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[breakin_ur_lore]

[The last thing he remembers is laying on the ground. The bomb had hit just above them, evaporating into the air, seeming almost comically harmless without any explosions or shrapnel accompanying it's fall. How sickening when he realized that it wasn't meant to have shrapnel or explosions - it was a gas bomb, and it's deadly cargo was not so obvious.

They were so close to safety, but when the paralytic gas froze his legs and tripped him, the natives did not turn back to help him.

His breathing is shallow and hard, cutting his words short.]

When...did the bombs stop? What happened?

[Waking up in the Hold, on a different day than he remembers, still feeling aches all over...

Had he really died?

Had they really abandoned him?]

Why did they leave me?

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[voice]

[highfrequency]

[A soft, rusty voice...]

Leave you?

[breakin_ur_lore]

[oh god thats kind of creepy. It does not make him feel better.]

The - the group I was with. The natives....they...

[He already has an idea of why it happened, really. But he doesn't want to admit it.]

[highfrequency]

The natives were probably panicking. It was a pretty rough situation, especially for people with no real military experience.

[breakin_ur_lore]

...

[He tries to fit that explanation in with what he remembers happening. It would be a better explanation than the other one. But he's not sure...his jumbled mind keeps throwing him visions of the angry natives. How they seemed suddenly hostile during the bombings.




But maybe crazy cyborg ninja guy is right. Maybe.]

I think I'm...

I think I died.

[highfrequency]

But you're back now, right?

[breakin_ur_lore]

...Yes...[(He's not sure why he's unsure sounding cause yeah he's pretty sure he is back...)]

Is that...it? That's what happens, when you die?

[highfrequency]

Dunno.

My point is you're okay now. Maybe you did die, maybe not. Learn from the experience, move on, and try not to dwell on it too much.

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[thewhitepawn]

Med'an! Med'an where are you?!

[breakin_ur_lore]

A-anduin.

I'm in the Hold. I just...I just....woke up.

[Or revived. That might be a better word.]

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[pabulously]

Woah! Hey, are you okay?

[breakin_ur_lore]

I...I don't think I was.

[He turns the video on after a moment of forgetting how to shot web. I mean use the tablet. Have a picture of a slightly pale green face.]

[pabulously]

You look awful.

[Okay, yeah, that wasn't the most sensitive thing to say, but Bolin's kind of worried.]

Are you hurt anywhere?

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[whatsupcroc]

Med'an? What happened?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

Collette...

There....there was a bomb. It had gas inside of it, and...I couldn't move. [The experience is both disturbingly close to and eerily disconnected from him. Surely it hadn't really happened. Maybe he hallucinated it. But that trapped feeling is so real for it to be a dream.] The group I was with...



[Left.]

- left.

[whatsupcroc]

Oh no! Those jerks! How'd they manage to keep moving? Who brought you inside?