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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:51 am
Cee woke up to a droning noise. Something droning about 'information' and being useless or whatever. She couldn't be sure if it was a real voice or if she was having a nightmare where Taym rambled about Death division again. Unfortunately her efforts to roll over and cover her head with a pillow revealed that there was no pillow and sharp pains were shooting up her legs. A few life techs pushed her back into position, roughly, and told her to stop moving.
"What the faaaaaahk." Cee cast an arm across her eyes dramatically, tossed her head side to side, and leaned up to look down at herself. She was battered and bruised, a hot throbbing lump had formed on her forehead and from what she could tell her leg was splinted and ankle in some sort of air cast.
"Bulllshiiiiiiit..." She flopped back down with a heavy sigh.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:26 am
"Course I'm okay!" He said quickly, as if to deter any worry that was starting to sink in. The technicians had left his back alone, and he tried to get up, groaning with pain but managing nicely. "Better than okay. I got you with me, and we get to go home now. I wanna get back to work on our house as soon as possible.. and uh, you know who could probably use some attention." If that didn't focus her attention on getting back to the island, nothing will. "You feeling up to the trip? I'd carry you if you weren't, but uh, I think I can't. Back's gonna need some time to heal." He stretched slightly, and felt the scream of muscles and skin suddenly angry at his movement.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:29 am
Noemi nodded, sliding out of his arms and standing. There was some wincing, and small gasps but...
"I'll be okay! I'll be okay. I'll be in my room." She nodded. "T..thank you Milo." She laced her hands together, stared at him for a second before turning on her heel to rush to her room.
Rest. Rest and she'd be alright after it.
[Exiting~]
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 12:45 pm
Bradley gave his cousin a look that probably would have ended the conversation if Wilson had not sort of amended his statement. The phrase "this is how our world works" was really not what he needed to hear at that moment. Not when he was battered, bruised, and spent most of his time being totted around by Yzalin. Which was not something he was going to tell Wilson within ear shot of the Death lead or anyone else to be honest.
He really did not want to deal with flack for choosing loyalty to himself over Deus.
But when he'd been sent in with the death lead knowing full well they weren't going to win, it was hard to keep his loyalties aligned with his new home. His jaw locked for a moment, tension collecting in the muscles. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth, forcing those muscles to work.
There was no sense in getting angry over something he could not control. He ran a hand over his face, and sighed. "You're right." He gave a smile to Wilson, though it was tired and slightly pained. Wielding a giant glowing sword of light was not good for ones health.
"Also, remind me to never try to wield glowing swords again. They're incredibly loud, oppressive, and you do not get to stand there stalwart controlling them. You go anemic." The blood had thankfully been wiped from his face, but not his uniform. A giant line of red marred down his front. Never again. Though maybe ...
No. Just no.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:27 pm
The answer came with an immediacy that Mimsy would have found a bit suspicious under any other conditions, but in this moment, it was nothing but encouraging. Speaking up so quickly just meant that he definitely knew that he was okay, which was more than enough to pacify her concerns about him. The concerns about Lucky, however, had now spiked into critical levels of importance. She pushed herself up with some difficulty, ignoring the ache of bruises that had yet to form in favor of getting home. There was so much to tell him, and so much that needed to be done. "I can make it. I think that you have already injured yourself enough on my behalf today." She opted against patting him on the head, assuming that the action would probably be painful for both of them, and smiled at him instead. "Let's go home." With the same level of care that she would have used when handling delicate lab equipment, she took his hand and pulled it towards her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:24 am
It was a welcome change to wake up for once and not feel broken. Bruised, yes, batter, absolutely, but for once not as if one wrong touch would set her nerves aflame, one wrong look even could crack her open. Stormy lay there for a while, just listening to ambient conversation of techs and hunters nearby as she kept her eyes closed and her jaw clenched from the pain, only moving when prompted by whoever was bandaging her up.
Just the arms, the knees, and one slapped on her cheek for good measure. Very welcome.
With a soft grunt she rolled herself over and got into an upright position. Her eyes fell on one unlucky trainee, eying his injuries from top to bottom for a few moments (feeling sympathy, reminded of the days she had felt so helpless). And then a small, quiet smile of triumph appeared.
"Not dead."
astrazilla three days later...............
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 9:09 pm
He clutched at his wrist, grimacing as he properly regained his bearings. The sight of Stormy startled him-- he'd been ...texting, or writing to her, for a while. But...never really catching her in person. For a moment, Leslie almost didn't remember who it was. Her smile was infuriating until she explained why. Leslie, despite himself, found himself smiling back, all brittle and sharp around the edges, but a smile. "Yeah," he breathed. "******** yeah."
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