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[darkly_reaper]

You've got the wrong man, sorry...

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[lttbarrows]

So you aren't Doctor McCoy?

[darkly_reaper]

No I'm not...

*quirks an eyebrow at her* who the hell is he anyway..?

[lttbarrows]

Oh, that's great. [Mutters sarcastically as she holds her bleeding and broken hand against her stomach.]

Leonard McCoy - the CMO of the USS Enterprise. You two look exactly the same. Except Doctor McCoy actually shaves.

[darkly_reaper]

If it makes you feel better I could chop that hand off for ya...

Sounds like a ponce already...c'mere...I have basic med supplies..at least t'will stop you from passing out from pain before you find your Doctor,...

[iamnotmyfather]

The wrong man? I think I know the difference between my CMO and a two hundred year old man on MY ship.

[Even if he knew this wasn't his Reaper, he knew Reaper when he saw him]

[darkly_reaper]

*and in a flash Reaper calmly has Jim pinned up against the wall, hand pressed firmly over his windpipe.*

*dangerous rumble* and clearly you know too much...

[iamnotmyfather]

[For a man who is being pinned to the wall, he seems far too calm. That hand over his windpipe doesn't even bother him]

Because my own Reaper's told me what I need to know.

[In fact, Reaper can try to kill Jim all he wants, it won't take]

[darkly_reaper]

*narrows his eyes, opening his senses to take in the boys scent*

So 'your Reaper' must have made you like this...well don't look so cocky...you can't heal over if I kill you in a way that makes you die instantly...