Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170727070147

Ingraham grumbled more and more as he left the room. Meanwhile Fritz's breathing started sounding more and more like huffing. Niether of the two mercs looked pleased at all, but not exactly for the same reasons Gretel was upset.

"No sense in moping on an empty stomach; I'm going to bring the car around." Ingraham seethed as he came up on the elevator and pounded the button. Not enough that it would dent (self-control was a very practiced thing for him) but just enough that it got the attention of a passing nurse whose steps got faster and faster in response.

After what seemed like far too long, the elevator finally arrived as Ingraham could see the light from the cabin gleaming through the door. He put both his hands on the doors and started tugging at them; the sooner he could leave the area the better. The braking cycle in hospital elevators alway was slower than most and to the cyborg, it seemed even longer than he could bear.

As the door finally creaked open, Ingraham hustled inside, spun on his heels, and slapped the close button. This time, he accelerated the doors closed with his semblance, he was so out of patience. Feeling the motors wind up and the elevator start moving towards Terra Firma, Ingraham took a deep breath and let his professionalism crack in a spectacular way.

"THAT LIMP-DICKED, WAD-CHUGGING, JACK-ASS!!"

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"Proverb 15 of the Eliminator Program..." Fritz started as he slumped down on the bench. "Being 100% honest will get you killed; being 90% honest will keep you live like you wouldn't believe." he was about to reach for a cigarette but then remembered he didn't smoke.

"I'm gonna break that rule now." he straightened up his posture and turned towards Osiris. "If in a few months when this is all over, I see you or anyone else lying on thier backs, staring at the roof, wondering what to do next 'cause you didn't get to run Bastard through yourself, I swear to the gods, I will beat you so hard your children'll born bruised.." Fritz borderline spat out as a cathartic feeling came through him.

"I'm sorry Osiris." Fritz sighed, his emotions equalizing after that release. "Just hot air. Half the things I say when I'm stressed are hot air." he flung himself awake and took another deep breath.

"I'm not mad 'cause I wasted my breath on this kid, I'm mad 'cause this kid wants to jump off a cliff for the dumbest possible reason. I know he can do better than this; I've seen someone going down this exact road do it before..."