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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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[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."

[aureliaofarista]

"Glad to hear it. Except the part where you had two jobs that needed quitting. Mine's not really the kind you quit; wouldn't want to, serving my country and all that."

[nerdofsteel]

"Soldier?" Well it would explain the missing arm. Not so much the crazy fashion sense. "Yeah, it was a weird time in my life."

[aureliaofarista]

He nods, then extends a hand. "Luc. Aristan Foundling Guard. Arista's a little spot in the Mediterranean you've never heard of."

[nerdofsteel]

Shakes the proffered hand, only realizing a second late that his has blood and grime and a bullet hole through it. Oops. Tries to play it off and hope Luc just doesn't notice, or ... something. "You got that right. I'm, uh- Wesley."

[aureliaofarista]

Luc's gentle. "Should probably see a physician for that," he says. "They've got a clinic over that way, but we hear a few of the staff aren't that trustworthy." He says it in a 'take that as you will' sort of way.

[nerdofsteel]

Looks over the same way and then nods. "Thanks. Wait, what?" Seedy clinic, not exactly his idea of a great time. But Luc says it like it's just.. natural.

[aureliaofarista]

Luc half-shrugs. "My people aren't going to go using foreign physicians in the first place. Security reasons. But I've heard a few worrisome rumors, too. But most people get treated without incident. But whatever way you can, man, get that seen to. Trust me, you don't want to end up going through life with one hand if you have an alternative."