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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:28 am
Well, Ella wouldn't hold up to much more of this at all- Tambrey was surprised she'd lasted this long, but perhaps choosing her based on type had been a good decision after all.
...
She caught Star's look and then flashed a slightly disbelieving look as she watched him go for the window.
Heading into a pokemon battle was a bad idea, but also, she found the action and instructions to be 'cheating'.
"That'll be an unfair advantage! Ella, don't let 'im!" Tambrey called, then found herself shielding her face from the gusts from Scream's wings.
Ella had, at least, the fact that she was small and that she was heavy, even if she wasn't fast. The little steel type dodged once, but found herself side-stepping into the other set of claws.
Her instinct, without waiting for instruction, proved to be to perform another Iron Defense as she was grabbed.
"Ron!" She shouted at the bird to stop- this wasn't a battle-move she recognized and grabbing an opponent in something that didn't seem to be an attack, at least yet, seemed impolite.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:08 am
"It'll be an advantage but I'd hardly say it's unfair." Star was smirking malevolently.
Scream ignored Ella's protests as he struggled to get a good hold on the little pokemon. Unfortunately she was small, heavy and covered by a protective shell that was difficult to grip. On his first grab his claws dragged across her metal plating, strengthened by the Iron Defense. Scream shrieked angrily, flapped backwards, then dove at the little aron again.
A strange thing happened next.
Scream managed to find a foothold on the struggling Ella, sealing what would be an inevitable victory in the exciting skirmish. Wheatley drifted closer, eye wide. He'd never watched a battle up close like this. It was fantastic! Brilliant! The best thing he'd ever seen! It was- one of Scream's large flapping wings connected with the approaching magnemite -too close.
Wheatley gave a startled "MAG!" as he was swatted out of the air, erupting in a blast of sparks. The powerful electric attack tore through Scream's wing. The bird shrieked and fell, dropping Ella. Wheatley, who had been directed downward by the impact, slammed into Ella next. "MITE!!" He flailed his magnets in alarm, setting off another electric blast in range of both pidgeot and aron this time. Injured and panicked by the second electric blast, Scream scrambled backward, flapping his wings to swat Wheatley away. The little magnemite was successfully smacked clear of the battling pokemon and toward the only other individual in range of the fight.
Star inhaled sharply as the metal ball fired in his direction and tried to scramble out of the way. "MAGNEMITE!" Wheatley yelped as he collided with one of the roboticist's spindly legs, setting off another startled blast of sparks. Star gave a strangled shout as his lanky limbs went limp without permission and deposited him in a heap on the floor.
On either side of the room Tambrey and Sky, the only two observers intelligent enough to stay out of he battle area, were left pleasantly unharmed.
Sky hopped to the edge of his perch atop the stacked shelves to look down at the tangle of pointy limbs on the floor. "Star."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:42 am
"Hang in there, Ella try and get him with a Metal Claw..." Tambrey had been trying to issue another order, aware that arguing with Star over what was fair was going to be a wasted effort... And going over there to try and stop him was just silly and dangerous.
Such a thought was rather unexpectedly, and dramatically, proven as Wheatley suddenly seemed to be -in- the battle, releasing electric attack after electric attack.
It was chaotic all of a sudden, with a giant bird flapping around and sparks flying around the room.
Ella was at first confused to be dropped, never having time to perform the requested attack (she made a note to apologize for the fact later) and then was suddenly suffering an electrocution of her own.
Well, that was really inconvenient and more than a little impolite; she would have to have words with that Magnemite about interfering others' battles, when she woke up of course.
Ella fainted.
Tambrey had launched herself backwards as the sparks had started flying, eyes a little too wide for surprise; she was panicked as she backed right across the bed to the wall and shrank against it, closing her eyes until the white spots had faded.
In her mind she knew, of course, it wasn't what she dreaded; they weren't suddenly back on the airship and those electric attacks weren't coming her way, but still she sat back, even after reopening her eyes, for a good minute or two.
She registered hearing a noise in the aftermath, just after it in fact, and finally looked up; right, Star's little bird.
Ah. Star. Yes.
Tentatively, Tambrey leaned forward and eased herself across the bed so that she could look over at where he'd gone.
Cautiously, then, she stood, retrieving Ella to her ball, and sort of edged toward the roboticist, alternating her gaze between him and Wheatley.
"... uh, y' 'kay?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:28 pm
While Tambrey remained on the bed trying to get a hold of herself, Star had managed to disentangle his limbs and push himself to sit up. He wasn't sure what the combination of the electric blast and his rough landing had done to his bandaged leg, but it hurt a lot. He jerked slightly, startled by Tambrey's voice as it distracted him from cringing and holding his calf.
"Do I look okay to you?" He shot a glare at Wheatley, who was on the floor near him. "What is wrong with you?? You could have killed me, you little moron!"
"Mite!" Wheatley chirped fearfully, eye wide. He glanced around at the room. Between his attacks and scream's flapping, the small quarters were now a disaster.
"I don't know how many times you think you can get away with electrocuting me before I toss you in a trash compactor!"
"Magnemite!" Looking afraid, the little ball tumbled end over end into the air, then vanished under Tambrey's bed.
Seething, Star turned his eyes across the room, where he spotted Scream. The bird looked disheveled, holding his wing at an odd angle. The electric attacks had been hard on him. Star's anger vanished suddenly as he scrambled upright to check on his companion. That was probably the plan, anyway. In actuality he scrambled upright, took a step and ungracefully toppled over again, not having expected the shock of pain that fired through his calf.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 4:00 pm
Well, she really should have seen that answer coming...
"Well... No." She admitted, then frowned a little as he threatened the... electric type. She wasn't entirely convinced that was really a Magnemite yet.
Hm.
Still, it hadn't seemed to do any of that deliberately and it was a rather cute, slightly fascinating thing.
She watched it scoot under the bed and decided she was alright with it being there for now.
"I... Hm." She'd watched him get up and now he was down again.
However it was in trying to get to Scream, who he actually seemed worried about.
"That looked... painful."
The grunt looked around the room, sighed and then crouched next to Star.
"He can be fixed up faster than you can... Probably better off in his ball for now... And you should... probably go back to the infirmary after that." She hadn't offered a 'how' though, despite having seen his last attempt to move.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:06 pm
Star shook his head and forced himself upright again. He betrayed a little whimper as he tested weight on his leg and muttered a strained, "I'm okay" as he limped awkwardly to Scream. Apparently he'd rapidly shifted gears from angry victim to tough guy.
He kneeled (collapsed) beside his bird, who eyed him with concern. He frowned, "I said I'm okay."
"Pidge.." Scream sighed as Star inspected the damage to his wing. After watching his master a moment he turned his sharp eyes to Tambrey.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:18 pm
Tambrey stood and stepped back, frowning after him as he went to check on Scream.
"... You pointed out, yourself, that you weren't okay. Although, that was a cosmetic query, I guess; 'do I look okay', but I really don't think you meant it that way and now you're limping worse..."
She started to follow after him, but stopped after a few steps; perhaps best not to approach the large, wounded, bird right now...
The large wounded bird that was now looking at her...
"You're clearly hurt... Or re-hurt. Or something. And given y' just got electrocuted while wounded anyway, that's a perfectly normal thing to happen and will need looking at..." She stopped, aware that she was on the edge of a ramble; best to stop while she recognized the path.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:22 pm
Star tensed and looked back at Tambrey, "Well if you hadn't been trying to steal my workspace I wouldn't be re-hurt!" Having finished assessing Scream's wing, he pulled a poké ball off his belt and recalled the giant bird.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 4:52 am
"Hm. I feel I have t' point out that I was trying to take back my storage and furniture rather than 'steal your workspace'... A lot 'f the things y've turfed out are private, some of the things are breakable and all of it was better tidied away..."
Tambrey approached, a little less cautiously, now that the Pidgeot had been recalled.
"I really do think y' should get looked at. Electrocution... hurts enough on its own."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:27 am
"And as I already told you, my need of it is greater." He sat on the floor and leaned against his bed as he unzipped the tall boot on his injured leg. "You don't seem to understand. I need a workspace. I had one in my old quarters and I need one here." Though he'd clearly gone about it the wrong way, it seemed like Star's fit of sudden decorating and furniture theft was really just an attempt to return to normalcy. At least, what he considered normal. If he could reconstruct the things he'd lost then maybe he'd feel better. His coat was pretty decent evidence that he liked to surround himself in things from the past instead of just accept change and move on. Throwing a fit about having a table seemed pretty ridiculous, but in his mind it was important and certainly worth rudely disregarding Tambrey's feelings.
He winced as he slipped his boot off and set it aside, then rolled his pant leg up to inspect the damage, "And you don't need to lecture me on electrocution. I know what it's like, this isn't the first time.."
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 9:26 am
Hm. So /that/ was it.
It certainly didn't excuse just.. taking someone's things and dumping them everywhere but at least there was a half-understandable reason forming here that rather explained the behaviour.
She tried not to snort in amusement as he fussed at her for lecturing him about electrocution; thinking about it, it -really wasn't- a stretch to think that he'd have suffered it before, perhaps more then once.
"I really don't find that hard to believe 't all..." Tambrey commented, but didn't elaborate.
"Y'know, people kind o' move and such all the time around here and they don't always want t' take their old things along to the new room f' whatever reason. Maybe we could find y' something suitable by asking around..." She regretted saying it almost immediately and braced herself for some bluster about 'being too good for hand-me-downs' or some such else, already preparing a comment in a rebuff to such a thing.
She crouched next to him, though, as he made to inspect the damage done by Wheatley's attack, apparently also planning to have a look at least, and likely to see if she could do anything.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:05 am
Star's brow furrowed at the suggestion of getting used furniture. He didn't seem enthusiastic about it, but his options were limited. He wasn't exactly loaded with money to go buy expensive tables. ".......perhaps.. if an adequate one surfaces..."
He arched an eyebrow and looked up from his leg as Tambrey crouched beside him. He'd removed the bandage on his calf. His skin looked red and irritated where Wheatley's blast had hit. Fortunately it didn't look to have done much damage. All the flailing around and falling had aggravated the healing bullet hole and torn one of its stitches. Shooting electricity into a wound that'd already endured a morning of flying stunts and a day of redecorating had apparently been too much.
With his pant leg rolled up Tambrey would be able to see that the rest of his leg sported the occasional mark from healed old wounds. Which, by now, wasn't much of a shock. While it seemed likely Tethys'd had a hand in past injuries, after this demonstration it also seemed likely that more than a few of Star's old wounds were aftermath of his own poor choices.
He squinted, still looking at Tambrey, "I did win, you know. Had that little idiot not intervened, Scream was about to win." It seemed important that he clarify this.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:55 am
The response to seeking used furniture was far less negative than she'd been expecting and surprised her enough to give a blink, but her expression remained more pleasant now.
Star probably didn't realise, nor would even count it, but the admission that he'd be open to seeking second-hand furniture in replacement could, in Tambrey's mind, more less be taken as an admission of 'borrowing with intent to return' rather than the theft that she had been considering it as.
Still, she did kind of need places to store things... She wasn't comfortably with the fact that Star -might- have come into contact with certain things, but kind of honestly doubted he'd noticed the contents of what he was emptying other than it being 'in the way' of his stuff.
"I'm sure things'll turn up pretty quick... 'S bound to be something. In the meantime, I kind o' need -somewhere- to put my stuff..." She looked around. "Speaking of which, y're going t' need that seen too and new bandages and such so, uh, where'd y' put the little medical kit... I'm not sure about that stitch, mind... D'ya want me to see if we can get someone up, on the 'dex or..?"
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:41 pm
Star continued to look at Tambrey. He wasn't sure what to make of the girl. Most people who interacted with Star seemed to fall into one of two categories. They either hated him and behaved in a consistently confrontational manner, or they liked him (or at least pretended to) and tried to do and say things to put them on his good side. Tambrey didn't seem firmly seated on either side. While she'd tolerate no crap from him, she kept doing nice things. She was offering to help patch up his leg minutes after declaring an unfriendly pokemon battle. He wasn't sure what to think about this. Was it a game? Some ploy to confuse him? Or was it just the way she worked? Was this the way Rockets in general worked? Would everyone here be like this?
The look he'd fixed Tambrey was evaluating and suspicious.
"Well.. when you find a satisfactory table let me know." He turned his eyes back to his leg. She was right; he needed to go see someone or have someone brought there. "..the kit is beneath your towels." He muttered, "Though if you can't repair that stitch then don't bother.." He frowned and looked at the door, "I would say it's optimistic to hope your infirmary staff makes house calls.." He didn't look enthusiastic about visiting the infirmary, but seemed to be accepting its necessity. Tambrey only had to repeat the fact about half a dozen times.
Looking frustrated, he picked his boot back up. He didn't like the infirmary staff. The last time he'd been there the nurse replacing his bandage told him to switch to shoes with less heel while his leg was recovering. He'd very nearly punched her in the face.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 1:22 pm
Tambrey appeared to either not notice or, perhaps, ignore the look that Star was giving her.
"Oh, I'll keep an eye out, but y'll have to look yourself," And just in case he was about to argue that "because only you know exactly the sort of quality that'll be suitable enough for a 'workspace'."
She had pulled out her 'dex anyway and seemed to be peering at it and fiddling with the buttons, like she was looking through things.
"... Hm. You'd probably be right about that; 'm not entirely sure who on here's goin' to be so useful for stitches anyway..." It wouldn't really qualify as a 'medical emergency' after all. "I'm not so good with that sort of thing. I can give y' a new bandage, administer medication if I know 'nough about it, but 'm no doctor or surgeon and I don't think my darning skills are about delicate enough for flesh." She paused then and blinked a little; he'd remembered where the kit was. Hrm. So he had noticed at least some details of what he was tipping out of things.
"So... I guess you'll have to go to the infirmary after all." She didn't seem to treat it as bad news, even though she had to be aware that he'd likely need some help getting there.
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