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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:52 am
He took the stick from her and put it in his mouth, preparing for the pain that would more than likely ensue once he pressed his knife to the damaged skin. Fortunately he had been through worse, only once actually passing out, but for good reason.
"Reay?" he said though his word muffled by the stick. He obviously wasn't going to wait and see if she was, but as soon as that knife pierced his skin he nearly bit the stick in half.
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-Several gruesome moments later-
Finally as he tied the gauss tight around his ankle he let out a sharp sigh and spat the stick out, which really wasn't much of a stick by now. He laid back on the grass and scooched his rear off the stump to allow the ankle to take it's place. For a moment he closed his eyes and took deep breaths to get past the moment. "Well..that turned out well" he mumbled...even though it was more of a disaster than it needed to be
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:16 am
"Ready..." Nariko muttered, moreso to herself since he had pressed on before even making sure; not that she blamed him...the mental workup to do that kind of procedure to one's self must have been killer. Flinching as the creaks of the stick between his jaws could have been any indication on how much it hurt....she could only tell this was going to hurt a lot.
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Letting out a sigh of her own in unison of Dutch's, the vixen relaxed and could only observe as he lowered himself from the stump to keep his foot in a more comfortable position. With a blank expression she looked up to his face, seeing remnants of the pain still controlling the nerves. "As well as can be..." She chimed in, before unsealing the bottle of alcohol. "Hold still..." Scooting down to his foot, she lifted his leg rather gently by his calf so that his ankle and foot would be at a downward angle. Using some of the left over gauze she poured some of the alcohol onto his foot to make sure any lingering liquids from the infection and bacteria wouldn't flourish when he decided to put on his boot once more. Being delicate and careful to dab some spots above the gauze too once she was done; his leg tenderly placed back on the ground as she gathered the bloody bandages from the drain.
Standing, she walked a few feet away and set them on a patch of dirt clear from any grass; and removing a match from one of her compartments she tossed the flame onto the pile as it burned quickly. Last thing she needed was to attract things to her training ground. "How are you feeling now..?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:34 am
The ODST had no time to protest. By the time he realized she had picked up his leg and poored the cleansing liquid over his wound, he felt like thousands of tiny little needles just simultaneously stabbed into his ankle. He couldn't help but shed a few tears, but it was mainly because his eyes were held so tightly shut that what water was left was being squeezed out. Then she asked the stupid question
"Just...Dandy" he said through gritted teeth. He would rather take a beam rifle shot to the arm than have alcohol poured over a large open wound. At least the beam rifle would cauterize the wound...probably take his arm off, but a small price to pay.
After several moments of wincing and trying not to bite his tongue, he released the tension in all of his muscles and laid back once more. The pain hadn't subsided, but he had more or less got used to it. Again he let out another sigh, more so to take another set of deep breaths.
"Why are you still here?" he pondered outloud. He didn't say it snidely. It was something that had bothered him from the beginning. She could have left him behind to starve. She could have ditched him in the forest, even now she could have left him to bleed to death. And the way she had been acting, it surprised him that she had yet to do any of those things. "You know If your the type who'd rather kill me in an honorable fight, then you've got another thing coming!" he added after his brief train of thought...thinking that had to be the only reason why she hadn't left him for dead yet
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:49 am
"Good, then." Nariko decided to ignore his sarcasm for the time being and looked back to watch the bandages turn to ash before smouldering out. She made sure to cover it well with dirt and a few rocks before finally returning to his side to stand.
Looking off into the distance as she dwelled in thought about she'd probably need to go get the shovel to remove the blood from the surrounding grass. That is, untill she was brough back by his voice. Frowning, moreso in confusion he would ask such a thing...and not in the tone of voice she'd come to expect, Nariko was silent for a few moments as she seemed to really need to think about it. Swiftly she took a few sideways steps and crouched down; looking him sternly in the eyes.
"Listen, don't take this personally or anything...but I like you. Not...that way....but because I see a lot of myself in the things you do...or well; end up getting shoved on your plate. Not to continue spouting mushy crap that could be seen the wrong way; but if you haven't killed me yet, then I have no reason not to be here untill you can do a better job hiding from me." Standing, she leaned over the stump where the chips had been sitting from before and tossed them to his chest. "Now eat, you've lost blood...it'll do till you can catch some fish. I'll be back, going to get my shovel."
Nariko turned and walked with a sense of purpose back to the trees; amazed she kept a calm composeur while talking like that.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:57 am
Raising an eyebrow at her, he thought of how much she reminded him of one of his comrades, Mickey. Despite how much the bickered like a married couple, they always managed to stand together side by side, long enough to kill a bunch of covenant, or blow up a bridge. Either way, that's what this person reminded him of. It wasn't really comforting, but at the same time it was enough to make him feel slightly at ease.
He put his head back on the ground, only to have a bag of chips thrown at him. Hitting him square in the jaw, he cursed a little bit and scowled, but he wasted no time tearing into the bag and devouring shoving as many chips into his mouth as he possibly could. He probably would have eaten half the bag before she had returned
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:48 pm
Returning a few moments later with shovel in paw, she was glad he had eaten something - at least now he'd get off her a** with his attitude; for a little bit. Driving the spade into the ground around the bloodied area, she uprooted it before carrying it to the hillt slant leading down to another part of the thick forest. Heaving is as far as she could to safely keep any blood seeking creatures oblivious to come up the hill to find the source, she turned and found her seat back on the tree trunk.
Quickly putting her medical kit back together in the tin case; she put that aside to take up the fishing pole and began to attack a fly she heard were good for fish around the area or so Briareos had found. At least afterwards he'd be good to go to catch fish for a while.
She didn't mind if he ate the whole bag, not particularily hungry at that point in time. "You going to be good to go, or are you going to wait out here a bit longer?" She asked in a genuine curious notion; if he was this stubborn to run the whole way with an ankle like that he very well would head to the river or one of the lakes to start to fish. She wasn't sure she'd come with him, it wasn't like she was invited this time and without two rods undesired company would be rather....very, very awkward.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 1:39 am
as she arrived and started shoveling the blood soaked dirt, down the hill, he finished the bag of chips. Feeling a little bit sick and greatly parched from the salty flavor. He said nothing to this however as he sat up, feeling an instant head rush, so he laid back down thinking more about how he would need something to drink...he wasn't fond of going into shock.
"I don't think I'm going anywhere" he sighed as he plopped his head down to the ground below. There wasn't a chance he would go fishing today
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 2:30 am
"What..?" Nariko stopped tying the fly and looked down at the ODST, raising a brow as she had caught that attempt out of the corner of her eye. He wasn't going to go? Who was the one who rushed her all the way here so he could get it in the first place and now he was content to lay there after a bag of chips?
Placing the hook into the corking along the handle of the pole she set it down and got off the log; crouching down and the back of her paw on his forehead before feeling her own. Not fever; but he was warm probably from fighting the infection this long. "s**t.....let me see what I can do."
Standing she scratched her head in a concentrated though as she headed once more back to the tree. She did have a decent lunch, yet she was sure it wasn't going to be what a 'man' would need to feel satisfied. However she wasn't the one who just drained his leg and was starved to boot. Dropping into the hole she grabbed her small cooler bag and a case of the bottled waters she kept in the bunker for those just incase. Scaling the ladder she once more walked back to Dutch; cracking open the plastic of the case to offer him the bottles. Then she unzipped the cooler bag and pulled out a peach, an orange, a bag of almonds, two candy bars and a sandwhich.
"Don't you b***h about what you don't like. Unless its going to swell up your throat from an allergic reaction you eat it all; im not going to sit here all day with you so you need your energy." She picked the fishing rod back up and began to fiddle once more with tying, concentrated on her task since her larger paws were having a hard time with it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 3:04 am
He wasn't trying to be a drama king. Why on earth was she still here. He wasn't asking for anything, yet here she was taking his temperature and throwing food at him as well. "What are you, my mother?" he commented before the peach hit him, again square in the jaw. She was getting good at that.
Still, he mostly tossed the food aside and grabbed the first bottle of water and downed it in one setting. After he slurped up the last drop, he removed the emptied plastic from his lips and gave a contented sigh as he grabbed another bottle and chugged that down as well. he went through three bottles before laying back, feeling water logged and bloated
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:39 am
"Of course i'm not, we'd get along perfectly if I raised you." Shooting him a smirk she shook her head and finally finished tying the fly to the line. Hooking it back to the cork she set it on the ground by the other items they had used before leaning back on the stump to look at the sky for a few moments. However at the sound of desperate glugging and swallowing she looked over his way and made a bit of a disgusted face.
Men. No grace...and even she wasn't a stickler like her mother.
After he had finished and flopped like he was some obese fish out of water; she grabbed the end of the shovel and gave a few gentle pokes at his armor around his stomach. "So other than becoming a bushman....did you find anything out this past week?" It had been an afterthought since the Grunts that she hadn't seen him in that long; nor did she care any of those days as it had taken nearly the whole time to calm down enough to smile and enjoy the days.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 12:56 am
Of all things he wanted at that time was a shovel to his stomach. He put a paw over his mouth, feeling as if the water was trying to fight back and escape, but soon felt the preassure ease back to his gullet. In which case he attempted to sit up, this time with great success and without getting dizzy.
He pushed the shovel away and tenderly shifted his ankle behind him along with his other. Soon he was on his front paws and knees crawling carefully to a tree, which wasn't far, so he didn't look too pathetic. "Other than finding I'm alone. Nothing new." he responded gruffly. She had to figure out by now that he was never in a good mood, and if he was, it was all sarcasm and snide comments.
Pushing against the tree to support him, he slowly worked himself to a standing position. Momentarily trying to solve problems, he put a little weight on his injured foot to find it didn't hurt to bad.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:45 am
"Mmm...Is that so..." Nariko breathed out as more of a self thought than anything, looking out towards the tree as she began to believe that he was indeed stuck here for good. The whole possibilty of dimensional travel would make it near impossble to get back. Folding her ears back she turned her head when he sat back up and literally crawled to the tree to get to a standing position.
She should have known how hard it was to watch him struggle like that even though the gruff and sarcasm she'd faced; she would have not looked over. Turning her eyes back to the ground while her tail found its way around her hips comfortably, the gears in her mind turning ever faster as she tried to absorb everything.
"Were you...alone back where you come from?" She knew of the unit that he had explained he was in; yet although it seemed hard to imagine....he would have had a family too.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 1:26 am
Trying to get a feel for his foot, he walked...rather hobbled around. He felt a great deal for each step, but he had been through much worse in his time.
He hobbled over to the stump and sat down, reaching for the boot he had originally tied tightly to his leg, but now he went through every lace and loosened the leather foot protector so his foot could easily fit inside of it. Tenderly, he slid the paw and gauss past the opening of the boot and carefully settled in. He tied it up just a little towards the middle to prevent from tripping on the laces. Then she started making conversation with him. His eyes shifted to give her a hardened look. "Other than my team..no. I used to have a wife...but.........." he failed to continue the sentence for too many memories were brought up of her
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 2:48 am
Catching him out of her peripherals as he hobbled to the stump to put back in the boot he'd removed prior; Nariko felt her chest tighten painfully as the conversation took a turn for serious. Tightening her jaw the vixen dare not lift her gaze to meet the look she could somewhat see him give her...least she wanted to feel more retarded than she currently did for digging.
"I'm....sorry Helljumper...." She spoke on soft vocals, opting to at least give him a nickname - even if it lacked creativity, "I didn't realize." Married? Really? She couldn't see it, but knew he wouldn't lie about this kind of thing even in the short time she knew him. He must have missed her, knowing it was unlikely he would see her again. "She must have been something." The vixen offered and rose from the stump; bending down to gather the supplies she left on the ground in the neat pile.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:05 am
He shot her a look that was halfway between questioning and angry. Helljumper? Why not.....wait he thought as it occurred to him that he still had yet to give out his 'name' even though he couldn't remember hers...
"Dutch. just call me that" he said as he looked down at the boot before deciding it would have to suffice. He hunched over to the best of his ability and looked at the skull and cross bones painted on his chest, then at the helmet with the partial skeleton jaw. " She certainly was..."
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