Huh? Ah yes, the military sent me! I've been told to set up an outpost. You are..?
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@settingupanoutpost
Huh? Ah yes, the military sent me! I've been told to set up an outpost. You are..?
what the actual fuck
As long as I'm alive I will hate Scott and that is a promise
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me say it again."
"I am fine."
"Viktor Legundo. I order you to go rest." she hissed, crossing her arms.
"I..." he froze slightly. "Yes, ma'am..."
"Is there anything you need to rest?"
"I'm not sure... sorry, ma'am."
She sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch her nose bridge before turning around to look at him, placing a hand firmly on her own hip. "Alright, what is my name Doc..?"
"...Miss Apo Kuna."
"Remove the miss."
@doctor-legundo
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me say it again."
"I am fine."
"Viktor Legundo. I order you to go rest." she hissed, crossing her arms.
"I..." he froze slightly. "Yes, ma'am..."
"Is there anything you need to rest?"
"I'm not sure... sorry, ma'am."
She sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch her nose bridge before turning around to look at him, placing a hand firmly on her own hip. "Alright, what is my name Doc..?"
"...Miss Apo Kuna."
"Remove the miss."
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me say it again."
"I am fine."
"Viktor Legundo. I order you to go rest." she hissed, crossing her arms.
"I..." he froze slightly. "Yes, ma'am..."
"Is there anything you need to rest?"
"I'm not sure... sorry, ma'am."
She sighed, bringing a hand up to pinch her nose bridge before turning around to look at him, placing a hand firmly on her own hip. "Alright, what is my name Doc..?"
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me say it again."
"I am fine."
"Viktor Legundo. I order you to go rest." she hissed, crossing her arms.
"I..." he froze slightly. "Yes, ma'am..."
"Is there anything you need to rest?"
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me say it again."
"I am fine."
"Viktor Legundo. I order you to go rest." she hissed, crossing her arms.
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me say it again."
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
"I'm sure you can guess."
"Not enough then. Go lay down please."
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
"A bit."
"... How much is a bit?"
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I fed not too long ago." It wasn't a lie, rather a painful painful truth.
".... If you say so. Have you been resting?"
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
He caught it, but set it on a clean counter. "I don't want to."
"Why not?"
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
"I always feel guilty..."
"You better." she hissed before walking to the fridge and grabbed a slab of raw beef, throwing it at Legundo. "eat."
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
"I didn't mean to! I promise I didn't mean to!!! It just... happened..."
"You still did. I hope you feel guilty."
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"
"I... don't know. I killed more people. And turned someone..." His voice shook slightly
She stiffened "You TURNED someone??? Why would you do that! Nobody deserves this fuckass curse!"
There was a knock on Apo's door. He'd changed his clothes upon the memory that Apo hated blood, but the grief and pain on his face was enough to tell he was struggling.
@doctor-legundo
Apo closed her journal, putting her pen away and standing up from her desk. They brushed off their dress to ensure it looked presentable, she had to always look her best after all. She moved to the door and opened it, not expecting to see Legundo of all people. "oh! Doc- hi. Need somethin?"
"Can... can I come in?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a mumble as he glanced around to make sure nobody else was here but the two.
She sighed, stepping aside. "yeah, you can. Cherri is out shopping.. What's up?"
"I just... need a place to hide. Or a distraction. Or anything." He sighed, fiddling with his cloak to hide something on his back.
"... And what are you hiding from mister?" she teased
"Guilt." His reply was simple, but it carried a haunting truth.
She shivered as thoughts of what he could've done ran through her mind... Horrible images flashing her brain. "Oh my god- okay, yeah, sure. Um, come on in I guess.."
"Thank you-" He said quietly, stepping in.
"Yeah um... Want to talk about it?"