The apple stabbed me right through it and my brain—fucker got me and Necchan in a two-for-one. I ended up getting a replacement at the medbay once I woke up.
[ he's about to sit with the idea of that, the idea that this interstellar ass ripoff they're currently living in is just an interlude for gregor and rodya, but then, ]
—Hey, wait, hang on, can you explain why the fuck the bus eats people?!
Best I can do explaining that is... the fuel that part of it needs, it can only make out of people. Company that used to produce it went under, so she had to make a machine that could create Enkephalin itself.
But it's an energy source, basically. Fuel. Former L Corp discovered it-- used to be a major energy supplier 'til they went down, and nobody's really taken their place yet.
WAIT, LOBOTOMY CORPORATION IS A REAL THING?! LIKE, THAT'S ACTUALLY THEIR REAL NAME? I THOUGHT I MISHEARD THEM LIKE WITH THE EXORCISE-EXERCISE CONFUSION LAST WEEK! NO WONDER THEY GOT FUCKING SHUT DOWN!
Nobody shut them down, though. They kinda shut themselves down? Not sure what happened there, but when it did-- whole City lit up for a few days straight, then went completely dark for a few more, and they found out all of L Corp's facilities had been buried and sealed underground.
Uh... Faust said something about Enkephalin being extracted from the brain and spinal nerves...?
-oh, shit, that's probably why it was Lobotomy Corp, wasn't it? Little bit on the nose-- I mean, not like they were telling anyone where Enkephalin came from, we never knew that before we worked for Limbus, but...
We didn't know about it for that long! Enkephalin was just an energy source they discovered! What, you think we knew we were lighting our cigs with lighters full of brain juice?!
[ the funny thing is ichiban always carries a bunch of bandages on him, but thanks to SOMEBODY deciding he will have a hard time doing things for himself, he does not think to use them. ]
Oh, uh— r-right. Sorry, it's just... a lot to think about now that we're removed from the situation, y'know?
... don't have any on me, so I think we're gonna need to head to the medbay. C'mon.
[staunching the bleeding with a napkin in the meantime... going there can't hurt anyway, they might need to wash this. get antiseptic and all. especially if this came from one of those facilities.]
[ he nods and lets himself be led like a dumb puppy. ]
...got this from a dude who had an arm like yours. [ ... ] Were you one of 'em? Like... a desperate scavenger who's barely gettin' by, who lives each day by trying to make the most of the shitty hand fate dealt them, not knowing if they'll be around for the next.
[BOY. that's a loaded question; gregor is quiet for a minute after it.]
...nah. I mean, I've mostly lived day by day like that, sure... but not the same way. Rifling through the trash like actual bugs, clinging to things that don't matter anymore... even though the war's been over for a decade already.
[traitor. deserter.]
Hope you didn't mention me to 'em, or you really would've pissed those guys off.
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The apple stabbed me right through it and my brain—fucker got me and Necchan in a two-for-one. I ended up getting a replacement at the medbay once I woke up.
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[he assumes they came back.]
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[ he is going to assume in kind that he does not need to explain what the fuck he's talking about. ]
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[bro what did the city Do to you.]
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Give or take. Everything started blending together after a while. [ . . . ] And you and Rocchan do that shit for a living?
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Well, some parts of it don't get a lot easier, but you get used to 'em.
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[ deadass does not know what else to say to that 🧍‍♂️ ]
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—Hey, wait, hang on, can you explain why the fuck the bus eats people?!
[ UNANSWERED QUESTIONS REMAIN ]
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Best I can do explaining that is... the fuel that part of it needs, it can only make out of people. Company that used to produce it went under, so she had to make a machine that could create Enkephalin itself.
[yeah so about throné's titty enkephalin. that comes from people. it was people all along.]
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And . . . okay, what the hell is Enkephalin, besides basically being liquid dynamite?
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[HOW DID YOU FIND THAT ONE OUT. help.]
But it's an energy source, basically. Fuel. Former L Corp discovered it-- used to be a major energy supplier 'til they went down, and nobody's really taken their place yet.
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Huh? Yeah, that... was always their name...
[what's wrong with it.]
Nobody shut them down, though. They kinda shut themselves down? Not sure what happened there, but when it did-- whole City lit up for a few days straight, then went completely dark for a few more, and they found out all of L Corp's facilities had been buried and sealed underground.
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-oh, shit, that's probably why it was Lobotomy Corp, wasn't it? Little bit on the nose-- I mean, not like they were telling anyone where Enkephalin came from, we never knew that before we worked for Limbus, but...
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[ he doubles over as his arm wound starts to reopen and bleed a little. ]
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[reaching over to steady him. helppp.]
Your arm's bleeding again, hold still. Let me-
[let him put some pressure on that while he looks around for a napkin or SOMETHING.]
We better go bandage that.
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Oh, uh— r-right. Sorry, it's just... a lot to think about now that we're removed from the situation, y'know?
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... don't have any on me, so I think we're gonna need to head to the medbay. C'mon.
[staunching the bleeding with a napkin in the meantime... going there can't hurt anyway, they might need to wash this. get antiseptic and all. especially if this came from one of those facilities.]
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...got this from a dude who had an arm like yours. [ ... ] Were you one of 'em? Like... a desperate scavenger who's barely gettin' by, who lives each day by trying to make the most of the shitty hand fate dealt them, not knowing if they'll be around for the next.
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...nah. I mean, I've mostly lived day by day like that, sure... but not the same way. Rifling through the trash like actual bugs, clinging to things that don't matter anymore... even though the war's been over for a decade already.
[traitor. deserter.]
Hope you didn't mention me to 'em, or you really would've pissed those guys off.
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