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[nerdofsteel]

Nexus, meet Wesley Gibson, formerly the 21st Century's most insignificant asshole. Formerly meek desk-jockey with a cheating girlfriend and a crap best friend. Formerly broke. Formerly miserable. Formerly unable to give a shit about anything or anyone ever.

Currently bleeding, currently limping, currently wearing a sweaty, torn shirt and blue

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[welcometo_life]

Elle stands for a moment, watching him bleed as she chews on her bottom lip. "I survived somebody trying to cut the top of my head off."

[nerdofsteel]

Turns to look at her and sorta weeble-wobbles on his feet for a second, tipping and regaining balance. It's been a long day. "That's-" not the answer he was expecting, to say the least. I ate some waffles, I got a promotion, sure. But someone tried to cut the top of my head off? "Really fucking different."

[welcometo_life]

She reaches out a hand to steady him, but doesn't quite make contact. Pulling away when he rights himself. "Yeah." The corners of her lips pull up into a smile. "And it was about as much fun as it sounds."

[nerdofsteel]

Wesley watches her hand get closer and move away like it's a new and fascinating phenomena, before snapping out of it at her response. Awful chipper for someone who almost got a very important bit of her removed. "What the hell happened?"

[aureliaofarista]

"Lately?" Asks the one-armed man in the tunic and sandals. "It's been pretty calm. Pulled some extra shifts for crowd control at holiday ceremonies, but luckily, no emergencies developed. Had some great sex the other night, but maybe you didn't mean that sort of thing."

[nerdofsteel]

Turns to him. Nice shoes, he wants to say. But you can't fucking make fun of a guy with only one arm. It's in the rules, somewhere. "Nope that's pretty much what I- yeah. Good on you, man."

Wesley hasn't gotten much lately, now that he thinks about it. That's pretty distressing.

[aureliaofarista]

Some would argue Luc should in fact have gone with the story about the arm for his answer, but he doesn't consider last June 'lately'.

He nods politely. "Thanks. What about you?"

[nerdofsteel]

"I took control of my life. And quit my job." After they mindfucked him into killing his dad, but those are just details. Illegal ones. That he realizes he shouldn't share. "Twice."

[nerdofsteel]

..... Right, sounds fun.

[nerdofsteel]

Heh. .... ...... You're not kidding, are you.

[megosalksandros]

"Paid some bills. Got a coffee."

[nerdofsteel]

"... Huh. Coffee. Sounds really good, right about now."

[megosalksandros]

"They serve everything at the bar," Alexander offers with a slight nod. Individuals busted up to hell and back aren't an uncommon sight in the nexus, but there's something to be said for the fervor of his initial question. He watches him with faint interest, sipping his own coffee, purchased to aid in endless people-watching.

[yourbadwolf]

"Did some shopping, played some Warcraft." Okay so her day wasn't as eventful as poor busted-up Wesley's but she retired from the ass-kicking and crazy shenanigans. Hence the boring ass day.

"Soo, you need to get that stuff looked after?"

[nerdofsteel]

Man, Warcraft. It's been awhile. And like every other red-blooded nerdy male, he thinks girl gamers are pretty hot. "Sounds exciting." He's pretty obviously running out of decent responses, here. He's also possibly running out of blood.

".... Probably. That'd be a good idea."

[yourbadwolf]

"Well I can do some temporary patching but your best bet is seeing a doctor."