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⋆˚࿐໋ MISS YOUU
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||cb and i’ll try to respond tonight!!!
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"Bozhe moi <My god>! You're bleeding, Angel." she rushed to his side, offering him her arm -- so she could guide him to a seat. "What happened?!"
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"You did the right thing, mi amigo <my friend>. I'm very proud of you, you were very brave," she went on talking with him, in hopes he wouldn't pay attention at what she would do next: grabbing a piece of gauze with antiseptic, she would begin to clean up the wound, so she could finally take a look at the extension of the damage. Of course, she knew, no distraction was enough when you were in a lot of pain. "You good, my angel?" she asked him, now cutting some piece of thread and preparing the needle to stitch it up. But first, feeling the area around as to make sure it wasn't worse than it seemed. "That client of yours... do you have any information about them? I could ask my teammates to take a look, people like them can't just walk free," she continued talking, as she went for the first round of stitches.
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Miguel winced as the pain finally began to make its way through the fog in his mind. “He f*cking stabbed me!” He responded as before pouting and taking off his jacket, which he laid across his lap. His shirt was soon to follow with a whine of pain and a couple of curses in Spanish. “I can’t believe he did that! I told him that I didn’t run live cargo. We never had issues before but NOOooOoOo he wanted me to transport some kids. Well I looked at him and you wanna know what I told him? I told him he could ‘vete a comer una polla’ (go eat and!ck)! Then he pulled a knife on me! Can you believe that?!” He stuck out his lip as he poked a finger through the hole in his jacket as he sat there shirtless.
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"Es una chaqueta muy bonita, sí. Pero... es preocupante la situación en que tú te encuentras <It's a very nice jacket, yes. But it's concerning the situation you find yourself in>," she would say, making sure he was seated, before she grabbed her first aid kit in the bathroom and joined him again. Nat sat by his side and placed the kit between them, trying to hide the concern in her voice when she asked him — although the look in her eyes when they met his probably gave her away. "¿Tú podrías decirme qué se pasó? <Could you tell me what happened?>" she gestured for him to show her the wound. "¿Le dispararon o lo apuñalaron? <Were you shot or stabbed?>"
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|| cb and if i don’t respond tonight i will tomorrow! (spec if desired)
sorry i disappeared, muse was low, and a lot of family came for july fourth, but i’m back now with some new muse!
emervldeyes
⋆˚࿐໋ OH MY GOSH I MISSED THIS GORGEOUS FRENCH TOAST OF A MAN PLS GIVE ME SOMETHING OMGGG
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||anon remodel
meet miguel alvarez aka. sasquatch
miguel is a top pilot who trained under the best teachers the air force could offer, joining at the young age of 18. however, at the age of 26 he found a massive corruption high in the ranks and instead of being congratulated, he was dishonorably discharged.
instead of finding a normal 9-5 job, he found himself as a pilot and a mule for gangs down in south america. there he ran drugs, weapons, you name it, wherever they needed. he could also out run and out maneuver any military planes sent after him.
he now flies for anyone with money, having risen in the world of the black market, but is known for his conspiracy theories and excessive amounts of energy. with somewhat of a moral compass in tact, if you want anything delivered fast and safely, just call sasquatch.
(faceclaim: pedro pascal)
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@thedoctorlvr- || Miguel didn’t even pause for a second at the man’s name. He’s heard weirder. Honestly. “Doctor. Nice to meet you Doc. I’m Miguel! Or Miguel for short.” He giggled as he turned the corner and kept walking. “So doc. You’re just visiting the human sites right? Just traveling? That’s dope! Where ya from Doc?”
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@thedoctorlvr- || Did that man just say…“human mythology”? That was weird. But honestly, Miguel wouldn’t be surprised if he was a god in disguise. He’d absolutely laugh if it was Set. I mean he wouldn’t because that would mean he had failed, but the whole interaction with him if he was Set would just be so funny. Anyways. It’s fine. Didn’t matter. The stranger obviously didn’t want to talk about it. “Well, you’re in good hands. Promise.” Miguel commented before turning and heading off in a direction. “So what’s your name anyways?”
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@thedoctorlvr- || Miguel paused when the guy actually seemed interested…he believed him? The hell. That was a first. It usually took a lot of convincing. “Set. Actually. Egyptian culture. I’m the avatar of—.” Horus was what he was about to say when the god warned him quickly, threatening him. Miguel froze before just hopping to the next subject. “A cave!? Wait wait wait. I think I know that cave. Honestly! It’s pretty sick! I could show you if you like!” The pilot offered without a second thought of what happened earlier.
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@thedoctorlvr- || “Same old same old. Try to stop some crazed cultists from resurrecting an ancient god. Ya know. The usual.” The man grinned wildly before laughing. I mean, it was the truth, but no one ever seemed to believe Miguel anyways. He always loved to have fun with it though. “So, checking the sights. Any particular ones ya interested in? Oh my god you HAVE to see this one little museum they have downtown. It’s a whole ass frog museum! Filled with glass frog statues. Absolutely amazing!”
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@thedoctorlvr- || Miguel raised an eyebrow, before looking it over, both it and him. A rusty old police box his ass. Something about it just stood out but honestly, Miguel really didn’t care. “Sick!” He commented with a big smile before looking at the other. “I like the fit! The suit, the chucks. Digging it man! What ya doing here then?”