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Draegos Draegos John Wu's along the building wall, staying two steps in front of Nightwalker's Shock Rifle assault, and returns fire with his enforcers. Nightwalker is assaulted by the sudden understanding that the reason Draegos prefers the "old-fashioned" weapon is that its accuracy and rate of fire are higher than even the instagib. The two proceed to shoot up the downtown area as they go, leaving a trail of mortar rubble in their wake. Bob is unaffected. "Damn deadie." A particularly well-placed Enforcer shot clips the handrail right in front of Nightwalker just as he's aiming, sending him tumbling. His shot goes wide, and buries Draegos under a pile of building. Draegos pulls himself out of the rubble and whips up his Enforcers to resume fire, but hears only the click of empty chambers. Similarly, as Nightwalker pulls the trigger, the only response is his weapon auto-switching to the useless bio-rifle for lack of ammunition. For a long, painful moment they stand pointing their ineffectual weapons at one another; a breeze blows through the allyway. "Aw, screw this. Let's go oggle the waitresses at Anna Millers. You coming?" Meagen [OOC] Ah, nuts. D'you know one more visit to the UFL hospital would probably net you two a membership card or something? Meagen - who would have liked to play that gamme more, but no-one ever wanted to join her. Draegos Aww... I'm sorry, Meagan, I didn't realize all your efforts were being ignored. Tell you what: why don't I come down to the emergency room and pretend to be sick? I'll let you doctor me all you want, I'm sure it'll make you feel better. Be sure to wear your nurse outfit! (God, I am so gonna die for this...) - S Douglas "Draegos" Thompson, deceased Nightwalker AK Um, yeah, Anna Miller's sounds good. Well, as soon as you recover from what Meagen's about to do to you. (If you find the need to Run Like Hell(tm) from the wrath of a Largo fangirl, there's a Myrmidon parked around the corner, keys are in it.) Draegos Okay, truce then. We'll hang out at Miller's until it's time for Meagan's shift and I go selflessly help cheer her up by checking her out in her nurse costume. [/OOC] "Now pass the apple pie, you disgusting Miho lover. No, not that, that's the blueberry! Damn it, can't you deadies do anything right?" [Sometime later, presumably.] Looks around the Emergency Room for Meagan. Checks watch. Sways back and forth. Checks watch again. Finally, Draegos sighs and walks back to Anna Millers; sits down at the table where Nightwalker is still stuffing his Miho-loving face, and orders a drink. "Man, she stood me up... (sniff...)" - S Douglas "Draegos" Thompson, deceased Nightwalker AK It's okay Draegos, you know Meagen likes to lurk. I'm certain she just got caught up in her work. ...you can stop pointing the Enforcer at me under the table now. Draegos "A... precautionary measure only, I assure you, Nights. *sniff* "I only wanted to see Maegan in her nurse costume that's not so much to ask why duz this happen to me I meet a girl I like and it getz all screwed up 'n I don't even know what I did wrong..." *sniff sniff* * Embraces Nightwalker and weeps uncontrolably. * - S Douglas "Draegos" Thompson, deceased Meagen This was a sight I did not expect to see anytime soon. Draegos, Yuki fan extraordinare and liberator of Sad Girls in Snow everywhere, being dragged in on the shoulder of his arch-nemesis, Nightwalker, well-known Mihoist. "What did you do to him this time?", I demanded, hopping up from my worktable to help Nightwalker ease his enemy on one of the beds. "UT weapons? High explosives? Or was it the 16-ton weight *again*?" "It wasn't my fault this time", the dark alcolyte protested. "He drank too much and got all weepy on me. Then he drank some more and got all uncouncious on me. So I brought him here." "Oh yeah, no Yuki in the past twenty strips or so, was there?", I nodded in understanding. "Poor guy." "Actually", Nightwalker smiled nastily, as does one who knows an enemy's dirty secret and is more than happy to share it. "He came here sometime ago, looking for you." "I was over in Shinbashi", I explained. "Ah. Well, he said something about wanting to check you out in your nurse costume, then went and got drunk because he couldn't find you." "He WHAT?!", I screamed in rage, then took a few deep breaths to calm myself. (Which nearly made me faint - damn tight nurse outfit.) "Well, if that's so..." I quickly did a standart decontamination, and within minutes Draegos was with us again. "Hnng...", he muttered, slowly coming to. "How'd I get back here...", he wondered, casting a look around the inside of the hospital. "SO!", I began, standing right over him. "Have you been here today?" "Wanted to... see cute nurse...", he muttered back. Suddenly his still-disoriented face flushed bright red. "Mustbe... still dreamin'...", he said as if to himself. I only noticed at that moment that the fact that I was towering right over him, coupled with the damn costume (stupid Anime nurse outfit regulations), was giving him a very good look at, well, certain thigs fanboys always want a look at. I did the only thing a normal girl who had unwittingly given a fanboy a gradious look at herself could do. Screaming "Hentai no BAKA!!!" at the top of my lungs, I propelled him through the roof with a large hammer. With a sigh, I turned back to Nightwalker, who was obviously very much entertained. "Could you go bring him back here?", I asked sheepishly. "If I didn't break any bones, the landing will." As the dark warrior bowed elegantly and swept out, still grinning, I sat down and dug through the stuff on my desk. "I'm sure I had that copy of '10 Steps to Better Self-Control' here somewhere..." Psieye Somewhere else... Aisha notices a fast moving blip on one of her screens. "Sir? We're picking up the signals of a human moving on a high trajectory. There doesn't seem to by any vehicle in use to do this. Estimated time of landing - 42 seconds and counting. Shouldn't we intervene before impact on the ground?" "Where's the starting point of the path?" "According to our calculations, the path started from these coordinates. That's where the UFL med-station near Anna Miller's is. 37 seconds and counting." "Have you identified who this is?" "The database has come up with 1 match - Draegos. 29 seconds and counting." "Oh him. No, we shouldn't ruin his fun." "Sir?" "He'll survive the fall and the UFL will take care of him. The trajectory was probably the result of a 'Pain after Pleasure' event involving a standard Giant Mallet." Draegos Beyond the hole in the UFL hospital's roof, past the severed telephone pole, lying prone in the crater in the middle of the street as pedestrians gawk without a sound, Draegos slowly, painfully raises a mangled hand to the sky. "It... was worth it..!" He then collapses to the ground and waits to be returned to the hospital. The cycle begins anew. Psieye "See? Someone has come out of the med-station already." "It's Nightwalker, Sir. He's heading towards the calculated landing point of Draegos. Landing in 3, 2, 1... He's carrying Draegos back to the med-station, Sir." "How is the CNM project going?" "The latest report is of the prototype batch being ready for testing. They ask for a suitable testing subjects." "Good. I'll deliver the first batch personally. I want to see the results with my own eyes. Status report on Teleportation cells?" "In good condition with an ample amount of energy ready for use, Sir." "Right, I'll tap into them after picking up that package. No need to waste energy teleporting things over such a short distance." With that Psieye headed off to the extensive Research Department. With a small box labelled 'Prototype CMDs' he taps into the T-Cells, drawing on their energy to transfer his particles to outside the UFL med-station soon after Nightwalker takes Draegos inside. "Nurse Meagen? I've brought the prototype batch of Chibi Nurse Meagen Dolls." Meagen "Be right there!" I waved to Psieye, tucking in the badly mangled Draegos and leaving a few MedAyanamis to put him in bandages and plaster. "Oooh, you've already got the first batch? Nice work!" I picked up one of the dolls from the box and examined it minutely. It was a SD version of me in my nurse uniform, complete with Largo-sama's likeness on the cap. "Thanks. A complimentary crutch is a nice tie-in, but it does lack something." "Is Draegos awake yet? I want to study his reaction", Psieye grinned. Second time that day I saw that kind of grin. Odd. Glancing back at the bed, it seemed that having his bones reset to the right places did indeed wake the hapless Yuki- (and, it would seem, Meagen-) -fanboy. I walked there followed closely by Psieye. "One last thing, before you slip into PiroArt induced bliss", I informed my patient coldly. "Well, two things. Here's one", I added, throwing a small plastic card into his lap. It read 'UFL Field Hospital - proud return customer!'. "And here's the other." I threw the doll in a lagre arc straight into his hands. His eyes lit up and his voice quivered slightly as he muttered, "So... beautiful...". With two fingers he lifted up the doll's minute skirt and exclaimed "Hey, pretty accurate, too!" ***TWHACK*** A MedAyanami quickly applied a BandAid over the huge cartoonish lump on Draegos' head. Massaging my wrist I tried once again to compose myself, but another thought hit me. Turning around, I began "Hey! Just how did you know..." But I was talking to an empty room. Psieye had vanished, leaving the box of chibi dolls on the ground. Draegos Draegos is tucked snugly in his hospital bed, Chibi Nurse Meagen Doll protectively hugged under one arm and Yuki-Bear under the other. A MedAyanami lovingly removes the thermometer from his mouth (Nasty minds! Where were you expecting it to be?!) and feels his forehead; he nods thoughtfully for a moment. "Y’know, it’s strange… I’ve survived being struck by boulders dropped from orbit, I’ve survived ASMD concussion catapult volleys, I’ve survived the original Fanboy War, I’ve survived Dom and crackpron… All without a scratch. "And then one smack from a Femininely Outraged Cute Girl™ and I’m layed up in the hospital." Meagen "Laws of Anime Comedy", says a monotonous voice from his side as one Rei scribbles quickly on his chart. She lifts her head to give him one of those calm, cool looks that only Reis can give. "Chapter 3, Shoujo Manga. Subsection IIa, Laws of..." "Miss Rei, could you give me a hand here?", called Meagen's voice from the other room. Rei quickly hands the chart to Rei and walks off. "Laws of what?", Draegos asks the replacement. "Dunno", the blue-haired clone replies airly (she seems rather cheerful, for a Rei). "But I think Ranma 1/2 and Love Hina are listed as examples." Draegos Looks around at the three MedAyanamis leaned over his bed, tending to him. "I’m perfectly okay with that. Oh, head nurse Meaaaaaaaageeeeeeeeen! Is it time for dinner yet? You’re going to feed me, right?" Bounces up and down expectantly. "Boy, Bob’s gonna be sorry he missed this for some stupid Nali convention." Meagen glares with weary eyes as she enters, arms crossed and still in her constrictingly-tight uniform. A clap of her hands, and the nurses scurry out of the room. Draegos blinks innocently. "Time for my sponge bath..?" ***TWHACK-!*** Maegen discards the subspace mallet and departs, dusting her hands with a heartfelt sigh. Draegos’s head is socked completely to the left. He twitches, but is unable to right it. "I… think you severed something important that time, Meagen. Can… can you help me straighten my neck..? Meagen..? "Are you there..?" Hmm... Looks like I won't be fighting any more wars for a while. Considers solemnly, clutching his dollies tighter to him. "It was still worth it to finally get a peek at Meagen!" Pretends to be unconscious as Meagen's head leans through the doorway, look of warning unmistakable on her face. Meagen "Okay, breathe deeply", I firmly told myself, leaning against the doorframe outside of the room. "There's a wounded fanboy in there. Quite cute, by the way." I blinked. Where the hell had that come from? "This is a hospital. Wounded fanboys are supposed to be healing in here, not getting worse." Another deep breath. "Now, I'm going to go in there, pop his head back into place, give him his injection, and go out. No mallet, no Boot To The Head, no Fist O' Death. No matter what. Got it? Got it." With my best Nurse Smile on my face, I set to the task at hand. Draegos clearly *wanted* to make some kind of crack, but was only able to whipmer in pain. I couldn't help wincing, even though I'd seen worse during the War. This was *my* doing. But it looked worse than it was. All it needed was a bit of pressure in the right place and... ****Crick-Crack!**** "YEAAAAAUUUUGH!!!!" "There we go, all better", I said cheerfully, preparing the stringe of PiroArt essence (distilled from 0333, the last Yuki strip). "Say...", Draegos began wealky. Good lord, some of those fanboys really don't know when to quit. I didn't want to do this, but he left me no choice. "Shush", I cut him short, "Be nice or I'll withdraw your YukiBear priveleges." That worked, at least. He whimpered again, in misery rather than pain, clutching his teddy protectively. The heart melts at the image. "Now, time to go to sleep", I said, jabbing in the stryinge expertly. His eyes rolled back, but strangely, before passing out he muttered "Nurse Meagen...". I blinked slightly. "Strange", I mused, "fanboys usually see their idols as drawn by Piro-sama, when injected with this stuff. Could he..." I looked at the now-sleeping Yukifan for a while, then shook my head. "Nah..." Psieye "Yes Aisha, I know it's inefficient usage of T-cell energy to teleport over such a short distance, but I had to make a quick exit. I'll be in this sector until the T-cells are recharged. And get the CMD Project Manager to contact me when he's free." With that I disconnected from the Telepathy network but left my Psi-device to be receptive for incoming messages. As I was stuck for a while, I decided to have a break in Anna Miller's. Looking out of the window, I saw nothing requiring intervention. After I made my order, my Psi-device notified me of the Project Manager trying to make contact. "Ah, Project Manager. I have the observations of the first subject's reaction in my memory. I'll be sending them over now. By the way, who'se idea was it to make them... 'so accurate with detail'? ...... I see. You do realise this can cause... 'a wider range of reactions'? Subject Draegos, as you can see, discovered that 'accuracy' earlier than I did leading to an unexpected usage of T-Cells. I didn't have time to make the full calculations to get the correct destination coordinates for our base so I had to use my last set of coordinates - outside the UFL Field Hospital. ...... Project Manager, I think it would be wise to AT LEAST make a 'non-H model' as well as... 'continuting with the prototype's current design' - you must think of the range of 'subjects' this may be used against. ...... Yes have another meeting if you must. I shall hear the results when I get back." Meagen I walked out of the room, flicking off the lights. Various Reis joined me, having finished the task of putting some of the Martian attack victims to sleep. "Anyone for coffe?", I called. "My treat!" Psieye As my coffee was served, I remembered that I didn't bring any money in the local currency. "Aisha? My unexpected stay here will require usage of money. How much is left in the T-Cells? Good, just send some notes of the local currency to my current location." As I sipped my coffee, I wondered if it was about time the people around here became aware of my organisation. Quickly pocketing the newly teleported notes, I continued to ponder over this as I drank my coffee... Nightwalker AK Work done, back in Anna Miller's. Taka, Ishi, a few MedAyanamis, Echo, two Pings, Meagen, Garran clutching his head, Psieye, Queslin, Bob T. Skaarj, and Czar can all be seen in the background. "I swear I'm in a episode of the Twilight Zone today..." The whole room goes silent for a moment, then everyone resumes their conversations. Outside, a RaZ stomps past, pursued by several Martian saucers, in the distance a gunfight between two Patlabors and a Zaku levels buildings, the skies overhead, flashes of light surround the dark shapes of the Executor and the SDF-1 as they launch waves of fighters after each other. Imua's 'Menehune Beach Bum Boogie' wafts out gently through a hidden stereo system.