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 Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:41 am
It wasn't the phone call she was expecting. Demy was back? How long ago had it been that he broke her ribs on that rooftop when they had fought? Part of her wanted to storm down to Heathers and knock her captain out again. The other part of her though, was relieved to hear he was okay again.
Grabbing her bag she headed out for the bus, Heather had said she would be out, so it would be the best time for her to talk to Demy alone at least. Not even 20 minutes later she was knocking on the door. "Demy! Demy I know your home Heather said you would be here! Open up already!" Of course Heather had left out the detail about Demy and his 'condition'.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:45 am
Inside Demy had been watching cartoons. Obnoxious ones with lots of singing and fun bright colors. Heather...wasn't as fond of them as he was, so the second she had left he had put them on and tried to relax.
Soon enough his relaxation was ended by a loud knock to the door. The blonde lifted his head, giving the door a curious look. Which only turned into a slightly -worried- look as he recognized the voice on the other end.
-s**t-.
Fidgeting in his chair slightly, Demy maneuvered the wheelchair over to the door. Lorelei would have just long enough to think maybe he was ignoring her before the door opened and he greeted her. Her captain glanced up at her, from his seat on the motorized wheelchair, one leg raised and in some sort of brace to keep the knee immobilized.
"er....hi!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:50 am
Fist raised ready to hammer once again Lorelei had half a mind to start insulting the captain before he reached the door, so for Demy the sight would be rather amusing. Minus the whole, 'we nearly killed each other last time we spoke' thing.
When the door did open she was at first confused, where was De-
Oh.
Slowly she lowered her fist and looked down at the boy. His leg was braced, he was in a wheel chair, and obviously not in any shape to pick a fight with her. All the pent up rage started to simmer away, so that was what it took to bring Demy back? A ruined knee?
"You're an idiot, a complete ******** idiot Demy..." she said softly before stepping into the house. "Welcome home."
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:02 am
Demy blinked up at the raised fist, flinching JUST a bit with the slight worry that she'd come here to kick his a**. Oh -right-...they hadn't left on the best terms now had they?
Well s**t.
But then she was lowering the fist and stepping past him to enter the house. Demy pushed the door shut and attempted to maneuver the chair after her. Apparently he was still getting the hang of it.
"Did you come over just to call me an idiot, or did you want something else?"
A pause.
"...How are the ribs?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:08 am
"Mostly, yes." She moved past the boy as he flinched making note that he clearly didn't trust her, and if it wasn't for his leg she would probably be doing the same. "Heather called me before she went out, I figured now is the best time to visit so we can talk without her knowing about our little 'scuffle'." She used that last term lightly. Scuffle implies bruises, not broken ribs.
"They hurt like hell and if you weren't in that metal chair I would be paying you back for them."
Strolling into the living room she clicked off the noisy cartoon and flopped onto the chair that had once held a 'captains' seat sign during a sleepover that felt like it had been ages ago.
"So do you want to tell me how you ended up like this? Is that what it takes to get you home is to be so beat up you can't get by without us?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 10:20 am
"Heather -knows- about our little scuffle..I called her the day it happened because I was worried about you. Also you really shouldn't talk about paying your captain back like that."
It was all said in a very tired manner, the kid giving the first hints of a whine as she flipped off his cartoons. Then another whine as she sat in what he still considered HIS chair. Though for now, the thing he was in would just have to be his chair.
Bawl.
"I was not beat up, I was injured protecting -our- world from the damn Senshi during that battle in the fields of...wherever that was."
The blonde huffed and fidgeted around nervously. It was quite clear that talking about his injury and the following disability set him on edge something fierce.
"For the record I was pretty close to coming home on my own...the battle just ended up doing it for me."
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 5:54 am
"Then she knows you were being a complete fool the whole time then." Her remark was said with a sing song voice, a your wrong and I'm right. Snuggling into her seat she continued to watch the captain whine and squirm in his new metal chair.
"Still beat up to no end. Though you get points for being able to make it back alive an stopping the Senshi." She grew quiet for a moment letting him calm, it seemed touching on his injury caused him to be a rather grumpy.
Though him being grumpy wasn't too out of character either.
For a long moment they sat in silence the girl eying him through serious red eyes before something softer seemed to flicker inside them. Getting up from the chair she walked over to hug the blond boy.
"... next time come home without the broken leg you idiot. You, Zac, Heather, I don't have many other people so don't go ditching me again or I'll really kick your a** you hear me captain?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:57 am
Demy had sunk into silence, the boy very clearly upset by her words and her a** in -his- seat. There was little he could do to stop it though, and -that- simply added to his aggravation. He was a Negaverse warrior damnit! A captain! And he couldn't even keep his own team in line.
Idiot, she called him. Constantly. It grated on his nerves.
He barely had time to lift his head and look at her before she had crossed the room and pulled him into an awkward hug. Demy tensed up, the words drawing little more than a "Stop calling me idiot..." at first.
But slowly he relaxed, even hesitantly lifting his arms to return the hug.
"I missed you too Lore."
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:49 pm
Maybe in some twisted way, calling Schee an idiot was like saying 'stupid dog' when in all reality you loved all the stupid things your dog did. Or in this case; loved all the stupid things your slightly insane, yet innocent Captain did? It was hard to say.
"I'll think about it, after your knee heals." she mumbled in response to his request to stop. "Till then I so have rights to call you that for getting this beat up." Slowly she pulled out of the hug offering a light ruffleing of the boys hair before reclaiming his seat again. She had to admit, he probably always stole this seat because of how damn comfortable it was compared to everything else in the living room.
For a long moment she say quietly debating what to say, again they had tried to kill each other last time they met, and now she was staring at him helpless as could be in a wheel chair. "I guess the question now is what do we do? You might finally be home but... not exactly in the shape anyone would hope for..." She frowned, "I'm guessing this means what ever 'amazing' plan you had is on delay again?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:57 pm
"What do we do? We work on the team of course!"
Usually right about now he'd be standing with a hand in the air, rambling on and on about some plan. ...Really it was the same thing, just without the standing bit.
"I'm home, I'm ready to be a better captain, and being in this wheelchair isn't going to stop me. We're going to train, or at least run exercises or something. ALL of us could do with getting better. I thought I was a pretty good fighter and well..." He gestured to the knee. "Just yeah..."
"We're going to work, I'm going to find some way to train with you guys so -I'm- training too. When I'm back on my feet that amazing plan is going through and it'll be awesome. I promise you Lore, I'm not letting this team fail, I'm not letting us fail. We'll be successful, and we're going to make a name for ourselves in the Negaverse."
Even facing a possible future as a gimp hadn't seemed to mess with his spirits at all. He was still hyper, sill excitable, and still striving to be the best there was.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 8:10 pm
"A really strange dysfunctional team, don't forget that part." She leaned back in her chair relaxing a bit, or as much as she could with Demy squirming in that seat of his, was that good for his knee at all?
"We will train, you will rest, if you get all worked up even in that chair you could ruin anything it's done for you and we'll all be back to step one of you recovering." She shrugged, "I got beat by a glorified flower girl, your not the only one who had high expectations of yourself..."
She shook her head again, "You rest. Anything other then that and I'll have Heather chew you a new one every minute of your life." Tapping her chin for a moment she thought. "You can work on the plan, but no trying to do anything, no training. Do this and I'll stop calling you idiot." Okay that last part might be a lie.
"And maybe then you can be the best agent you want to be."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 10:09 am
"I can't just -rest-, I'll get bored! Heather always yells at me a lot, so that isn't much of a threat Lore."
He was grinning, at least. But he was serious. He -was not- going to just sit around all the time. ....Okay maybe he was going to -sit- but he wasn't going to just be idle and heal. There was too much that needed to be done, to be planned, just...no, he couldn't just lay around.
"...I will try not to strain myself, but I will be working. Sorry Lore, I just can't listen to that order from you. I WILL be the best agent I want to be, because I'm never going to give up!"
There was a pause...and then all the seriousness was gone.
"...Turn my cartoons back on, please?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:30 pm
"Then read a book, watch TV, do all the things you normally do when your not hopping around rooftops like a gerbil on crack. As for yelling, well, maybe I'll have her unplug all the cable so you can't watch TV then."
There it was, that grin. Positive, yes, causing Lorelei to worry to no end that Demy would do something stupid? Yes a hundred times yes.
"You'll strain yourself, I'm sure of it, your already squirming in your seat right now!" She sighed, "You wouldn't listen to me if I ever gave you an order so I suppose this one is no different."
For a moment they stood in silence, again Demy spoke. After which Lorelei reached down for the remote clicking the TV back on.
"Only because you said please."
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