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 Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 2:08 pm
outside weapons coveIt took several hours for America to exit, but when she did it was with a gleaming golden pin in hand, subdued triumph in her face. The new bruises had faded, some of the old ones as well. With a smile she rasped quietly, "Everything's fine. Gonna be alright, Kon."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 3:41 pm
outside weapons cove
He grinned, sharp around the edges, and slowly raised his hand for an action he seldom used, one that America had taught him: the elegant fist bump.
"Fragile only temporary," he said with a smile, and pulled her into a too-tight hug. "Rest now."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 3:45 pm
outside weapons cove
Face pressed into the side of his neck, she laughed for what felt like the first time in ages. "Yeah. Has Sunny let Obadiah off the leash yet?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 3:55 pm
outside weapons cove
"Not yet. Vun more day. Should go bother him, he very much worry, I am thinking." Kostya shook her, just a little. "Rest first, or?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:22 pm
outside weapons cove
Lifting her head, she shook it slightly before standing up straighter, ready to go. "I'll rest there."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:24 pm
outside weapons cove
"Good plan." Pulling away, Kostya offered her what had been crushed between them-- a crisp, white coat, with the sheen of a gold embroidered moon.
"Edith send regards," he said, "and by that just mean if you could rebond, you are velcome to her division."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:29 pm
outside weapons cove
She took the coat and noted the trim. Again there was laughter, a tired, chagrined sort that was pleased nonetheless. "America Jones...always gotta win even when she loses."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:33 pm
Resting ExpAmerica entered Taym's infirmary room without a knock or pause, flopping gracelessly down on the bed beside him, new coat balled up in her hands. Something raspy and and unintelligible was mumbled against the blankets, but it was probably something along the lines of: "Your boss is a terrorist and no longer hot."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:43 pm
Resting Exp
Kostya closed the door behind him, but not before checking to see who was outside. Perhaps he was paranoid, but perhaps he was just making sure it was safe.
"She in Moon now," he said, proud.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:11 pm
Resting Exp
He gingerly extracted the coat from between them, running his fingers over the trim, over the embroidered crescents, and glanced from her to Kostya when the door closed. The coat and the Russian's announcement did not tally with what he was seeing and what he had recently heard. <********, I guess?" he said over America's head, awkwardly attempting to pat her shoulder in a way that was both congratulatory and consoling.
Another item on a long long list of things he was bad at.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:20 pm
Resting Exp "Lawrence came to see me yesterday," her voice was quiet and still rough from the damage, but better than before. "Caelius said I was to be executed for treason." With a sigh, America shifted into a more comfortable position, kicking off her shoes. "Didn't think it was possible. But today..." she paused and groan, burrowing her face into the mattress for a moment before admitting, "...he almost chopped my head off, Allan came in and blocked it but he still cut me off from Stryker." Her hand clenched more tightly around the pin, "Had to rebond. Cael's the worst you should both transfer away from him."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:49 pm
Resting Exp
"Is right place for me," Kostya said, thinking of Jane and his newly embraced morals. "But vill be careful. Am try to stay under radar."
He took the chair next to the bed, since Obadiah was sensitive about touching, likely especially so after the proposition he'd taken in the wrong way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:22 pm
Resting Exp
He distractedly he shook out the new coat to try and drape it over her shoulders, like they were shivering in the cold somewhere instead of safe in the infirmary. It was obvious that the sensitive remained unchanged, in the hesitant way his hands moved around her, in the tension of his body where her aimless collapsing led her to touch him.
(she'd stayed there a night and he'd promised her it would be safe and had spent an hour avoiding the urge to bury his face against her neck and thread his fingers through her hair, in a constant state of dull terror over the weight of her body in the curve of his arm)
"Haven't got the skillset for anything else," he said, "but I've learned my ******** lesson--under the radar is right." A disbelieving snort. "Treason. Jesus. So now he's fabricating motives too."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:29 pm
Resting Exp
No answer. She was asleep already.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:35 pm
Learning Russian"Ya tebya lyublyu.”Murmured quietly into his thigh, half-asleep as Konstantin once again tried to braid her hair.
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