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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2020 8:44 pm
He was pleased that Nalanda threw a punch, it seemed like they were really starting to work together more. It seemed like a good punch too and…
And then suddenly Nalanda was being pulled towards him and for a moment, a flash of when Ammersee had thrown him shot through his mind and he swallowed, yanking hard on the lieutenant’s hair so that he would at least not be able to do any more harm while he and Nalanda had another jarring collision.
He wanted to curse. He didn’t curse, there wasn’t much that Qingcheng didn’t do, but it took a lot for any expletives to escape him.
This was almost one of those times.
“You…you are utterly and completely a jerk.” The page spat, trying to reach out to catch his friend instead of getting hurt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 6:27 am
Nalanda was already struggling to keep on his feet so all the tugging and pulling was only making it worse; he still collided with Qingcheng, though with the other page preparing for it, the impact wasn't so miserable.
His leg was still still giving him more trouble than he'd signed up for, and briefly he wondered if he was going to have an issue with working after he powered down. He wanted to go home, but the punch didn't seem to have given him the desired effect--just because Qingcheng had caught him didn't mean that they had made it out unscathed.
Instead, in a tangle of limbs and momentum, he went down with both agent and page. He didn't know where his elbow landed but it was softer than the hard ground his tailbone found, and despite it all he had just barely enough awareness to try and spare his leg from any additional pain. The breath had been knocked from him--what a surprise--but it stole away whatever bitter words had been growing on his tongue.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 7:06 am
Well, that didn’t go quite as planned. All of them in a tangled pile of limbs, but at least for that moment, no one was throwing punches or kicks. No one seemed to be at a good angle to other than the ELBOW that was currently grinding into his stomach. He might have made an involuntary sound when that particularly pointy joint hit home; he just wasn’t going to admit it, much. “Oof! God, what the heck do they feed you, crazy pod people? You’re like a bag of rocks!” He pushed awkwardly, trying to roll them. “This is the stupidest fight I have ever been in! And that’s saying something! You’re not even creative on insults! If this were a sass wary, you’d have already lost!”
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 5:51 pm
“Would you just stop talking?” Qingcheng said, irritation evident in his voice. He was still trying to support Nalanda, still trying to make sure that his friend didn’t get hurt any worse than he had. Before he realized what he was doing, his hand had curled into a fist and he sharply brought it down onto the top of the lieutenant’s head, feeling a surprising amount of rage at the male.
“I hope I never have to see your sorry excuse for a face again as long as I live. Nalanda, come on…let’s go home.”
He pushed himself up, deliberately putting as much pressure onto Parisite as he could and helped his fellow Cosmos Page up in the process. “We don’t need to stick around to watch this…this trash. And I want to make sure that your leg is taken care of.”
The more he saw of it, the more he knew that war was absolutely no place for Priam…
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 6:04 pm
Priam had nearly apologized for the elbow; it was just instinctive for him. It was an effort to keep his lips pursed and to keep himself quiet. He had no drive in his heart to add to their dialogue, and yet he felt a great need to reply, somewhat defensively, "My leg is fine."
It wasn't fine, he didn't know who he was kidding. The agent had to know what he was doing, and if Qingcheng could see how badly it was affecting him then he was just lying--maybe poorly. He didn't know if it was just because he didn't want to give the agent the satisfaction of knowing that he was in an immense amount of pain still, or if he didn't want Sterling to think he was so weak, but he was determined to keep up the front for as long as possible.
He let Qingcheng help him up and stood as tall as he could; he didn't wait for Parisite to make any quip, didn't wait for a rebuttal or sneak attack--he started walking back. It wasn't easy to do it without any sort of limp, but his pride gave him enough strength to carry out the lie--at least, so far. He wasn't sure if it would be worth it by the time he got home, but he was desperate not to look so weak.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 7:22 pm
“OW!… wow, that was… super mature.” He rubbed the top of his head with a grimace as they disentangled themselves, using him for as much leverage as they could, or at least that was the newcomer. This was, in -theory- a war. They were aliens or some such who had destroyed their own worlds and invaded this one. But they absolutely sucked. Ponce was exceptionally embarrassing. He felt bad! He shouldn’t feel bad at all; they wrecked worlds, and maybe the guilt was part of it, but he couldn’t bring himself to follow. Instead, he sat up, rubbing his brow and contemplating what of the fall might cause a bruise and scowled after them shaking his head. “… how the hell is this even a war? This is like a… like a kid’s tv show with extra costumes.” He shook his head, baffled. He huffed and thought about what to do next.
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