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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 9:29 am
Glaring at him as he got back to his feet, her ears folded back aggressively, Tayce shook out the affected hand before balling it into a fist again. Just in case. He was holding both of his hands up though, an instinctual gesture that was universal.
Look, I'm unarmed, I'm no danger to you, peace. Go easy.
All placating things, and Tayce wasn't sure she believed him. Not when parts of her body were numb from something weird he did. Holding her stance, she simply watched as he pressed into the cabinet she'd used to block the doorway in the bathroom and then held up a finger as if struck by an idea because of it. Rotating her body to keep facing him as he slinked along the wall and into the other room, she couldn't help her ears perking in curiosity at the commotion. Her fists lowered and loosened slowly as she blinked. This wasn't exactly an attack, she was pretty sure.
Tayce was just debating scurrying off to the bathroom to wash off what was left of the gunk that hadn't been absorbed when the male reemerged. This time holding some thin fabric, though it didn't look like the same stuff the sleeve was made of. Holding it out for her, she recognized that it was a bandana, and looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. This wasn't exactly a weapon, or... anything of particular use really. But he was miming a covering for his mouth, and Tayce let out a rush of air. A toneless sigh. It wasn't that she couldn't breathe... ok, maybe technically, but it wasn't like this air was toxic. Her damaged lungs just absorbed so little that she needed a higher concentration of oxygen to make sure she was getting enough through the pitiful, damaged tissue. Without the compressor to provide the richer oxygen mix, she felt like she was suffocating slowly. Drowning, almost.
Still, it was a gesture of goodwill, and reminded her that the poor device was dangling loosely, held by the tubing in her mouth. Gingerly taking the 'gift', she spread it out, fumbling a little with numb fingers, to look at the odd graphic with a head tilt. The lettering meant nothing to her, and neither did the image. Tayce had barely ever seen her homeworld, as it was, spending most of her life in the military and aboard ships or planets for training or...testing. Even so, this circle of blue and green fabric paint didn't look anything at all like Eridanus.
The military hadn't really budgeted in history classes into her training either; Especially about some planet that had been just about decimated over 600 years ago, and no one had visited in nearly as long. She'd been designed to kill, not think. Though her family had often suggested she was good at neither, though not with any real venom. Just loving tolerance.
She looked back at him curiously, not sure what to do now. Hit him anyway since she still couldn't feel her neck or hand? Cover her mouth like he was asking? Maybe he was offering her to cover her mouth because her breath was just that bad...
Female priorities kicked in, and Tayce scurried for the bathroom, easily clearing the hurdle of her self-built barricade. It took her a bit to figure out the sink, but then she was sticking her hands under the stream and scrubbing at the deadened appendage, tossing water on her neck, scooping up mouthfuls to swish around and then spit out, and just generally trying to get too much done at once. The bandana sat on the edge of the sink, forgotten for now in her mad scramble to clean up.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 2:51 pm
He watched her examine the bandana, not really thinking she'd be able to read the text, but he half expected her to recognize the planet's iconic image. Maybe she didn't care for Earth either? Neat. It didn't necessarily mean she was from another planet, like he was, but it definitely gave more weight to why they spoke different languages. Maybe. He couldn't really think of any advanced colony that was making their own high-tech armor, but it wasn't as if he kept up on that sort of stuff. Maybe he could do a search on the extranet sometime later, the scan from her helmet might prove to be useful for that.
Returning her curious look, he tilted his head and ears as she jumped back into the bathroom to...do whatever she was doing. He risked taking a peek and had to smother a snicker as she feverishly tried to get rid of the medigel, before shaking his head and deciding that she would be fine alone for now, and headed back to his pile of weapons on the couch. Picking up the neglected Avalanche, he left the rest in case she wanted something out of the bunch. There was always a market for used guns on Omega, anyway. Holstering the shotgun, he called out in what he thought would pass as a friendly and relaxed tone, before stepping through the door and locking it behind him. He hadn't set up her omnitool to be able to activate the doors, so she'd be fine. And with how easily she threw him onto his back, he didn't worry much about her safety anyway.
"I'm heading out for a bit. Don't wreck the place, okay?"
Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, relieved to finally be out of the apartment again. She was freaking out too much, and he was just getting worked up trying to calm her down, which was only making her panic more. It was the best option for both of them right now. Stretching for a moment, he took up his usual Omega-street-punk posture and headed towards the center of the station, trying to work out a list of places he needed to go.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 3:55 pm
Aware of him, but unable to hear anything above the running water, Tayce went about her frenzied scrubbing, only looking up when she heard him call out in his odd language. Turning off the faucet and trudging back into the living room she discovered that she was alone.
Really alone?
She peeked into his bedroom, with it's upturned odds and ends from his hunt for the bandana, and she scanned the main room. Nada. Ears quirking, she pressed on the main door and found it as unrelenting as ever. Huh. So, alone... and safe?
Her ears shot up as she scuttled back into the bathroom, her armor clanking on the floor as she hurried to get into the shower and wash away a week's worth of grime and fear.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2012 4:01 pm
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