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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:39 pm
"I'll... I'll take her to the hospital," he puffed, trembling. Maybe he'd make it to the bus stop. Or the edge of the street to get a cab. Or the end of the alley where someone else might see them and help. Or two more steps.
Probably the latter most option of them all, considering how he was straining already. He really, really needed to start working out. This was the last straw.
He just wasn't useful to anyone as it stood. He needed to fix it.
Then he realized the negaverse agent was following him, but not attacking. He stopped, leaning on the wall and shifting his grip on the girl, holding her close to his body protectively as he looked over his shoulder at the strange nega. The altered grip, at least, helped him support her weight.
"What are you doing? Are you just going to mock me now?" He frowned, pushing away from the wall and taking a few more steps with the girl against him. Maybe he could get to his cane, sling her over his shoulder, and have a much easier time of everything.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:38 am
"You're being a horse's a** so -- well, yeah, I think I'll mock a little." It was still grumpy, a little growly, his teeth set and a bruise darkening along his jaw. Again. Great.
"How's the knee, then?" Was that too familiar? Ilmenite tipped his head to look up and around, making sure that there were no unfamiliar energies following them and watching. He was pushing his luck, sticking around here in uniform. "You think it'll be helpful when you drop her?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:14 am
Tony had to put her down for a moment, letting her stand against him (as unconscious as she was, she didn't seem to mind), his arm around her and his other now free. He was leaning on the wall, turned so he could fully glare at the Nega.
"If you hadn't thrown my cane, then my leg would be just fine!"
He took a breath, hearing his tone echoing in the alley and knowing he was being petulant. He watched the Nega for a long moment, not sure what to think. Why was he still here? Biding his time before doing something evil again?
"If you're not going to kill us and you're not going to help, then what are you doing?" He asked, taking a breath and picking the girl up again. He managed to walk to the street this time, limping as he went. He was near his cane now, but picking it up with the girl in his arms was a bit... complicated. He stooped to get it, and the girl slipped and dropped a short distance to the floor. He still had her supported in her arms, so just her bottom and legs slipped from his hold as he reached with that arm for his cane.
"Oh dear," he said, though she was still out like a light, "sorry about that."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:04 pm
"I'm the bad guy, right?" It was meant to be glib, teasing, as Ilmenite stepped in to put his foot on Tony's cane to keep him from picking it up. Instead, it came out shockingly bitter, sour in his mouth. His mocking smile went stiff and furious, all of him too-tight with the edge of frustration.
Ilmenite seemed to realize how bad that came out. He made a small noise, mostly swallowed, and struggled for his confident mask. He got an eyebrow up, at least, teasing as he met Tony's eyes. "I'm making your life difficult. Because that, it seems, is what you expect."
He wasn't moving his foot, and he didn't move to help with the girl.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:37 am
Tony stopped his hand when he saw Ilmenite's foot, looking up at him slowly. He frowned, angry to say the least. There was also slight disbelief there. Like the nega wouldn't dare do something that spiteful. The slight edge of playfulness, a strange sensation that had been lingering in the air since being forced to pick up the girl by his pride, vanished when Tony's eyes settled on the nega's face.
His expression was cutting, and Tony winced. He felt a surge of fear and defiance at once, though he had no idea what fueled that look of fury on Ilmenite's face.
He couldn't begin to understand.
Tony frowned, then made to put the girl down carefully. He moved slowly, calmly, and then, of course, lost his temper and stepped over her in a hurried effort to tackle Ilmenite. Make his life difficult! Tony did not like this guy. All the librarian wanted to do was help the unconscious girl that the nega had clearly gotten what he wanted from. But now he was being prevented in that, out of some spite and malice that was just infuriating.
Of course, all of that could have been avoided if Tony had just made some smarted decisions, but his need to be useful and his growing, learned dislike of the Negaverse, were in conflict with a spark in the back of his mind that he didn't know what to do with. The idea that made him doubt this moment, his fight. The fact that this nega might not be so bad. But that thought was squashed.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:40 am
Tony was brave, daring, and yeah, maybe a little bit out of his element. Trying to tackle a negaverse officer -- even just a lieutenant -- was not the wisest move for him to make. Ilmenite blinked, shocked, and Tony slammed into him with all the force that a staggering, halfway-crippled 40-year-old-man could.
Not terribly impressive. It got a stagger and then a low sound, frustrated, not quite a growl. Ilmenite shifted to wrap both of his own arms around Tony, pinning his hands against his sides and setting him off balance enough to make it difficult to kick. Not impossible, of course, but...
"You aren't the hero, Tony." He'd forgotten his intent not to use real names. He wouldn't remember until sometime tomorrow, probably. The disembodied voice might tug familiar, even if magic kept Tony from really putting his finger on it.
"You aren't equipped for this fight. So call a cab and take her to the hospital if you want, but for ******** sake, go home and stay there."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:26 am
Tony let out a yell as he was caught in his reckless tackle, grunting once again as his arms were pulled behind him. It seemed to be the theme of the night, and he knew he would never get another hit in, or do anything close to triumphing the Nega in a fight.
He should have given up already, and stuck to getting the girl to safety.
His chest tightened when the Nega said his name. He wasn't wearing his name tag, so his immediate reaction was a stab of fear. The Nega knew who he was, after all, and that was never a good thing. But then, he rationed, they were near the library and he was the librarian. His name wasn't uncommon knowledge. Maybe the Nega was just flashing it to do exactly what had happened: cause fear.
"Alright, alright!" he said, his voice tight. He struggled, wanting to get away.
The girl on the floor groaned softly, her head moving slightly but she didn't wake up. It wasn't clear if she was trying to, or if she was going to stay out for the count a while longer.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:45 am
Ilmenite let go of him all at once, drawing in a deep breath and putting his hands up as he stepped back. His eyes flashed up the street and then down, making sure they hadn't acquired any furious onlookers, before he stepped back again --
And before Tony could reply again, or do something else to piss him off; before Ilmenite could say something incriminating or stupid, he took off at a dash. He'd be smart enough to avoid the area near the library next time, at least.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:32 pm
Tony watched Ilmenite go, though he hadn't gotten a name of course. He sighed in relief, flopping to the ground, his arms burning. He looked at the girl near him, sighing.
He was glad she hadn't seen his less than awesome attempts to protect her. She might have laughed at him by now, or taken over to handle things herself. It probably would have gone better.
Getting up, he picked her up and waved a cab, explaining she needed to get to a hospital. He had collected his cane, and was off to make sure she was okay. The cabby decided he had done something to her and made sure to let the cops know his thoughts, which resulted in Tony being taken to the jail until things could be sorted out, because he couldn't offer any good answers to the questions about her condition. He was self programed not to mention anything Senshi related and, as it turned out, that stretched the Negas as well.
It was a very long day, all told.
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