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 Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 7:32 pm
"Right." Tuck shook his head. "If you were in this position, I'd be judging you. Evan Roberts, paragon of Deus," he laughed quietly, wincing slightly when his grin stretched the stitches that laced his jaw. "You a stronger man than I am."
He let out a loud snort.
"Man, s**t. I don't know what happened. I worked my a** off in school, and in the Army, too. You know?"
He was silent for a moment.
"Almost died. Lost a lot of friends. Lost myself for a while."
Tuck fell quiet again, his eyes locked on the floor beneath his feet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:28 pm
Evan huffed a laugh. "Not my place to judge you. I'm just a little more careful about choosing which battles I want to fight, is all. We've got enough trouble around here without making our own."
He grew quiet as Tuck became introspective, nodding as he empathized with the other man. He knew how easy it was to get mired so deep in the past that you never really got out, just tried to keep your head above it to keep from getting sucked under again. "Chin up, Bubbles," he said, trying to goad the other man out of it. "Eyes forward. Every day's a new day, and all that happy crap."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:41 pm
Evan was given a look. Tuck knew the other man was goading him, and he decided to let himself be dragged out of the quagmire his thoughts had taken him to.
"Yeah, yeah," Tuck grunted. A wry smile curled his mouth and he shook his head.
"You ever lose your shield?" A topic change seemed like the best idea.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 8:48 pm
Evan grinned as Tuck's equilibrium was restored. He had been prepared for the other man to take a swing at the sound of Evan's favorite nickname for him, but moving on was a much better idea. "Nah, not yet. Always stopped before one or the other of us got too low. What's it like?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:47 pm
"Scary as ********," Tuck fell back on his bed, gesturing for Evan to take the only other seat in the room, a small rickety wooden chair.
"Shoulda stopped sooner, but m'pretty sure Peyton was out for blood." Tuck shook his head.
"Healin' fast, though. Damn sure not gonna let it happen again."
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 6:04 pm
Evan nodded his gratitude at the invitation, settling himself into the chair--a little more carefully as it creaked alarmingly under his weight. It shuddered even more as he suddenly snickered. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he said between chuckles, "all I can think is, angry little girl with brass knucks against someone as big as you, you should just be thankful she didn't aim lower."
He shook his head as his humor faded, though his smile remained. "Thank God for these shield things though, right? All these people running around swinging swords and axes and fists...we never would have been able to survive any of that before. Almost worth the price of having a voice stuck in your head forever."
/You love meeeeeeee~/
"Almost."
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 4:28 pm
"Aww, hell. These women 'round here just as strong as we are, if not stronger, some'a them. Just cause she's little don't mean she can't kick my a**. We all on the same level playin' field here, I guess."
Tuck shrugged and traced an index finger along his jaw.
"It ain't so bad. I mean. Havin' someone up here," he tapped his temple with the same finger he'd used to trace the damage to his jaw, "can be.. well, it's weird, but I must be one of them lucky few cause Herryk ain't bad at all. He ain't loud, he ain't bossy. Ain't bloodthirsty. Frustrated, sometimes, but I think that's cause he had an opportunity to learn more 'bout where he came from."
Tuck cleared his throat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 9:54 pm
Evan snorted and shook his head at Tuck's description of his weapon. "Lucky doesn't begin to cover it, I think," he replied. "I'm pretty some a*****e in Life made Gir's tablet with Pop Rocks, Coke, and crack. He never shuts up, doesn't even make sense half of the time, and only has two volumes: loud and really ******** loud."
/HEEHEE I like you, you're funny,/ Gir cooed.
Evan resolutely ignored his partner, which never had the desired effect of shutting him up, but he wasn't going to instigate another round of hyperactive babbling, either. "Oh, yeah?" He asked instead. "How's that? Did you find out what he was, or something?"
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