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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:39 pm
"I'm fine," she said quickly, brushing some of the hair out of his face. "Some cuts, bug bites. S'just like a camping trip." A camping trip from hell maybe The chill of cooled sweat settled in much faster for Chel, her breathing returning but everything feeling sore, itchy or crusted over with a smear of red or black or god knew what.
She reached to where he was fiddling and opened it for him, guiding his hand to the right one, but not taking the bandages out unless he wanted the help there too. "Use 'em on you. Tenebrae says he's got mine." She prayed Owain wouldn't give her away.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:45 pm
"Chel," he said slowly as he worked the roll of runic bandages out and placed them on his thigh, "don't feed me bullshit. Not all of that blood is mine or theirs. Bandage yourself."
Theirs. s**t, they were still in existence, and that was enough to supersede medical advice to him. He didn't know how long they'd stay down. Plucking his glass off, he let them hang in his teeth by an arm, braced his good arm against the concrete, and pushed himself up with a grimace. Even a minor movement made his bandaged arm tingle unpleasantly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:52 pm
Chel sighed the same sigh she gave Chris when he made her clean up after meals or finish her algebra homework or do any number of things she wanted to leave unfinished and unkempt. The bandages went on enough to satisfy the requirement, but she cut them off short and wrapped the remainder around Jack's head to try and help reduce the future headache he would have.
Rather than stop him from sitting up, she instead helped him and scooted around him (ow) to provide support on his good side. "You did good," she told him quietly. "Took out three and got the clone." There was quiet admiration in her voice, envy even. All she'd done for her promotion was stick some daggers in the ground, and now with her bracelet she seemed permanently fixed in a position of being less than even trainees. Traitor was her rank.
"Just think 'bout how good that coat's gonna look on you," she said softly. "They could give y'a potato sack 'n you'd make it look good."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:39 pm
When his body was done punishing him for sitting up, he let his head loll back against her; it seemed to pulse lightly with every heartbeat. "Happenstance," Jack said. "The mission was supposed to be simple. We were just coordinated enough to keep it under control." He was too tired to take pride in it just yet.
He exhaled a long sigh and groaned. "Should've just taken the ******** clone and left."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:42 pm
"Yeah but then two more horsemen and a reaper would be makin' more clones and ********' more s**t up." She put a hand up to Jack's head, weaving her hand in the green, sweaty hair. Her bracelet bumped against his skin and she winced, trying to lift it off of him so the cold metal wouldn't shock him.
"Yer amazing," she said earnestly.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:57 pm
Dropping his glasses into his lap, he looked to her not so blurry face and said, "So are you," just the same. (He realizes he doesn't remember if he's ever said it aloud before.)
And then, "Which one do you want to double tap?" A gentleman's offer.
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:01 pm
Chel has a thousand arguments in her head, but she settles on, "No I'm not," and leaves it at that. She shrugged herself up, creaking the entire way up and letting out a small pained whimper under her breath. Act fine and you'll be fine.
"Dude just stay put. Yer arm's ********. I'll get it." It bore repeating; Chel would always get it, whether it was wine, two horsemen skulls, or Jack's entire hit list for the Sahara. She'd find a way.
Her dagger drove through the famine horseman and the fear slowly ebbed away from the it's skeletal frame. She wanted to kill the war horseman for payback, but under the slim chance that Jack did get up to try to help, the war horseman was an easier finish.
Famine: -11
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medigel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:05 pm
He didn't pursue; it was yet another matter to think about later.
Predictably Jack wasn't content with sitting down, and equally as predictably his attempt to go finish the War one was a bad idea. Pain radiated up his arm even just getting up, and with his glasses askew and his body aching, the walk towards its body alone was enough to make himself reconsider—one arm pinned to his chest, his head tilted to compensate for the uneven angle of his lenses, light headed from the pain. He looked a little igor-ish, and Chel had plenty of time to take the kill first.
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:15 pm
Chel nudged the war horseman with her foot first. Just to check if it was a feint.
War: -8
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chiickadee rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 10
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:18 pm
Then Chel smashed a boot through the blackish material, satisfied noise escaping her on accident. It was payback for the humiliation earlier, and for every crescent slice that now left a mark across her chest.
More things for Jack to put his teeth in, she supposed.
Seeing as both horsemen were dealt with, she slid an arm around Jack's waist and his arm around her shoulder to help support him in walking. "Alright beanstalk, one foot in front of the other now. Unless you want a soggy piece of paper fer a souvenir or somethin'."
War: -14
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:34 pm
With a disgruntled noise, he hung himself over her and desummoned his weapon; it was only dragging his shuffling pace down anyway. After having her pick up his torch, he let Chel lead them out of the trash riddled airport.
Outside the mist had turned into a light drizzle, and after a few minutes of walking a weak noise like a breathy laugh was issued.
"We never remembered the ******** umbrellas."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:42 pm
Chel stopped for a moment to shuffle out her phone which was then used to take a selfie with him. "Gotta save this for our couple's scrapbook," she said, mimicking his breathy laugh with a snort of her own. More accurately, she wanted it to look over as she did from time to time with all of her pictures.
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A cab was hailed with clever disguise and they feigned ignorant tourists well enough to get home. Chel's chest was heavy as she walked through the lobby for the last time, only feeling more out of place as they got looks for being dirty, strangely dressed and covered in bandages.
But nobody bothered them and they eventually made their way up to the room. It shocked Chel every time just how decadent it was, and her wallet whimpered from the idea of having to pay (but that didn't mean she wasn't going to; she'd be dead before she let Jack do this for her).
She helped maneuver him to the bed and asked, "You wanna take a shower first or you wanna rest?" She picked at her thumbs nervously. "Need water or anything?" She was already moving to her bag for her trusty bottle of aspirin for him. "I think I got an ice pack in here somewhere..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:54 pm
All throughout the journey back he exuded an air that seemed to exclude everyone else outside the bubble. They weren't Others, but they were inconsequential: mechanisms to let him and Chel get back to the room, meaningless eyes that couldn't begin to honestly see through the barrier. He stared someone down just to see them turn their head away skittishly.
The moment they were safe in the room and he had been sat on the bed, he started to awkwardly peel out of his clothes; they were soaked and freezing him in the air conditioned room. "Aspirin," he replied. "Ice pack. You can shower first, I'll take longer." There were fresh robes in the closet he could lounge in.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:58 pm
Chel shook her head. "I'm gonna take a bath. Think it'd be better for the bug bites." She grinned but there was something sad in it. "'Sides, last time I get to use it."
She brought him the bottle of aspirin and set it beside him, along with the ice pack. She shuffled to the bathroom sink, avoiding the mirror completely and poured him a glass of water for the aspirin and set that down next to the bed too. "Y'should just shower first." More nervously she said, "I'd wash easier knowin' you weren't out here dyin' or somethin'."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 4:19 pm
He popped back several pills and drained the cup, only realizing then how thirsty he was. What he didn't understand was why Chel was behaving so nervously, though, and it took Owain's insight to put it in perspective.
"You did fine back there," he told her. "The bandages are helping. If that's what you're worried about."
He stood up gingerly and grabbed his clothes before they left too big a wet spot on the floor. "Hopefully me acting like a b***h didn't make me lose street cred or whatever," Jack added as he made his way to the bathroom with a wan smile. "I'll try to leave you some hot water."
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