hypocretin 2014/10/06(Mon)15:28 No. 597518 ID: 297713
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"god fucking shit damn it son of a FUCK."
Min clutched desperately at ver side, hissing a colorful slew of imaginative curses through ver grinding teeth as ve sat pressed up against the alley wall.
Ve willed verself to breathe evenly, trying desperately to recall ver elementary anatomical education.

Luckily, the palooka what shot ver was a lousy aim—or else, an anxious one.
All things considered, he had them in the palm of his hand.
A gunner worth his salt, and they'd've been dead.

so how'd you fuck up and what led up to the fuck up

While you are at it, fuck the enemy up, or get the fuck out of there.

hypocretin are you trying to use a phonetic accent or gender-blind pronouns? There are some easier versions out there; i'll try to find a good example link for you.

hypocretin 2014/10/06(Mon)16:24 No. 597527 ID: 297713
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Less of a fuck up and more of a mistake from from the start, they had come to meet a contact about a supposed new catalyne supplier. Whether they had been intercepted or the whole damn thing was a trap from the get-go, ve wasn't sure.
Whoever he was, he went hurrying off just about the moment Min had collapsed.

But the sound of heavy footsteps on the concrete revived the spirit of dread in ver, and the dim lights of the seedy city did little to define the advancing figure.

ve/ver are Min's chosen pronouns. The wikipedia page on gender neutral pronouns has the uses for it listed, I believe.

if they were nervous/unskilled enough to miss you when they shot, they're nervous/unskilled enough to fuck up again. don't give up yet - stay as alert as you can and wait for any opening at all as this person approaches. (this is, of course, assuming that the person approaching is the same person who shot at you.)

do you have a weapon or any way to defend yourself?

hypocretin 2014/10/06(Mon)17:36 No. 597544 ID: 297713
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Min moved slowly vis trembling red fingers to the pistol tucked away inside vis jacket.
Ve typically preferred flight to fight, but whether or not the shot had been a fatal one, ve was still a litre or two lighter on vital fluid, and the onset of lightheadedness had ver doubting vis ability to make a smooth getaway.
Truth be told, ve doubted vis ability to shoot smoothly as well, but an injured animal with its fangs bared has a better shot than one that accepts its fate, ve supposed.

As the person approached though, its silhouette defining a proper form, vis racing heart rose and fell with relief as ve recognized vis partner.

"Jesus, Nikolai, you couldda fucking said something" ve groused, curling back over the injury. "I almost shot you."

why is she bloody?

>catalyne
What's that?

Partner's looking a little worse for the wear there, themself. Also, you two ever notice that your eyes glow? Is that normal?

hypocretin 2014/10/07(Tue)13:37 No. 597615 ID: 297713
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'Catalynes' serves as the more respectable, technical term for a bit of illicit chemistry known more commonly as spurs, which give their users a temporary 'improvement' of kinds.
Since chemically sound products of the drug are harmless to the body, they celebrated recreational legality for a long time.
But it didn't take long for folks to realize the power-high one gets off on with a pseudo-superheroic body encouraged dangerous or sometimes even criminal behavior, and were eventually made illegal.


For all the hair and admittedly quite maidenly ribbon holding it all together, the towering Russian who approached was in fact Mars and not Venus.

"Sorry." he said, helping Min to vis feet.

"Fuck is that blood? What happened? Are you alright?" ve grunted.

"It is not mine. I caught the gunman."

"He's dead?"

"Ya."

"Good. I—wait, you interrogated him first, though, right?"

"No."

"What the hell!? Jesus, I thought you knew better than that. Now how are we supposed to figure out what happened?"

"He shot you. You could have been dead. Revenge seemed justified."

"I'll never understand you sentimental types. Shit."
Min doubled over, pressing vis wound with a pained, guttural whine.
"Well," ve grunted, straightening a small bit. "now what?"

Medical care would seem appropriate. As would leaving the scene of the crime before law enforcement shows up.