Posted May 11, 2021, 10:29 a.m. by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry
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“Who’s that?” he asked as he began to close up his bag. he repacked everything both exactly as it had been but with a quickness that could only have come from practice and repetition. He stood and put the bag back in it’s place and then sat back down. “So… do we need to talk about what happened? Or do you want to pretend this is a just another nice, normal date. Which I guess it could be for you. Some folks have some kinks you just can’t explain.” and he grinned.
Kane
“The character of an early 21st century movie franchise. He was supposed to be some kind of super spy and travelled around the world. Where ever he went, stashed in the most convenient places, there were always bags of weird and mundane tech inside. And there was always a girl, caught in the middle.” She watched him put the bag back to rights and put it away. “We probably should because I might be weird but today was not normal. And I don’t even know what that means. And the way you’re grinning makes me think I don’t want to know.” She looked at the pills in her hand, finally remembered, and put them on the table next to the water. He said shower first and something about clothes to sleep in…
Bonner“Ok.” he said and took a seat across from her. “So first question. I know you were in shock and panicked, but I have to ask you… did you see or do you know what happened when I came in?”
Kane
Alexis looked towards him, but not at him, her gaze far away. “I remember a flash of light. I assume that was the door opening and closing. And a loud thud.” She shook her head trying to recall, “I don’t remember anything else. Except my own panic and a roaring in my ears and feeling like I was going to be sick.” And the certainty that she was going to die. She understood, outside of the incident, she was not, but no matter how much she might analyze her phobia, in the midst of it, there was no rationality or logic. She turned her gaze on him, “But if the marks on the wall by my bed room door and in the corridor are any indication, you beat the h&#% out of him.”
Bonner
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