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 Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:16 pm
Warwick remembered running; he remembered that he'd been jogging, was still slightly damp from the effort. He remembered talking to someone, too, idle chatter that slowly dissolved into fuzzy memories and then nothing at all. He remembered a tall man, too many layers for the heat, dark clothing fully out of season --
And then he remembered waking up propped against a tree with his arms feeling like led and all of him icy from his sprawled position in the shade. An approaching senshi or knight would still be able to catch the retreating edge of an aura, a negaverse agent fleeing the scene and living a greatly-drained Warwick trying to recover his feet and wobbling drunkenly as he did.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:23 pm
Hesperis had been on the prowl, having just stepped into the location and felt the retreating aura. She'd been about to go aftern the agent in pursuit, but then she spotted a very tattooed man who had visibly been the agent's victim.
...As much as she loved to whack around negaverse a**, she knew what she had to do. She jumped from her perch and powered down, becoming Darryl again. Normality might frighten the confused man less.
"Hey." She said, sliding into her role of a passerby. "Hey. Dude, you're okay ?" She stopped in front of him, offering him her hand.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 2:27 pm
If nothing else, Warwick was definitely not afraid of fifteen year old girls; he blinked up at her, at the extended hand, uncomprehending for a very long moment before he caught on to what it meant. He looked drugged, stupid, hungover a little -- and yet he still hauled himself up to stand with her aid and the bulk of the tree behind him.
"...uh." Was he okay? He didn't feel so good, really. One step and he swayed, licking his lips and trying to get himself pulled better together. At least he didn't have the bulk of his performance bag with him. He wasn't sure he could even lift it right now.
"I guess? I don't...there was a guy..." Words came out slurred, accent heavier in the thoughtless moment.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:24 pm
Yes, Darryl knew all too well that he wasn't drunk. She certainly knew how drunk smelled like.
Didn't hurt that she had caught the end of what had happened, through. She could have chased down the nega and maybe had gotten the energy back... But then something else might have stumbled on him in this state. Something less friendly than her. No, she would have to beat up the thief later - she was certain she'd made the right choice here.
...Through perhaps she should have stayed into her page form for this - she was a fifteen years old girl with the strength of a fifteen years old girl, through at least he seemed more or less able to carry himself - it was just a matter of making sure he didn't sway badly enough to fall and maybe hurt himself.
"I saw him leave - he's gone now." She tried to reassure him. "Can you tell me where you live ? I'll get you home, at least. Did he have a weapon ?" She couldn't see any actual wound on him, so it didn't look like the agent had bothered to do anything but take energy, so she didn't think a trip to the hospital would be needed.
Thankfully, because her turning him in would me mighty awkward. If she had to, through, she would.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:37 pm
"...uh. Well." Warwick tried to think; memories were starting to trickle back. Mostly the man's uniform, some of his less-than-witty, definitely-inexpert banter. Just a kid, he'd thought, but maybe that had been a mistaken impression. Could a kid do that?
Well. Maybe. He'd done some crazy s**t himself...
"...not a weapon, I don't think, but he had..." A gesture, rolling, hands forming the loose shape of a ball, and then one trailed out a bit behind it. Obviously Warwick had something in mind, he was just digging for the proper words.
"It was like a toy? We had one, once. Played with it. Swing it around the cloth bit and throw it? I don't know..." It had struck him as a weird thing for the guy to have, though.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 3:07 pm
Utterly useless toy-like weapon ? Check. At least it had been a low-ranked. She'd seen what the generals wielded.
She couldn't help but shiver a bit at the thought.
She started walking, as slowly as she could, supporting him - not an easy task for a fifteen years old girl. Hesperis would have had a much better luck. Ugh, maybe she should have stayed powered...
She hoped he was in a good enough state to guide her. It wasn't like she could just take him to St-Mags,
"Did he hit you, can you remember ? You don't look that good..." Worry colored her tone. Of course, she had a good idea what had happened, but she couldn't outright say that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 2:21 pm
"No, we were just...talking." It was frustrated, and it tugged at the edges of his memory, Warwick struggling to figure out exactly where he'd seen something like that before. His mouth shifted, his shoulders slumping, one arm draped in around Darryl. He didn't even know where they were going...
"Sometimes I really hate this city." It was said with a resigned edge, frustrated, like Warwick was maybe thinking about getting the hell out of there. Hit the road again, travel around a bit. As soon as he said it, though, he realized how ungrateful that was, and tried to brighten again for her.
"...ah. But thank you." His smile was a little weak.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 11:52 am
She seemed relieved as she was told that he hadn't been hit... perhaps a little too relieved, even. It was good - it wasn't like she knew anything about first aid.
Through, perhaps, that was an idea...
"Yeah, this town went to s**t. It was a better place when I was younger..." That was spoken as if she was much older than she actually way. Destiny City had been a better place, through perhaps not in the specific neighbor she had grown in, but she certainly wouldn't argue that the whole city had gone to hell in an handbasket now.
But she had a fight to fight, and even if she had been old enough, she wasn't sure if she could have turned her back from it.
"No problem." She said with a smile. "Where do you live ? I'll get you home... or at least close to it. Looks like you need to rest..." How exactly did one cure energy theft ? She certainly had no damn idea.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 8:58 am
Might be wise for Darryl to add two new items to her Knight checklist: learn about energy recovery and how to deal with the theft, and learn a bit of first aid. Warwick could probably have helped her with the second. He'd had enough scratches and bruises [and a dislocated shoulder, once] to know roughly how to deal with it. People who worked in dangerous businesses had to learn those things -- and his might even have been less dangerous than hers.
He made a noise, frowning at his feet and trying to get them to ease back into proper motion. This wasn't a problem he had often. The sway of his body was alien, its failure to properly obey his commands uncomfortable. For a moment, he couldn't even remember his home address; then, awkwardly, stilting a bit, he managed to rattle it off.
"...I swear, I'm not usually like this."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:30 am
He didn't seem to be able to answer her, which... was bad, really. It wasn't like she could just take him to the dorms and let him recover here ! She could take him to the hospital, but what kind of explanation could she give ? It wasn't like she could just leave him here !
Oh, bother.
She settled to sitting on a bench, carefully - maybe resting a bit would help ? And if anything nasty passed by, well, Hesperis could deal with it.
"It's okay, I hear it happens... Some kind of virus thing. Or so I've read." Of course, she knew the truth, but she wasn't sure he would believe her if she told him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:04 am
"This is probably killer on your summer break, I'm sorry." He cleared his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck as he leaned back on the bench, legs sprawled out crookedly in front of him. Warwick was a funny kind of victim, with the tattoos and the wild hair, bright eyes. He dragged up a crooked sort of smile as he considered the girl in front of him, more than halfway wishing he were doing something cool instead of draping around helplessly...
"Maybe my blood sugar's just low...should get something to eat, I guess." If he'd had his bag, he could have dug out a granola bar or something. Thinking about that didn't help. He fidgeted. "What was your name again?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 12:10 pm
"I was just wandering about aimlessly." She said with a grin. "I wouldn't say you're disrupting much, or anything at all really."
...Damn, why hadn't she thought about that ?! A quick rummaging through her own messenger bag produced a candy bar. "Would that help ?" Not... exactly the healthiest thing, but granola bars were more expensive.
"Im Darryl. And you ?" She pondered what to talk about. "Your hair is pretty badass."
...Yeah that sounded lame.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:15 pm
The candy bar got bright eyes -- much more excited than Warwick really had a right to be over some likely-halfway-melted chocolate and peanuts, but. His blood sugar really was low, and his energy sapped, and the sweet fatness contained within the crinkly package would likely help with both of those. He reached out to take it, beaming up at her. And he didn't even have anything to juggle for her in return.
"Most people go for the tats before the hair. I'm thinking about going green. I'm Warwick." He would have offered his hand but -- all ten of his fingers were wrapped up in trying to unwrap that candy.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 7:19 pm
"Im not much for tats, myself... But I have to admit yours look nice." If she'd had the money, Darryl would probably dye her hair, too. She already fussed with it a whole lot, as much as she could afford to, which mostly meant gel. Today her hair had been spiked to the point where she looked straight out of some anime.
She watched him fuss with the wrapping, but decided she would only help if it was obvious he was lacking the coordination - she figured that this was embarrassing enough as is.
So instead she rummaged in her bag and pulled out a water bottle from which she took a drink - then rummaged a little more to pull out a second, handing it to him.
Maybe she was like a boyscout - always prepared ? Aha. Naw. She just knew the heat waves could get nasty. And her uniform hadn't been designed with summer in mind.
"Green would look nice." She nodded at her own statement. "Im not sure what I'd do if I was allowed to... Maybe bleach it white."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:11 pm
"Purple, maybe?" He finally caved and tore the bar open with his teeth, blinking up at Darryl and at least having the good nature to look embarrassed by his lack of manners in doing so. He took the bottle, prying the wrapper away with his left hand and unscrewing the lid with his right.
The practical applications of being able to juggle were vast.
"Streaks of it? Or yellow, or something." Warwick leaned back to take a long sip of the water and a bite of the bar and he was already looking better: revitalized by the conversation, at the very least.
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