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Text - "Normal Talking"
Italic - whispering
(_) - (Thoughts)
BOLD - "Abaddon talking"
(A/N) - Author's Note
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Third Person POV
Night had fallen...
With the mysterious Invicta defeated, Mordred and Spirit dragged Y/N for what felt like miles, further and further away from Kouh Academy.
The two women eventually found what looked like an old abandoned garage somewhere in Kouh's highrise residential district.
Mordred walked forward and left Spirit to hold Y/N temporarily. She stepped forward and saw the door controls, likely the ones to open the door. Instead of being like any other sane individual, Mordred kicked it with her black boot and broke it. Opening the door manually.
Mordred: "This alright?"
Spirit stumbled in with Y/N's arm still on her shoulder.
Spirit: "I don't give a damn. Now, help me get this idiot on a table or chair, really whatever the fuck is lying around."
Mordred grabbed Y/N's other arm and helped Spirit rest him across a workstation. Spirit collapsed down to the ground, panting.
Spirit: "God, Doctor... did you need to make Epsilon so heavy..."
Mordred: "He isn't heavy." She looked smug. "You're just weak."
Spirit rocketed up and glared at the Knight of Treachery.
Spirit: "Care to repeat that ponytail?!"
Mordred chuckled to herself and walked to the opposite side of the room. She noticed what looked like a cooler. She opened it up and...
Mordred: "Aw, hell yeah!" She pulled out a cold bottle of beer. "Now, THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
Spirit pulled a chair over to Epsilon and deadpanned over at her.
Spirit: "You can't be serious..."
Mordred was, in fact, very serious. She used the wood workstation to pop the cap off the bottle, jumped on the counter, and started to drink.
Spirit sighed and shook her head. She looked under the workstation and grabbed what tools she could see to start repairing Y/N's arm.
Mordred watched on as she drank the beer.
Mordred: "Soo... what exactly are you doing?" Spirit glared over at her.
Spirit: "Being helpful. Unlike you." She went back to fixing any exposed wiring on the cybernetic arm.
Mordred: "I am helping!"
Spirit: "Oh, yeah? How?"
Mordred: "I'm emotional support." Mordred tapped Y/N's left arm. "You're doing great, Master!" She looked back at Spirit. "See? Helping!"
Spirit deadpanned at her, grabbed a small welder, and started to patch Y/N's arm up.
Mordred looked around the garage, trying to find something to do.
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