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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 2:25 am
Pretty much the instant Inigo started to pick up Spook, she was already wrapping around his arm with tassels and stubby arms for dear life. "Not sure," Alba said in answer to Inigo's question as the kid came back. He had only to reach out and pat her with his uninjured hand. The next instant, she had released Inigo and gone straight to latching to her human's side. He winced just the slightest, adjusting the Chingling a bit between his torso and arm so she wasn't hitting any particularly sore spots.
"The injuries are mostly to my left side, so as much as I don't like it, they say I may need a wheelchair for getting around at first. At least until the arm heals and I can switch to crutches." He let out a sigh as he took to staring at the ceiling. The more he thought on it, it wasn't so much the arm and shoulder that had been injured, but that entire area and a portion of his back had been hit with that Lucario's gust attack. A gust attack that would have hit Spook. No doubt there would be one heck of a bruise for it, and no wonder why Spook was so upset and protective now. He refrained from mentioning any of this to Inigo, though. The kid had enough other things on his mind without worrying about the older man as well. "I'll keep you posted."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 11:59 am
Khalon merely rolled his eyes at the argumentative Whimsicott. Obviously they were all worked up and upset; therefore irrational. He sat on his haunches, tail curling around himself calmly. He'd simply sit and observe; perhaps if they would just quietly converse without getting so worked up, the human wouldn't get so upset at the noise.
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Sierra raised an eyebrow at the comment, as if considering it for a moment, then replied, "I could...but that brings to mind the question of why you're in those restraints in the first place. Perhaps, you're dangerous and might harm me the moment I let you loose." There was a hint, only a hint, of a smile in her voice as she said this, implying that she didn't believe this to be the case at all.
He seemed to be in pain, and if the noise was bothering him, likely a head injury. Or he was just cranky. Either was a sound guess at this point. Still, more likely the doctors were worried about him hurting himself than others.
Right?
Focusing on the fact that the bed-ridden Rocket still hadn't told her his name or even rank, she took a different tactic. Raising an eyebrow, she commented idly, "Unless, of course it were an order from a superior officer, then I'd have to comply. But, what's the likelihood of that, right?"
Honestly, she felt sometimes like everyone here probably out-ranked her. Logically, she knew there were plenty of Trainees and other Grunts here in HQ, but sometimes, it didn't feel that way. It felt more like those she knew had left her far behind, few as they had been. Perhaps, in her efforts not to make waves, she'd set herself up to be overlooked instead. She'd just have to get herself out more and prove that she had what it takes to be an Agent. That she wasn't a failure.
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