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Such an act I am engineer Iwan Summers but most people call me Ivan or Sum. I served at first on a small unknown ship, before I got transferred to the USS Enterprise. I may not be the nicest person, but I keep everything going.

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                   [   Be free of boundaries and                                           be whoever you want to be.   ]

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Making it official: Iwan moved to my multimuse blog. He is over there and I’m pumped to rp with him again!!!

Anybody that wants to continue our threads, please message me.

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Making it official: Iwan moved to my multimuse blog. He is over there and I’m pumped to rp with him again!!!

Anybody that wants to continue our threads, please message me.

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                                               [ Don’t you hate it, when you       can’t decide who to be today? ]

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Hiatus

Sorry guys, I kinda lost my muse for Iwan. So hiatus until further notice. Find me here.

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              [Take me for what I am.

                                                          Who I was meant to be.]

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"Well, the thing is, I’m a pretty clever guy, but I’m almost sure this problem falls out of the stuff I’m specialised in. Means: I need another clever guy. You, for example."

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"I’m flattered.What kind of problems are we talking about? And what make you think I’d be willing to help?"

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"I'm almost sure, what I have to say will be interesting enough for you to work with me... otherwise you're a cripple, don't forget that."

"Back home, I saw something impossible. Physically impossible and since physics ain't my thing... I did some research on you and yer particle accelerator."

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Eric McNally

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        Indie RP Blog        Semi-Selective        5+ years of roleplaying. Three here on Tumblr.        Fandom is Breakfast with Scot (Fairly unknown)        Kinda multi-ship?        Multi-verse        Mun and Muse: 18+                                                                                                                     Dorky Mun

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Imagine Person A (the tougher of the two) breaking down and crying in Person B’s arms.

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"You again? I haven't seen you around since our last meeting."

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"Summers. I believe we haven’t met yet, but I was told to fix something for you?"

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"Patrick Jane." he introduced himself. "Well my car is broken, it’s old one and people said you are the best with old cars like mine." he mentioned to Austin Light 12/6.

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"Old cars, new cars... If it has tires I can fix it." Iwan assured the other man as he had to suppress a grin. His reputation precedes him. "Although, a car this old... I might forget to sleep in order for you to get yer baby back sooner."

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"Summers. I believe we haven't met yet, but I was told to fix something for you?"

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Point out sad parts about my character's story.

(Yep; pay back time! Let’s see if you’ve been paying good enough attention to make the writer cry, for a change.)

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OPEN

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"Ahh and do tell me, how is our little meeting going to go?" She mused, venom slipping off of her words in mockery, as black hues watched the figure.  He did not fear her as others did, nor did he act as…well-wishing to kill her.  She was a target for many people in the galaxy, and this encounter was of the few different. The whole situation was quite peculiar, though Nebula dared not show her interest.

"What is it you want?” She questioned, voice a low command.

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"Geez, slow down. What could I possibly want from you..." He mocked her, which was probably a bad idea judging by the fact that she had a weapon and he was unarmed, but whatever. 

His small smile grew into something unreadable as his hands wandered into his pockets and he began to shift from one foot to the other one. He wasn't nervous, though, he was excited.

"How about we start over again?"

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The friend you love to hate //Closed

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"S’ry, if I’m being a bother, Scotty." He mumbled. Iwans body was numb, but the painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet. He didn’t feel guilty for bothering the other man with his problems, actually Iwan had lost the ability to feel guilty a few years ago. He wasn’t one of these psycho-killers that had fun murdering people, he just didn’t feel guilty for taking another life. He started to ignore the guilt until it faded away completely. It was weird and at one point he was scared of what he had become, but then he realised it helped him survive. He didn’t like it, he accepted it.

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"Don’t worry about it." His speech is distracted, absent; all his focus right now is on stopping the bleeding and then, if he has to, stitching up the wound. Likely the muscle will be torn in a way he can’t fix, and if Iwan’s an idiot as usual anytime soon he’ll just rip it open again. 

In short, bullet wounds are a hassle.

Finally, finally, he’s done, black surgeon’s thread standing out against the skin. He covers it with clean white bandages, then looks back at his friend’s face. “You need anything more?”

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"Might need yer help to get to me bed." He answered automatically, without looking up to the other man. Iwan was done, he felt dizzy and tired and might throw up, but he didn't want to got to the loo. He was almost afraid of seeing himself in the mirror, knowing he probably looked worse than he had ever before. Or at least he felt worse, but thankfully the pain killers were kicking in.

As Iwan tried to get up the floor started moving and he had to sit down again. "Let me correct myself: I really need your help." He murmured and looked to his roommate.  Iwan really would rather not crawl back to bed, but he figured he could forget his pride every once in a while, if the other man wasn't going to help.

"Please?"

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                       ”Excuse me, I have a name.                                   I also have a job, okay?                          Now,  I suggest you listen to me, and                                               step away from the pipes.”

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                "Excuse you, but I don't care.          I'm going to stand as close to the pipes as I want,                 because as you mentioned earlier          you have a job and so do I."