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 Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:06 pm
Everything hurt.
He'd managed to drag his pathetic self into a shower, cleaning himself and his mangled nose up the best he could. He was bruised and battered, that much was for certain, and he wasn't sure if he needed to go to a doctor about damaged face or not. Hell, if his nose healed crooked, that would certainly be less than dashing.
Changing into some old sweats as gingerly as he could, Drew made to sprawl out on the old apartment couch with a groan, ignoring the way his muscles ached. He debated calling Linarite up, dismissed that almost instantly; like he needed to deal with hysterical parents wondering why the hell an older man was calling their precious daughter.
That left Ursula. Ursula, and vodka.
He called her up without hesitation, hissing through his teeth as he prodded at his nose before he heard her pick up, and-- "Baby, I need some vodka. I need some vodka now."
Then he hung up casually, muttering and tentatively seeing if he couldn't at least try to push his nose back into place. His face was swollen, would undoubtedly bruise by tomorrow morning, and he could feel his lips were split.
Hopefully that woman got the hint, and alcohol and bandages were on the way.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 10:06 pm
She almost hadn't bothered. Almost.
"Baby, I need some vodka. I need some vodka now."
Very few individuals had dared to call Ursula anything but Ursula ever since she'd gotten married. One of those exceptions also happened to be one of the very few individuals that could get away with making requests of Mrs. Killingworth. Khalid, Khaldun, Aree... and Andrew.
Shifting the paper bag in her arms, one hand dug down into her large black purse as she blindly began to hunt down her keyring. It had been months since she'd been anywhere close to this apartment complex. There hadn't been any reason. But now, of all times, he'd called, which could only mean one thing.
Andrew Collins was well and able to fetch his own alcohol. At least, he usually was. And, should he be well and able to fetch his own booze, he knew damn well better than to request it of her to fetch and bring him some. Which meant (surprise surprise) that today was a special occasion and that he was probably sprawled out on the carpet, blood once again staining whatever furniture remnants his apartment still housed. It was an old tradition between the duo, a tradition that had begun when both adults had first started off on their adventures as officers of the Negaverse. Two young lieutenants who hadn't had a ******** bit of sense between the two of them, both ending up with more bruises and cuts than either cared to recall. It was an old tradition Ursula never cared to keep up, but one all too familiar. It was time to play nurse once more.
Keys retrieved, she unlocked the door and made her way inside, disregarding the notion of knocking and making her entrance known. One look at the broken man on the couch was all it took for Ursula to emit a long, heavy sigh as she closed the door behind her. "You look like s**t, darling."
Shaking her head, she made a beeline for the kitchenette, hoisting the bag filled with medical paraphernalia and alcohol onto the counter top.
"I hope your nose heals properly," the older girl continued as she reached in the cupboard for two glasses, "I'd hate for it to go crooked. Would serve you right, of course, but it would be a shame for such a handsome face to go to waste."
Her words were light, obviously a tease. The vodka's cap was ripped off, and she poured them both a liberal amount before making her way towards the couch. "Now, are you going to tell me what happened this time? I know you like it rough, dear, but I think you went a bit overboard. Who's the babe? I hope she's cute, at least."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:21 pm
A swollen eye cracked itself open at the sound of the key rattling in the door, and Ursula John--Killingworth waltzed in the door, as beautiful, as gorgeous, as goddamn sexy as he ever remembered her to be. But that was a long time ago, and he tilted his head back with a faint grin. Of all the luck. But he'd seen that bag in her hands before she'd slipped out of sight, her words still carrying.
"Some women like their men to look rough and dashing." He rasped in reply, and he looked her over appraisingly as she turned with a generous amount of vodka in both hands. She wanted to know who it was, huh? Wanted to know his story?
Oh, he'd give her a story.
"Cavalier Kunzite."
Right. Story-idea, gone. "Bit of a stick up the a**, but eyes to die for." His tongue flickered over his teeth unconsciously, remembering the taste of her skin in the frenzied heat of battle.
He was watching Ursula's face intently, waiting for a reaction. Did she remember the dear Cavalier? Oh, undoubtedly. "Wasn't too happy with me, baby."
On that note, did Ursula know he'd even killed a senshi? Probably not. The glass was taken, and he took a generous swallow before he rasped a little from the burn, savoring it. "Turns out they've got a bit of a grudge against me, the skirt-flouncers. Bet you can't guess why." God, his face hurt.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:42 pm
The smirk immediately fell as soon as he uttered her name.
Her grip tightened around the glass and as soon as he'd taken his own, she tossed back the vodka in the remaining cup.
Kunzite.
This would make the fifth. Five other Negaverse members had been subjected to Kunzite's attacks, leaving Ursula in the wake to tend to a majority of them. Nova had died. Serandite had been let go with a message. Charonite and Tanzanite had both nearly died by Heaven's Mandate and now Obsidian, Andrew, lay sprawled in the couch with injuries from the same individual.
"Please tell me you killed that son of a b***h."
No - if he'd killed her, he would have come to boast about it. It was Cavalier Kunzite. Charonite himself hadn't been able to kill the little b***h, so she shouldn't be hopeful that a Captain had done the job.
Her free hand moved up to rub on her temple and she turned back around to fetch the medical supplies. Once the band-aids, washcloth and disinfectant had been retrieved, she returned to the redhead's side and ripped open the package of gauze. Her mood had been successfully soured, but Andrew was the focus now. She had to focus on him. Him. Not Kunzite, not the fact this was the second bloody man on a ******** goddamn bloody couch that she had to bandage up.
"She's a he, by the way," she commented curtly, her humor as flat as her expression, "So I'd be careful about how hard you stare into those baby blues, dear."
Kneeling at the side of the couch, she took the washcloth and began to dab at the blood on his face. "Now, tell me why in the world they would have a grudge on you aside from the fact that you're a Negaverse agent. I imagine that's a death warrant in itself, Obby darling."
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 7:24 pm
Someone was not at all happy to hear about that, so his deductive reasoning told him. He had no idea that Serandite had been wounded--probably wouldn't give two shits, if they were being honest. Nova though. Nova was different. Nova had died in his thoughts and his memories and was buried a long time ago. There was no grieving for the corrupted sailor, not then, not now.
"Wish that were so, baby. Wouldda brought you her head as a pretty trophy for your wall, if I had." He didn't sound regretful. Pleased, somehow, despite how ******** up he was, like he'd held his own against one of the few threats to the Negaverse (in his mind, anyway).
He grunted at the mention that Kunzite was apparently a man, lips curling a little as though trying to figure out how the ******** that worked. "Nasty. Didn't say I was gonna stick my d**k in it though, but I appreciate the concern."
His good eye squinted as the washcloth stung at the dirty cuts, but not a sound slipped free. "Killed a Sailor Sagittarius, apparently." He'd let that slip out casually, snorting even as a grin slid over his face.
"Plucked his starseed right out of his chest. Was a civilian--didn't even realize until he was dead." Weirder s**t didn't really happen when you lived in Destiny City, waging a secret war, but life was apparently filled with surprises.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 10:07 pm
"Wouldn't have matched the furniture anyhow."
Not that Charonite wouldn't have tried. Well, then again, one probably didn't mount their former Captain's head on the wall like a deer. What did one do with the dead body of their former boss? "Then again, I don't know what you stick your d**k in these days anyhow." She paused, "And I don't want to know, so you can quit grinning at me like that."
Her dabbing paused, however, as he revealed his secret. A Zodiac? Obsidian had taken down a Zodiac? Eyebrows rose, but she said nothing at first. It was, historically, one of those rare occasions when Ursula failed to have anything to say.
Finally: "Sounds like someone won the star seed lottery."
It was incredible. True, he hadn't physically taken a senshi down and then grabbed the star seed, but it was a tremendous feat nonetheless. A Zodiac, finally killed.
Rising from the floor, she dropped the washcloth on his face before moving back towards the kitchen. Rummaging in the freezer and cabinet drawers, she soon returned both with vodka bottle in hand, and a bag of ice wrapped in paper towels. Instead of sitting on the floor however, she nudged him over so that she now had a place on the couch. Discontent with being moved, Andrew took back his couch space by laying back down, making a pillow of her lap. She pursed her lips for a moment, then moved to pour them both more alcohol as her other hand placed the wrapped ice pack over his bruised eye.
"So, did you bring the star seed back to the General-King or did you eat it?"
And then it dawned on her.
"Wait...so that's why you were so ******** up at the wedding." She couldn't help but grin - it all made sense now. His calm, carefree attitude, his almost drug-like state, "You were high off of that kid's star seed, weren't you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 11:03 pm
"No? C'mon babe, it'd have matched great with those cushions." He tried not to grit his teeth even as he stretched out, taking another hearty swig of vodka to force himself to focus. Or, more accurately, forget about that aching, and instead pay attention to the one burning in his throat.
"Could say that." He would agree amiably, loosening up with the alcohol. It was impossible for him to be in a sour mood, not after a scrape like that one, and Drew watched her with a deceptively lazy gaze to better judge her mood.
When the washcloth dropped, he watched her go, waiting until she returned and claimed his couch like it was her own. It was a risky move, laying himself down in her lap like she did, but she only settled the ice over his throbbing, swollen eye.
His sigh wasn't quite a groan, but it was close, and a grin curled at his lips slightly at the question. "Both. Gave it to the big man, and he gave it back as a reward. How is the yak, anyway?"
Ursula was quick to catch onto the cause of his condition on her special day, and he chuckled, despite himself. "Maybe just a little. Made it a hell of a lot more fun, right?" She couldn't tell him otherwise, he wouldn't buy it for a second.
"Wore off quick though, the little s**t." A regretful sigh. "Guess that just means I'll need to find a new supply..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 12:57 pm
One eyebrow arched and she shook her head. "My husband is doing well, thank you for your concern. At least he should be. He is married to me, after all."
Setting down the glass, she moved him to sit beside her, giving her legs room enough to prop her heels on the coffee table in front of the couch. Her arms had slid themselves over her chest, and she gave him another Look. "You behaved yourself for the most part, and that's all that matters. Though I suppose I should thank you for escorting me down the aisle. Sort of difficult to have your father do it when you're not willing to see the man."
She grinned at his supply comment. "And that's all the more reason for you to go out and get another one, dear. It looks like you may already have one in mind, judging by how you and Nerissa had it off before. Or, you know, there's always Castor to make up for last time's mistake."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:12 am
He was almost expecting to get popped in the ribs for that one, which would have been justly deserved and entirely cruel.
"Ohh, Castor..." He grunted at that, remembering how the senshi and his new curly-haired girlfriend had thwarted him yet again. "You know, one day, I'm just gonna haul his a** back here and we'll just take turns going to town on him. How does that sound for a birthday present?" Yes, he was shameless enough to try and pass off gifts for the way future, which would therefore render him immune to any gift-giving compulsions when October eventually rolled around.
"We'll get to Castor next time." The man eventually said, angling himself gingerly to the side so he could lay his head in her lap, placing the glass on the nearby table. "Let me die in peace, for now." And for as long as Ursula would stay there, Drew would slip off into a doze.
By the time he woke, she was gone, and he was left only to reflect on how much time had passed between them.
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