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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:10 am
"HEY!!" Came the surprised protest as the arm circled him, and... as ever, no pun intended, Zac proved to be 'travel sized'. "SONofa!! PUT ME DOWN!"
Which Ever of course DID after he was done...though it didn't make Zink stew any less.
And the bloody handprint from Ever's re-abraded hand didn't help at all either. "Ugh...damn it!" He said looking distressed. "I didn't even bring the bandages, God you'd better get gloves if you earn a captain's rank!"
"...not like mine are worth a s**t since they have no fingers.. oh yes, that reminds me. I don't think whatever keeps people from recognizing us hides finger prints... no one's been caught that way yet but just... keep it in mind." He said almost civily and then swiped with the chalk.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:17 am
This time -- finally -- Ilmenite was ready for the blow. He hopped back a step that put considerable distance between them, shaking out his hand and rubbing sore fingers together again.
With a few feet separating them, he took the moment to pull out his roll of duct tape and toss it gently, overhand, in Zink's direction. He'd wanted to look at it earlier; presumably he was still interested in exploring Ilmenite's less-than-fabulous weapon...
"What about, um, identifying markers? Scars, old injuries..." He shrugged a little, licking his lips. "They seem to get overlooked?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:21 am
"So far yes..." Zac nodded and waved one hand before realizing that the mark was now covered by a glove. "...The thing on the back of my hand...it's from one of their damned cats, she burned a star from one of their wierd forhead blasts right up my arm... Even my half sister didn't catch on...turns out it was her cat too." A moment's consideration before he added. "Not looking forward to hot weather either, I think 'claw marks from a large cat' might be pushing it even with whatever glamor there is."
He caught the ductape and looked it over before pulling out a good few feet of it, and twisting it into a tight rope without tearing it free. He wrapped part of the twist around his hand and swung the main roll of it. "Satisfying weight to it anyhow...I think if you could figure out how to get maximum impact you could do some damage with this." He said but... made no move yet to give it back.
He looked self satisfied again. "Well..." he said patiently. "Come get it back." And grinned.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:26 am
"Son of a..." The idea of Zink -- several times as strong as him, now that they were in uniform -- swinging that thing around like a flail made Ilmenite understandably nervous, shifting where he stood and not approaching just yet. Instead he lingered, shifted, watched, before giving in with a sigh.
He moved slowly, this time, carefully, circling as best he could, and when he felt he had an opening, he leaned in with a hand stuck out in front of him to tangle in the duct tape rope. It hurt. He gritted his teeth and struggled to catch it anyway, so that he could drag on the rope and try to pull Zink toward him...but probably just succeed in pulling himself toward Zink. He kept the chalk out in preparation.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:31 am
Zac stumbled forward for a moment, stronger yes but he weighed the same as he always did, it was half luck that he caught himself and gave a hard pull back the other way meaning to yank Ilmenite off his feet...
However he also stepped back onto a small rock, which turned...and yanked himself off his feet as well. "s**t!" He cursed crashing backwards Part of his miscalculation was that he was still relatively new to general level strength, and he kept discounting how damned thin Ilmenite was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:36 am
Zink opted for 's**t', and Ilmenite went for the ever-eloquent, "******** time to try to recover his feet. The tug set him off-balance, stumbling forward a few steps, successfully not tripping over his own feet -- and then, instead, tumbling down over the fallen General, one hand caught up in the duct tape and the other still clutching valiantly at his pink chalk.
At the very least, he might get a score out of this, as his arm got trapped between them and, grumbling, he tried to stand back up.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:14 am
The polite way to put it after someone jams a thick chunk of chalk over a bruised and broken rib would be 'ow' or something like it.
There was very little polite in what came out of Zink's mouth after that, and only about half of it was even English rather than half formed 'something'
He rolled over curling knees to chest and still cursing with a thick pink line clearly defined over his side. Kill shot anyone?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:40 am
The only issue, of course, was that Ilmenite had as much pink on him as Zink did. This had been a murder suicide. Tragic deaths. He huffed out a noise, swiping at his front as he struggled to his feet, and then blinking down at the General. It must have been an elbow. Or maybe a knee. Those were, actually, probably Ilmenite's best weapons.
"...um. Za...er. Zink..." Realization came across his face and Ilmenite hissed out a sound, giving up on caution to sink back into a crouch. "s**t. Rib? Ah. Do we need to go to the hospital?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:56 am
"NnnnnghNo" he said through gritted teeth. "Im just going to take a few minutes and hate you that's all." <********..." he swore finally starting to uncurl and breath easier. He rubbed watering eyes and rolled onto his back. "I think, that's good for today, how about you." he panted.
A brief pause and he added. "sit on me and one of us WILL need the Hospital though." probably both of them if it came down to it.
"You don't need the duct tape.. You are all knees and elbows."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:02 pm
Ilmenite was still crouched over him, the duct tape rolling further away from them as he frowned a little bit down at Zink. He wasn't sure he believed that it would be alright, and there was a certain edge of panic behind things. He didn't want to break the kid. He was supposed to be a General. He was supposed to win these things...
"I don't feel much...much better about it, though." He stayed there, patting his torn palm against his knee, still oozing blood a little bit. "Maybe I'll try that duct tape thing...but I think running is still the best bet, for me."
Ilmenite pined, a little bit, for the ability to teleport. He huffed out a sigh. "I can help you get home, if you need."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:21 pm
"I'm alright." he said with enough irritation in his voice that it was probable that he was trying to convince more than Ever. "gimie a sec... I'll set you up a target."
He sat up with a grimace and managed to keep his hand off the renewed bruise. "Just stupid on my part, forgot I'm not a captain." he got to his feet then and took a few deep breaths. "I was just worried about your hands." he said glancing away to try and hide the anger in his eyes. He wasn't going to disappoint with this training, not over an accident.
"Let's ah, let's try and avoid making that murder suicide thing a reality though hmm?" he said trying to tease and make light of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:26 pm
Ilmenite eased out of his crouch at the same speed Zink got to his feet, watching him closely, very much like he expected a tumble. A collapse. A serious sign of injuring. As if he'd have to catch his General.
"Um. Yes, I'd rather not dip into that territory." Again -- but he didn't tag that. One possibly-dead-girl was about all Ilmenite could take in stride right about now. It made him fidget, still watching Zink, hand spread to show him the mess. Needed to wash his palms again.
"I'll be okay. I mean, worst case it'll scar...but your palms are durable." He made a little face.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:55 pm
"Ilmenite..." Zink said with a serious tone and folded arms. "I'mshort.... Not made of glass. I promise I've had worse, all they would do at the hospital would be to truss me up like a turkey, I asked. Plus I'd never hear the end of how I was ruining her insurance rates."
He folded his arms carefully and tried to look more resilient than 5 feet tall. "I could pick you up if I had to, just ... Look I'm stubborn not stupid."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:12 pm
"I don't get why you're making it into a height issue." Though, he did look a little flustered, maybe a touch embarrassed -- because, yes, Zink's height did make him look..small. Fragile. It didn't reinforce the idea that he was a strong and healthy soldier, in any case, and never mind that he probably weighed almost as much as his lieutenant.
"...hmmph. Are we stopping, then? Maybe until you're better? Or, I guess, we could go...I don't know. Find someone else?" Or find someone else for next time, maybe. He wiped his palm against his pants.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:02 pm
"Because your looking at me like you just..."
He stopped dead, anger clear on his face when the words 'someone else' came back into the equation.
For a long moment it seemed he was going to say something furious and hurtful, but at last he looked away, still scowling, and then just tired and maybe a little sad.
"Yeah...Sure... fine...whatever." He said and stuffed hands into his coat pockets, before letting his Uniform vanish back to civilian clothes, his hands tucked into his pockets and pivoted on his heel.
"Do you have someone in mind or am I finding someone."
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