangeal joint haha) "How's that feel?" He asked. It'd be sore, probably hurt like a bitch, really, for a few weeks. "Anything else?"

I haven't been able to sleep for two FUCKING WEEKS because of the puppy, so DO NOT BLAME ME if my brain is going haywire xD. I am LOSING it)

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Axl

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The hybrid tried not to facepalm, wincing. "Goddamn. That's rough." Good thing HE didn't have to deal with that nincompoop. Jackson would likely be dead. He had very little patience for stupid people that didn't wear signs. Sadly, he hadn't been able to do anything, as he was usually chained up.

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"It is a waste of space." Axl agreed with a shrug. "I don't know of a way to get rid of it, though. It's not like I can plug the computer in my brain into another computer and upload the data onto it." He stated drily. No, the people had completely sealed off his skull. There was no getting in there anymore, thank the lord.

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"I guess I can't do Jackson, then." He commented without hesitation, voice so flat and gaze so steady he may NOT have been joking. Unless you looked a LITTLE closer and saw the mischevious twinkle in his black eyes. "You can't stop me from lying, but I will refrain from doing so. Mostly. Those are acceptable terms." He inclined his head slightly. He could deal with listening to one or two instructions if he at least got to negotiate the deal. It wasn't one week, but one day now, and that was a helluva lot better than dying of boredom. "I will retaliate." He grumbled, then lifted an eyebrow. "As you said, I've never been given the chance to prove I'm not just a vicious killer. I do have some self control, proven by the fact I haven't touched a hair on anyone's head since we got here." He made sure to add since we got here, as he had TECHNICALLY crushed the guy's hand, but that was payback and they were being a total dipshit. And a coward.

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Axl's lips twisted into a slight smirk at the doc's terrified look. Horrified. Slightly repulsed. For once, it was not because of how he looked, but because of something he said. His wings twitched upwards as his smirk grew slightly at Norrie's words. "Oh of course. I am no coward." He murmured smoothly, not missing a beat. "I'm glad it can be arranged. I was hoping so."

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A low rumble of distrust and slight pain emanated from Axl's chest as the doctor grabbed his hand and slowly bent his thumb back. His eyes narrowed and he resisted the urge to yank his hand back and whack them. He fucking HATED people touching him, for obvious reasons, and this was no exception. The hair on the back of his neck bristled slightly and he stiffened, staying that way as they fixed-ish the thumb. He ran diagnostics immediately and found that it was, indeed, back in place, but there were some torn thingermajigs that needed to heal. "I can barely feel it." He replied gruffly, curling his hand into a fist and pulling it back. "I'm sure there's more I don't know about, but I don't feel distinct stabbing pain anywhere else, so no." Axl stated, jaw tightening slightly as he thought. His dark eyes flashed and he glanced around, almost as if trapped. He WAS trapped. Like it or not, he was the militaries property now, and he wasn't allowed to leave. Just another slave, even if he wasn't treated like it. His nostrils flared slightly and he turned his attention back to them. A trapped predator was far more dangerous than a not trapped one. Someone who felt threatened would always lash out. They would see just how far his limits went soon.

(gimme da puppy. I have a high energy border collie who'd love someone to play with that isn't the cat, he plays too rough xD Also pffft nah unhinged is funny lmao)

Lieutenant Calvert

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"Very," Norrie grumbled. Working with Jackson was like working with a small child who'd only recently learned the abc's and was very excited to sing that dopey little song to you. (I swear, I didn't intend for Jackson to be a total dipshit, he just turned out that way but it kinda works xD)

"Huh. Maybe that's a good thing though, so no content from a certain site with a black- and orange- logo can be uploaded," She said with a snort. Whether or not he'd get that one Norrie wasn't sure, and really didn't give a shit.

"Ohmygod," She choked out at a whisper, jaw clenched and staring at the floor, trying her damned hardest not to laugh. It was SO fuckin hard though, be HOLY SHIT. Axl was so goddamn unhinged. It was hilarious. "Good, thanks. And uhh, that one's not up to me, talk to Jackson," She said. Norrie had a strange feeling, almost a knowing, that if asked, Jackson'd probably shrug and just say sure. "See? You'll be just fine then," She stated. Probably. Even if he hadn't specified since we got here, Norrie wouldn't've cared enough about that box of rocks's hand to correct Axl.

"Knew it," She whispered, smirking, "so you can't say you had intercourse with a hormonal teenage boy, you got railed by a hormonal teenage boy." That was somehow worse. (I'm so sorry for writing that, I just couldn't not >>;)

"Well that's good," Doctor Dan said, and almost warmly. To him, Axl was just another patient, just... more terrifyingly capable of tearing him to shreds should he choose to. "Well then, you're free to go," He said, smiling a little, "And hopefully you don't have to come see me again soon." Not that he would mind treating Axl again, he just hoped he didn't get so badly wounded again. Which, logically he probably would at some point or another, but still. "Alright, thanks doc," Norrie said, then turned her attention back to Axl. "Come on, then. Places to be n' shit." She led Axl back the way they'd come, being all too familiar with the place herself. While walking, she asked, "That's that done, anything else ya need? Other than food, obviously." Food was already on the list of things to do.

(You can take himmmmm xD. You actually can't, he was damn expensive. I love border collies <3

Unhinged IS funny and as long as I have a puppy, I'll be sleep deprived enough for this rp to be HILARIOUS)

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Axl

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(YOU NEED TO HELP ME THERE ARE SO MANY SITES WITH BLACK AND ORANGE LOGOOOOS)

(Casually ignores that paragraph)

His eyes sparkled with a bit more gumph as she stared at the ground, barely suppressing laughter. "What? Did I say something?" He asked with all the innocence of a 6 year old child. It wasn't like he had literal horns or anything. Pfft. Noooo. The scientists, the fighting ring people, all of them could whip him and taser him and shoot him and stab him, but they could never break the very foundation of his personality. Obviously, they had changed it drastically and ruined it a little, but he would always be a dark humor person. Torture or not. He may be completely insane, but at least he'd either horrify or make people laugh on the way out. "I would prefer not to ask Jackson. In all seriousness, I don't want to be sexually attacked by someone that would lose to an ox in uno." He snorted, ear twitching slightly. "I'll just do it without asking him. Problem solved." The slightest bit of an evil smirk touched his lips. "Uh huhhhh... perfectly fine. Sure." He didn't really BELIEVE her, but whatever. One more bullet wound or stab wound wouldn't kill him. Unless it was placed very well and caught him off guard.

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"I appreciate the correction. How mortified I would've been when giving my public speech and making that massive mistake. I'll be sure to specific I was railed by a hormonal teenage boy." He replied with a slightly sarcastic tone, though it was minute. (Not me appreciating it hehehe. I want to make Axl the most unhinged mentally screwed up character ever. In a different way than Leo xD)

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Axl furrowed his brow just slightly, but gave no other indication of emotion, something he really seemed to lack. Showing emotion was a sign of weakness, after all. His lips downturned at the word choice of the doctor. "Free to go, mm? Tell that to the people who won't let me leave this place." He replied evenly, voice measured and careful. He knew that no matter how perfect he was and no matter how much he did for them, he was still just a tool. An intelligent, deadly tool.

He ran his tongue over his fangs at the mention of food, immediately reminded of how starving he was. Okay, maybe not starving, but definitely extremely hungry. His footsteps, again, were silent as he walked, examining the blueprints to the building again in his right retina display. It wasn't awfully complex, and he was sure he could memorize it quickly. He lifted his chin slightly, sniffing the air... there. People, people, food. "I never knew I needed food until now." He responded in a wry tone. "But no. I will be able to survive with the miracles that have already been bestowed upon me." Even if he didn't trust any of them at all, they had still treated him better than others. At least he was a valuable slave now. Not just a piece of junk. If they took care of him like he was a real slave, a live one, gave him food and water and shelter, they were surely under the impression that he would work for them, no questions asked. Humans. They were funny creatures. He knew the feeling, considering he was part human.

(clicky. Oh goody! xD Okay, I'll give you a clue; the site lonely guys visit when they haven't had sexual relations with anything but their own hand in what they think is too long >,>)

Lieutenant Calvert

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Norrie shot him a glare and shook her head slightly. Not in a "nosir, you said nothing" way, nuh-uh, more of an "oh shut up you know exactly what" way. Because he DID know damn well what. "Oh-unholy-fuck. He wouldn't even notice, except maybe think he's shitting in reverse," She snickered quietly. Poor Jackson. He was dumber than a sack of hammers, sure, but still. At least he tried. Or, Norrie thought he did. Hard to say.

"You're welcome. It'll look better for you when you wind up in the slammer for child molestation or some shit," She muttered. Maybe the [hopefully hypothetical] kid would get in trouble for adult molestation, or maybe he'd count as a zoophile. Also hard to say. (I swear to god, imagine if the Gleo was like this xD Poor Leo could never😭)

"Well, uh, I imagine if you left you'd get shot or something," Doctor Dan mumbled. It was pretty true, too, unfortunately. Even if he did manage to get outside of the wall, he'd be the sole target of the sentries. How delightful.

For a fella so tall, he was awfully catlike and quiet when walking, Norrie thought with some lazy amusement. "We-ell, we've missed lunch and too early for dinner, wouldja rather wait a few hours or see how much yelling it takes from me to rouse some grub?" She offered. Honestly, the latter option sounded delightful, and she wasn't even hungry. The idea of yelling at some poor bastards was appealing, considering she hadn't had to in a while. Then agaaaain, the cooks may not be too happy with that. Then again again, who gives a shit? If they have the audacity to not be happy about being yelled at, they deserved to be yelled at, dammit!

(LOL

I am proud to announce I have no fucking clue what you're talking about and I have a pure soul xD. That's a blatant lie- the second part. I actually dunno xD)

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Axl

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He knew she knew he knew what, but he didn't give a rats ass. His goal was to be as annoyingly funny as possible. Jackson WAS stupid so it was at least true. His mouth twitched at her words, like he was suppressing a smile, and his wings tucked into him slightly. "All the more reason to stay away from him. He wouldn't have the balls to take it in the ass like a man." He murmured, mischevious smirk visible now.

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"That would only happen if I get caught. I happen to be one of the highly trained specialists of NOT getting caught, so I think I'll be fine." He stated with an air of regal-ness. Ah, yes. They'd regret making him stealthy. He would use it to rail children. That sounded so fucking wrong. Teenagers. That was a little better... well.. not really. Pfft, it was fiiine. Not like he was thinking about becoming a pedophile, nooo.

(Leo would be literally dying right now. Axl and Leo would NOT get along xD. Axl and Glory however? We may have to merge the rp's for, like, a day, after Axl and Norrie figured out how to teleport, go back, have them meet, and oodle the result XD)

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"Exactly my point. Not free to go." He stated coldly, trying not to frown with displeasure. He was a prisoner, whether he liked it or not.

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Axl's ear twitched towards Norrie and he tilted his head slightly. "The latter option. If I do die, I would prefer it not be of starvation." He said dramatically. "On that note, I'm sure you'll enjoy yelling at innocent people, and I will enjoy watching." Axl added, spreading his wings slightly as they walked and brushing some dirt off of the outside with his human hand.

(West. THE HUB. The one that starts with P and rhymes with CORN. T-T)

Lieutenant Calvert

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"I can't even argue with that. Poor bastard," Norrie whispered. So cruel to poor Jackson, when all he did was score in the double-digits on his IQ test. Actually, some days it seems more like the single digits. He must've been a very slippery baby.

"You'll make news headlines: Micropenis Maniac is still at large," She murmured with a smirk. That sentence was both hilariously dark and rather goofy- micro and large generally don't go in a sentence together unless you're comparing opposites. (Axl and Leo would be mortal enemies omg xD That would be SO. FUCKING. CHAOTIC. I love it lmao)

"Wonderful choice," Norrie said, grinning. "To the mess hall, then." She set off with all too much excitement for literally just yelling at people for food, but hey, 'twas quite fun. She kicked the doors open and shouted, "WHAT'S UP BITCHESSSS." She almost expected some booing and grumbling from the kitchen but nope, no booing, just grumbling. "The fuck y'all got going on for dinner?" She barked, unable to keep the grin off her face. The answer was shouted right back at her. "GRILLED CHICKEN, BEEF STEW, AND LASAGNA! NOW FUCK OFF!" The last part went by Norrie without any actual pissed yelling, luckily for whoever said it. On a normal day, that'd have been fuel for one helluva shouting match. "Well, there's your options. I ain't your mommy, have whatever the fuck you want," She told Axl. Even if they tried to tell Norrie to wait until dinnertime actually rolled around, nobody would have the guts to say it to Axl.

(OHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHH IGOTYOU THATMAKESWAYMORESENSEHOLYCRAP)

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Axl

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"I don't do sympathy well, but sure. Poor bastard." Axl commented quietly with a snort. Sympathy was also a sort of sign of weakness, but he just didn't do it well in general. Like, oh, you had to eat stale cereal for breakfast? Well I got blown up when I was 3. Fuck your life.

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"Don't assume, darling. You never know. Unless that was a prompt for wanting to find out." He purred, knowing daaaamn well there was a fucking LOT wrong with that sentence and he may be killed for it. Eh, it was worth it. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face. If anyone thought THEY were dirty minded, hang around Axl for three minutes and you'd have a dosage of trauma and some new thoughts on life.

(They would HATE each other xD. I'd LOVE to roleplay a scene where they meet. Axl flirting with Glory in the worst way and Leo attacking him for it. Dragon against hybrid. Who would win XDDDD)

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"I'm glad you approve. I guessed you would." He mused, pausing before following with the same, silent, stalking method he normally used. "I do have one request, if not two. If it isn't too much to ask, I'd appreciate a shirt and a new pair of pants. Not that I don't like showing off my rugged scars and powerful musculature, but I already get stared at for enough things as it is." Axl stated, wings flicking slightly forward around his shoulders as he glanced around. Always the contradiction. He was the definition of confidence one second and looked like a caged animal the next. Of course, his unease only showed through his mask every once in a while. His ears perked forward slightly and his eyebrows lifted as Norrie opened the door and immediately shouted. As the answer was shouted, he had to bite back a chuckle... no damn way was he CHUCKLING right now. "But you want to be." He mumbled with a wrinkle of his nose and a hidden smirk, then regained his composure. Two things he could get murdered for. He moved forward and poked his head in the kitchen door. "Extra grilled chicken lying around anywhere? By that I mean point out what y'all will least likely miss, cause I'm leaving this kitchen with grilled chicken." He asked, scanning the room quickly.