05-27-2015, 08:33 PM
The Irish ninja collapsed on a nearby stump, sobbing. The last battle had really taken a toll on him. Delsin approached him, hoping to comfort him. Dr. McNinja, at first, whipped his hand back and started choking Delsin.
“Don’t you dare presume you can comfort me,” he grumbled, “Not after what I… After I…”
“Doc… what are you…”
Dr. McNinja collapsed again, limping like a sock puppet. Delsin fell onto the ground, grabbing his neck. Thankfully, it wasn’t really an injury, just mildly annoying to breathe. McNinja’s mask was now soaked with tears. He pulled a vial out of nowhere and began collecting the tears from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, guys,” the physician blubbered, “I just never thought that I’d… That I’d…”
Jak replied angrily, “That you’d what? Kill someone? You signed up knowing you would kill. I don’t know what you’re-”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” McNinja interrupted, “I knew I was going to kill… But not… He was just such a… An innocent…”
Dr. McNinja began sobbing again. The vial became full, so he put it away and pulled out another one. Delsin tried to read the label and realized it said, “Ninja Tears”.
“Uh… Doc?” Delsin frowned. “You uh… Haven’t killed anyone yet.”
“No! No!” the doctor shouted. His allies desperately tried to make him shut the hell up. “You don’t need to do that. I… I take full responsibility. I… I did it. I killed him.”
The others were almost afraid to ask. Delsin cleared his throat and croaked, “Who?”
With glistening eyes, Dr. McNinja glanced at Delsin, completely petrified, as if the smoker’s glance was some Gorgon’s glare of disapproval. The guilt of his actions seemed to crush his chest and bloody his eyes, which were now turning red from the crying. His coat was dangling in a heap to his left, and his shirt had become sullied from the battle. Dr. McNinja broke through his statuesque delirium, and managed to let his jaw down to pronounced the next two words, their movement jagged, as if they were rusty gears in a clocktower:
“Mr. T.”
Crickets chirped.
“The doll?" Aero asked.
Dr. McNinja once again started wailing, pounding the dirt with his fist.
“HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIIIIIEEE”
McNinja's allies stood for a moment, stunned. After a moment’s pause for processing, Jak finally managed to say:
“You are mourning the death of a doll that was destroyed in a battle with a powerful space marine and a soldier that’s contaminated with every plague.”
"Let's not forget that he choked me," added Delsin.
“And it will haunt me to the last of my days,” Dr. McNinja sniffled, “Come on, Delsin. I can only hope those soldiers will send off Laurence with a proper burial. We need to move. We’ll leave a message for Jak… to meet us east of here.”
Delsin protested, “But we were just starting to break through them! We could kill two very powerful players, and take a well-fortified building! You mangle a fucking doll and you want to quit?! Hell no! I did not get my head bashed in for us to run away! We should-”
“Why are you so intent on destroying them?” Dr. McNinja cried out, “Haven’t they suffered enough?”
Dr. McNinja grimly started walking away. Delsin blinked a few more times. Aero leaned over to Jak and whispered, “That man is insane.”
"You don't say," Jak replied.
“Don’t you dare presume you can comfort me,” he grumbled, “Not after what I… After I…”
“Doc… what are you…”
Dr. McNinja collapsed again, limping like a sock puppet. Delsin fell onto the ground, grabbing his neck. Thankfully, it wasn’t really an injury, just mildly annoying to breathe. McNinja’s mask was now soaked with tears. He pulled a vial out of nowhere and began collecting the tears from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, guys,” the physician blubbered, “I just never thought that I’d… That I’d…”
Jak replied angrily, “That you’d what? Kill someone? You signed up knowing you would kill. I don’t know what you’re-”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” McNinja interrupted, “I knew I was going to kill… But not… He was just such a… An innocent…”
Dr. McNinja began sobbing again. The vial became full, so he put it away and pulled out another one. Delsin tried to read the label and realized it said, “Ninja Tears”.
“Uh… Doc?” Delsin frowned. “You uh… Haven’t killed anyone yet.”
“No! No!” the doctor shouted. His allies desperately tried to make him shut the hell up. “You don’t need to do that. I… I take full responsibility. I… I did it. I killed him.”
The others were almost afraid to ask. Delsin cleared his throat and croaked, “Who?”
With glistening eyes, Dr. McNinja glanced at Delsin, completely petrified, as if the smoker’s glance was some Gorgon’s glare of disapproval. The guilt of his actions seemed to crush his chest and bloody his eyes, which were now turning red from the crying. His coat was dangling in a heap to his left, and his shirt had become sullied from the battle. Dr. McNinja broke through his statuesque delirium, and managed to let his jaw down to pronounced the next two words, their movement jagged, as if they were rusty gears in a clocktower:
“Mr. T.”
Crickets chirped.
“The doll?" Aero asked.
Dr. McNinja once again started wailing, pounding the dirt with his fist.
“HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIIIIIEEE”
McNinja's allies stood for a moment, stunned. After a moment’s pause for processing, Jak finally managed to say:
“You are mourning the death of a doll that was destroyed in a battle with a powerful space marine and a soldier that’s contaminated with every plague.”
"Let's not forget that he choked me," added Delsin.
“And it will haunt me to the last of my days,” Dr. McNinja sniffled, “Come on, Delsin. I can only hope those soldiers will send off Laurence with a proper burial. We need to move. We’ll leave a message for Jak… to meet us east of here.”
Delsin protested, “But we were just starting to break through them! We could kill two very powerful players, and take a well-fortified building! You mangle a fucking doll and you want to quit?! Hell no! I did not get my head bashed in for us to run away! We should-”
“Why are you so intent on destroying them?” Dr. McNinja cried out, “Haven’t they suffered enough?”
Dr. McNinja grimly started walking away. Delsin blinked a few more times. Aero leaned over to Jak and whispered, “That man is insane.”
"You don't say," Jak replied.
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