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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:16 pm
Syd nodded, clearly picturing it in her mind. "You're very good at this," she told Sasha. "Did you ever want to be a doctor? You've already got the white coat! We should get you a stethoscope," she decided.
Then, before Sasha could even reply, she was on to a new topic, she was thinking about something new. "Sasha, what's your weapon say about singing?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:27 pm
Sasha could feel a sense of heightened awareness when Sydney asked about singing. Nona gave a few low chirps; after the concussion that Sasha had suffered - and the very real threat of near death at the claws of a horsewoman, the weapon had been much, much less obtrusive. Sasha knew it was borne out of a sense of worry, but she wasn't going to complain. A silent, worried Nona was better than a loud, worried Nona.
"Singing? Nona loves singing. In fact, she's got quite a beautiful voice. It's what drew us to one another. Music, Sydney, is a very powerful thing." Sasha's voice held a strange conviction when she spoke of music, peering over her shoulder just to be sure that Jerry hadn't made his way in yet.
"You see how ah.. how Jerry just.. how his music grounds him? Singing, or playing his guitar, or whatever?" Sasha nodded gravely. "It's .. I don't know." She shrugged, wrapping a strip of bandage around Syd's leg.
"Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:35 pm
Syd chewed on her bottom lip, hesitating a bit more. "Izy tells me I shouldn't sing in front of people," she admitted. "And he says I shouldn't learn songs from people that don't know how to sing--but if I can't sing, then what does it matter if I learn songs from other people that can't sing?" she asked, looking confused.
"Izy can sing. He's got a voice like warm chocolate, it's beautiful... so he should know who can and can't sing, right? I don't know. I really, really like Izy--he's my best friend, but he confuses me a lot," she admitted. She didn't sound too worried about it, but the fact that she was even talking about it showed it was heavy on her mind.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:44 pm
Sasha tied a knot in the bandage, brows furrowing as she stared down at her handiwork. Why would Sydney's weapon say such a thing?
Chewing on her lip, Sasha lifted her eyes to meet Sydney's. She seemed a little dazed for a moment, conferring with Nona? It was impossible to say.
"Why shouldn't you sing?" Her voice took on an almost airy aspect as she slowly came back to now. "If it makes you happy, Syd? You should do it." Sasha shrugged her shoulders.
"I mean.. don't you agree?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:48 pm
Syd frowned. "But if it doesn't make anyone else happy, shouldn't you only do it when nobody but you can hear it?" she asked logically. Izy was being remarkably quiet and it made her worry. "What if my voice is so lousy that it gives people headaches?" she asked. "Then I shouldn't have gone up and sang in front of people at tryouts--although I don't think it stood out that much, honestly."
She lowered her voice and leaned forward. "Some people were really... not... that good."
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 1:04 pm
Sasha looked baffled.
"Well... it's ... singing isn't.. it's not going to make someone unhappy in.. in a terrible way. Like.. you don't have a horrible voice, Syd. I heard you sing, and it didn't make me want to.. to.. to cry, or .. gosh, I don't know." Sasha pursed her lips in befuddlement as she cleaned her hands, disposing of the soiled materials before turning back to her friend.
"Maybe ... maybe Izy is jealous? I don't know..?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 1:10 pm
"Jealous?" Syd asked blankly. Then she started laughing. "Yeah, right! No one's ever been jealous over me--or do you mean he's jealous over something else?" she asked. Izy are you jealous of something?
<... Really, darkling, what do I have to be jealous about? I have no clue what you're talking about.>
"He says he's got no clue what I'm talking about... then again, neither do I," Sydney admitted. "I'm just--"
"Wait... what?" she asked, frowning and trying to prod Izy mentally.
"I can't believe I didn't think of that!" Syd said, her eyes widening. "Sasha, let me see your wounds! I'll help you!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 1:17 pm
<This one may be crazy, my dove.>
Sasha's eyebrows drew together once again as she watched Sydney.
"No, no. I'm fine, Syd. I already took care of my own little scrape." She smiled sweetly at the other trainee. "Are you sure you're feeling well? I know the sun.. it um. It's hot out there. Let me get you some water?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 1:28 pm
"If you would?" Syd asked. "I would appreciate it," she added, giving Sasha a little smile. The "mine" comment was sticking in her mind, and the entire conversation about how her voice hadn't bothered Sasha was echoing in her mind. It was time for her to stop talking and start thinking, she decided, trying to clear her thoughts. It had been easy enough to focus out on patrol--you saw something, you shot it. But now she was starting to think there might be something... wrong with her. Izy said.
Moon division? Syd asked him.
You mean--that cookie--it was-- "Oh for pete's sake," she said, pressing a hand to her forehead and falling back on her bed. But I don't feel drunk...
But I felt happy...
Izy added cheerfully.
Hendrix.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:15 pm
Wilson looked down toward his leg at the mention of injuries. “Oh! Yes, that’s right. I just got back from patrolling. I met this huge monster, but I managed to make it out okay.” He smiled, relieved to find Ryan was okay. “That’s good.” The trainee raised an eyebrow at the lad. “Leg?” Wilson’s smile grew wider. “Yes, master,” he teased, finding an empty to sit down and stretched out his injured leg while the other was bent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:20 pm
Baneful
Text from Clarice:You've been pretty good lately, guy. I'll treat you to another dinner when we get back, kay? Huni Pi
Text from Clarice:Don't let the leaders get you down, I think you'll do great. istoleyurvamps
Text from Clarice:Don't doubt yourself, but avoid unnecessary risks. Dragain
Text from Clarice:You crawled out of a pit of piranhas, girl, you've got this. Bilious
Text from Clarice:Stay cool. guy, find your own happy place! Bilious
Text from Clarice:Okay that came out weird so just do your best! Bilious
Text from Killzone:DON'T FORGET THE ******** JERRY SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bloodlust Dante
Text from Clarice:How do you like the heat, fireman? Lucyal
Text from Clarice:You've worked hard, you can handle so much more now! Don't let the doom and gloom spook you! Apparently Clarice was either bored, trying to cheer herself up, or having mild anxiety attacks at regular intervals.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:36 pm
[ clerise is entering ]
Feeling better than she did before her little walk with Rep, Clerise had wandered in, quietly bandaging her leg up.
She seemed to be in better spirits. Distant, but a small little smile on her face.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 6:07 pm
[Entering] Marcus was quite done with bugs more then that he was done with having his a** handed to him. His fear shield had held up but Dis was already saying to go and rest, let him recoup. The vampire's usual flippant attitude was gone and it worried the hunter trainee. Dis was normally jovial, but this time around? This time the weapon was soothing and encouraging, helping even. It happened rarely enough but for this long was unthinkable. The beep of his phone had gone off and the message had Marcus's lip quirk into a small smile. Dis chimed in again, encouraging. He just needed to do this. And not be bullheaded. Just- Relax.Easier said than done. His mind was still running though his body was slowing. The fact that Cass was still nearby- helping the wounded didn't help his mind. He hadn't talked to her yet. They hadn't talked about this mission, about them, at all. He was avoiding her to stay on task but- Dis I-
It's alright. You don't want to regret correct? I think so long as it's brief you'll be alright. Going to his girl friend, Marcus touched her shoulder. "Cass do you- have a minute?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 6:08 pm
[entering]
When Jordan came back into the tent, he looked considerably less upset than he had when he left; in fact, he was smiling, though it was a slightly-too-bright cookie-induced smile. Still, the tension that had gathered in his shoulders was absent now. He gathered up a bandage set from the available supplies and found an empty cot to sit on, shrugging his coat off to check how much damage the scorpion had done to his shoulder. Most of it had been absorbed by the Fear shield, but there were angry red marks where the stinger had hit.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 6:14 pm
Clerise offered Jordan a wave, but it appeared that she was busily tapping a text out on her phone. lizbot From Clerise:you know miss lady if you worry too much or your head will explode
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