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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 5:51 pm
There were more things to do, there were always more things to do, but for right now he was bringing Ilmenite back to somewhere safe. He would answer to his failures as he was called todo so. For now though, he was putting his concussed Captain to bed rest and some Energy when he was sure that the Older man wouldn't regurgitate it thanks to the same concussion he was trying to help alleviate the symptoms of.
"Easy does it..." he said levering the man onto the bed, it wasn't much better for sleeping than the poor excuse for a mattress at Ilemenite's own...rather 'Ever's' own apartment. But it was far easier for him to keep watch over him. That had been one of the benefits from when Dem was his room mate, proximity. Though at least he thought Ilmenite more apt to listen to his nattering and scolding about injuries.
The Irony of his frustration about not being listened to in regards to injury was utterly lost on him. Lord only knew that he was a poor patient himself. In many situations he actually admired the stubborn streaks that so many of his team and associates possessed but in just as many, perhaps more he found it rather aggravating.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 7:14 pm
Perhaps Zink was overestimating his captain's willingness to be coddled and mother-henned. In all honesty, the only reason they'd made it this far was because his head was still ringing, because Ilmenite wasn't sure he could teleport himself, right about now. that didn't mean he'd stick around long, once he could...
He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to clench his jaw, his expression far too tight and serious. There was no laughter, no joking, nor affection in the look he gave Zink. The simmering anger was inwardly directed at himself, but outwardly it landed on everyone around him, like a disease. Like napalm. His furious, miserable expression was somehow enhanced by the brilliant bruising across his eye and cheekbone, very dark against his skin.
"...what are you going to do, exactly?" It was unfairly sarcastic. It was hardly Zink's fault. No one's fault but his own. He clenched his jaw and immediately regretted it, as a jolt of sharp pain went through his head, the ache exacerbated. "Put ice on it? More drugs I'll just throw up anyway?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:57 am
He drew back from that look, he thought it no doubt to be the first of many loathing looks. His mission, his plan, his ideas... all down the crapper and injuries and loss to show for it.
"Rather thought I might recommend you sleep it off till you could have some energy and take the edge off." he replied trying to sound as strait forward and civil as he could. His eyes though danced away, seeking new targets in the room, anything but those dark and angry eyes.
"Given your new... 'room mate' and the fact I have an extra bed I thought you'd appreciate the quiet." He added, gaze dragging across the floor as he moved to pull two bottles of water. That he hoped at least might stay down despite the concussion. "But I can get ice if you think that will help..." He offered the water though he more than half expected it to be ignored.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 12:19 pm
"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to sleep after you get knocked out, anyway." He'd seen enough TV shows to know that much, at least: something about swelling in the brain or something. He wasn't exactly sure. For the time being, he took the bottle to press it against his forehead, wincing as it touched at the corner of his eye, along his cheek. It felt like something was busted in there. Or maybe he was just a wimp.
A quick clear of his throat, looking back toward the door instead of up at Zink, all sharp-edged and furious, still. "I'm not going to, anyway. Ice is a better idea."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 12:38 pm
"I was under the impression that was more for TV dramas..." He said with a sideways glance. "But as you will... I'll go get some ice." He paused hand resting on the doorknob. He wanted to say something else but he wasn’t sure if there was anything to say.
“Anything else I can get?” He offered… maybe aspirin would stay down, hard to tell. Maybe it would just make him more angry, then again concussions involved internal bleeding, aspirin might be a bad idea.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:04 pm
"Booze." Alcohol was a worse idea than sleep, definitely, especially if there was any kind of internal bleeding but...at the moment, it didn't really seem like he gave a s**t. He didn't even want to lie down, just sat back against the wall, licking blood from the corner of his mouth.
For a moment, he was still. Then in a flurry of furious movement that left his head hurting all the more, he struggled his way out of the excess layers of clothing and tossed them to the floor in the center of Zac's room. Someone unkind might have referred to it as a temper tantrum. It left him breathing hard.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:44 pm
"Isn't that..." he started to protest but stopped to watch in a sort of troubled awe as Ever struggled his way out of the excess clothes. He almost offered to help but something about the struggle made him pause to reconsider.
“I’ll see if I can dig any up…” He said though it was an empty promise, meant to put distance and words between himself and the fit of anger that he’d just witnessed. “… would you prefer that I took you back to … Your place?”
He said the words carefully, the p***k of jealousy that surged when he thought about Ever’s fancy for green eyes…and older men.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:54 pm
"I can get back there myself." It was too sharp, unfairly so, fingers going up to the mess of his hair as he drew in a deep breath. That hadn't really helped as much as his hopes. He'd wanted to purge his frustration and get it out of his system, but instead he just felt tired, head ringing, now that it was over.
"Goddamnit." ...and the contents of his stomach rebelling. Ever fumbled to get the lid off of his bottle of water, struggling to keep the rumbling under control. He closed his eyes and took a couple sips of water, still not thanking Zac properly for the help. Barely even acknowledging that he was there, really.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:01 pm
A hint of anger in return, a flair that sparked up as the embers were stoked with the sharp tone and hostility but hut cut it off almost as fast. He wasn’t going to loose his temper right out of the gate. “Fair enough…” He replied though his voice was taught, tense as a bowstring.
“I’ll get you some saltines too…” he said waving a hand. The common cure for upset stomachs, if he wanted booze, he could go back to Obsidian and they could share the Green Apple Vodka that as best as he knew still lived under Ever’s bed.
He twisted the door handle perhaps a little too aggressively when he opened it, a moment’s pause as he waited, just for a breath to see if there would be more. Accusations or worse…
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:05 pm
At the very least, Ever wasn't going to hurl insults or accusations at him, no. The pair of them could sit and sulk on other sides of the room, both certain that it had been their own damned fault that things fell to pieces. The fact that he was silent should probably have been even more upsetting to Zac. Ever never shut his mouth. He was always joking. He pretty much always smiled...
But for now, he just had his head tipped down into his hands and his shoulder hiked up, sitting on the bed instead of sprawling flat like he should have. He was unwilling to put himself in that vulnerable of a position when he still felt flayed open a bit.
At least he'd strip his shoes off while Zac was in the other room, he'd still be sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging limp and bare.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:13 pm
He changed back to Zink for a moment, a brief change in air pressure almost to herald it as he pulled something from the deep pockets of his uniform that he could not trust to be left around the Dorm Room. It was still vibrant in his hand, and he’d kept it for so long.
The silence and the curt answers made him question over and over in his head what he should say and what he should do. Should he rain apologies or would that be worse? Should he back away and leave him or would that just fuel the fire and the petulance. Nothing seemed like the right answer, nothing felt like the right course.
It was not unlike walking on hot coals, he could keep going or turn back, but the proverbial coals stretched out in all directions with no relief or hint in sight.
He brought the ‘peace offering’ forward wordless, it was perhaps the only thing he could think of to do that seemed even remotely safe when facing the tired and bruised body and mind that sat there on the edge of the bed. Too quiet…too sullen.
“When your stomach settles, this should do a great deal more than just the energy ones… though I hear there are, after effects” He said cautiously before adding. “Rumor is that Obsidian was giggling for a week after he ate an eternal senshi star seed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:39 pm
For a moment, Ever just stared at it -- blankly, like he didn't care, or maybe because he didn't really understand. He'd never actually hauled a star seed out of someone, himself, had never gone that far, content just to farm and not to raze the farm after. There was a difference between working for a cause and outright evil...
And yet. He reached out to take it from Zink's hands, still puzzled and a bit lost, but at least his expression melting some around the edges. He tried to force himself back into focus, dark eyes flicking up onto the familiar face, and maybe he realized just what a pain in the a** he was. "...bad enough when I ate the energy. I don't...I don't want to be like that right now."
Which was, really, about as close as he would come to admitting he wanted to feel like s**t, right now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:39 pm
He hesitated, unsure again for a moment if he should press that curious statement of if he should let it go lest he make things worse. He opted for the second. “Keep it… You might need it later then…I have enough issues with Alcohol, I don’t think anyone ever wants to see me eat one of these.” He was trying to make light of things, just a little. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to question everything, every gesture.
Star seeds, even in hand felt nothing like energy pellets, they were a great deal more… it was no wonder that Linarite had gained a secret addiction to them. Small wonder too that Scheelite downed them for that super ‘kick’ as well. The touch alone made skin tingle and it pulsed like it was still alive.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 1:50 pm
It was nice. Strangely reassuring. Hard to imagine why all the senshi thought this was so horrible -- except, of course, for the fact that it meant someone's death.
That thought struck Ever, and he blinked up at Zink with the thing still in his hand, shifting uncomfortably. He wasn't sure he wanted the responsibility of this. Could hardly say no to a present. He wanted to be grateful, but his mood was shot, and the words came bubbling out of him before he had time to think -- not entirely fair, a little rough. "...where'd this come from?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 2:06 pm
He blinked, confused by the sudden question and it’s tone. “M…My pocket?” He answered tilting his head slightly in his confusion. “…Uniform pocket, did you mean how long have I had it?” He arched an eyebrow wondering what the point of this all was. Perhaps there wasn’t a point, or maybe he’d missed some other injury that this could have aided.
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