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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

In and then Out of Milliways: Christine mentioned things dropped in a vent, and Spoon went to help. 'Cause that's what you do for friends. And that's why he's stumbling back into the bar with a really abashed looking Predator (insomuch as Predators can manage the expression) behind him making sure the door closes all the way. She's got most of a remarkably dead body with her.

Spoon is butt-ass naked and carting the head with him. He's also missing rather a lot of bones. Like the front third or so of his ribs, his entire lower jaw, and several fingers. All the soft flesh has grown back, at least?

...Face it, he looks like shite and Christine looks like a Predator, and the two of them are carrying a large, dead Xenomorph.

Anyone who can get past that might notice in a non-horrified and panicked and/or offended part of their brain that Spoon's got a reverse-acid-burn of scar-free flesh

((With, uh. Bonus fixed headlinkage.))

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells nods. "Fair enough," he says. "Although I think any further hunts're going to have to wait until everything's healed up no matter what the prey is."

Practicality, and fear of the Ace, and possibly even fear of the Wrath of Annie. But mostly practicality, that.

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

"Always. And I have to care for my trophies, be sure the Blooded hunter has the casings of his kill converted properly to armor, and be sure I have not," her gaze lowers enough to meet his eyes, then lifts, "been careless of the Hunt in other ways."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon makes a wiggle, stopping at the look from Ace. Seriously, she's going to explode soon. It was supposed to mean I didn't smell anything else in there but, uh. Cuts off at didn't.

He'll just sit here and be all silent and still now, kthx.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells catches the canine and the shift in expression; he looks back to Christine. "A'right," he says. "I'll be here a while, I think. Is there anything else that's needed for the moment?"

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

Her head swings in a single sharp negation. The beads of her braids clatter against the sides of her mask. "Those were the things that had to be stated. The rest can wait."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon dips his head at Christine, attempting to give both thank you and I'll talk to you later.