Contamination

[Nishjin]

"WELL THAT'S JUST FREAKING OMINOUS."
Nishjin steps forwards and lies down on the floor, gripping his mace tightly.
"I DON'T TRUST YOU, BUT I NEED YOU AT THE SAME TIME. JUST KNOW THAT IF I START TO FEEL LIKE I'M DYING, I'LL MAKE YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY."

[sha-draw]

He switches to a knife looking object on his multitool, and holds it just above your throat. "Trust me... I already do..." And jabs it into your neck, causing you to black out.

[Nishjin]

"FAWK Y-"

[sha-draw]

What must be hours later, nishjin wakes up, completely covered in fluids and some parts, but alive. Sha-draw is sitting, slumped over against a wall.

[Nishjin]

"-OU!"
Bolting upright towards where Sha had been, Nishjin grabs a phantom neck and looks around, confused.

[sha-draw]

There is a knob dial on your neck, and I do not move. You're parts are cleaner and shiny, and you feel stronger.

[Nishjin]

"The hell'd you do to me? Ay! My voice!"

[sha-draw]

You can see I'm still clearly not reacting to you, but you look somewhat more pristeen then even I did.

[Nishjin]

"Yulloooo?" Nishjin gets up and pokes Sha.
"Hey! Get up!"

[sha-draw]

He slumps to the side and into the dim evening light, and you clearly see blood and black fluid, wires and part all over him, in places leaking out or just plain missing, his eyes closed.

[David Le Fox]

*Connor trudges into the room and drops his bag* "Oh look, I thought one of you'd be dead by the time I came back" *Connor opens the bag and pulls out his M1902, which looks to be repaired* "And I hath come bearing thy pristine combustion pistol!*

[Nishjin]

"I'm pretty sure I was dead already. I see your gun's fixed."
Nishjin stretches out his limbs a bit, hearing whirring noises as some of them move around.
"I believe you have some stuff that belongs to me?"

[David Le Fox]

*Connor reaches behind him and pulls out Nishjin's revolver and spins it then stops and chucks it to Nishjin* "Run me through your previous inventory so I can give you back your gear"

[Nishjin]

Plucking the revolver out of the air, Nishjin inspects it and puts it into a burned leather holster at his side.
'I'm going to have to get used to that...'
"I had a pair of lead nunchucks, a pair of wooden ones, and a picture frame. That's all that matters to me, you keep the rest."

[David Le Fox]

*Connor reaches into the bag and chucks out the nunchucks, then carefully hands over the picture frame* "I'm assuming that is for sedimental reasons so I took extra precautions to make sure it was safe, you're welcome"