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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 5:58 am
Bix stumbled through the lighthouse portal, panting and exhausted and looking like an 80yr old man. Well at least his newfound facial hair did. The albino had a long white beard, almost as long as his hair, and the hunters working the portals for some reason did not look as shocked as they should have. Probably because Otto had been laying on the floor for some unknown period of time, also sporting a beard. Had no one helped him? NOPE. The look on one tech's face said it all. What if the beard was contagious? Plus Otto was a jerk... oh and he looked fine. Really. Bix stumbled to his newfound bro and dropped to his knees beside him. "Otto.. dude.." He shook the blonde, wondering what the damage was.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 9:22 am
Otto was indeed still curled up like a potato bug, clutching his jewels as if they might fall off at any given moment. The pain in his bearded face said it all, really. For a while he didn't really care that no one helped him, but when help did come in the form of Gandalf? Suddenly help didn't seem like a bad idea.
"Crotch shot.. steel.. toe boots... th-that b***h..." Otto managed to mutter through gritted teeth. "I think she broke one.."
Maybe he was being a little over dramatic?
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 9:52 am
Bix tried to turn him over but Otto was curled up that he didn't get much progress. "Dude.. you're beard is wicked! The.. split tone reaper chick?"
His own white beard was dangling in Otto's face. He wasn't used to having it so he wasn't really careful with it.
"Let's get out of here.. get some ice." He was trying to help Otto up again but was beginning to think he was going to have to carry the younger hunter like a princess.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 10:26 am
Wicked, eh? Well... that was at least comforting. Sort of. Too much pain. And now that he was back, the beard was kind of itchy. Was it even safe to have a beard made from Fear?
Suddenly his plans of shaving it into a bad a** goatee were being squashed.
"Yeah.. that b***h.." Otto replied in a strained tone. His face scrunched up some more as Bix's beard started to tickle his face.
Wait, Bix's beard?
The blue eyes hunter managed to look out from his curled up posture to see the Hunter with a very impressive beard. He held off a sneeze from the tickling whiskers and started to get himself sitting up. Ice sounded good. Real good.
Otto grabbed at Bix's shoulder to help hoist himself up standing.
"Ohgawdthathurts.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 11:56 am
"C'mon Goldie locks..." Bix groaned and picked Otto up like his bride. Both hunters got quite a few laughs as the travelled through the grounds with their clearly out of place facial hair. Bix eventually got Otto to his dorm and dropped him on the bed.
He was exhausted. He'd just fought that damn reaper and now he was carting bodies around. Getting ice would be a minute.
Bix face planted into the mattress.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:07 pm
The nickname was met with a strained scowl, but that was nearly as funny as the face he pulled upon being picked up like a new bride. The laughter didn't help. Otto face palmed, but this was probably a lot quicker than him trying to walk.
Otto immediately curled back into a ball when he was dropped on his own bed. While the pain wasn't as agonizing as when he first got kicked, it still hurt.
The two of them likely looked like total fools. One Gandalf cosplayer face planted like a college lush, the other a blonde scruffy ball of pain. "So she slapped you too huh?" He finally asked after wallowing in misery for a moment. "That's gotta be the lamest super power ever.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:09 pm
Bix grunted but didn't move. For all of his bravado, carrying Otto, it had literally been the last bits of whatever strength he had.
Oh hey Otto, not sure if you noticed but he's bleeding in your sheets.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:14 pm
No answer? Otto groaned and uncurled himself from his shell, crawling a bit to get a better look at Bix. "Dude, ya dead'r what?"
And that's when he full realized the state Bix was in. The bloody bedsheets gave it away, mostly. "Dude, what the ******** Hell!?" Otto yelled, forgetting about his own injury and rolling Bix. "You've got a ******** stab wound and you had the balls to carry me all the way here and not ******** say nuthin?!" The teen was scolding the older boy with a raised tone in his voice.
"You're an idiot!! You need a goddamn doctor!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:17 pm
"S'just a scratch.." His red eyes cracked. The wound itself was clean for the most part, a single jab that seemed to be more bloody than permanently damaging. He probably could do with stitches but a compress or something would work in the mean time.
"I'll.. bite your legs off.." It was the only line he could think of from the Holy Grail at the moment and he shook one of his fists in the air.
"..s..sweet beards though right?" A pained grin crossed his face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:28 pm
A scratch? Really? That wasn't a damn scratch. It wasn't gushing but leaving it alone was a bad idea. "Forget the goddamn beards. They're itchy and probably filled with Halloween diseases. I'm shaving mine the second I get a damn chance." Likely it would not go well. Otto never needed to shave his whole life.
Bix was too tall for Otto to move. Moving Dakota through that damn Beach escapade had been impossible too. Besides, moving him seemed like a dumb idea.
"Ugh.. stay here and .. stop bleeding. I'll be back."
Otto left the room in a hurry staggering and cussing. His nads still hurt like Hell. After some time, the short blonde returned with a first aid kit. "I'll try and patch ya up a bit, but once you can move, get a doctor, for Pete's sake." He kneeled down beside the bed (slowly) and opened up the kit.
"Can ya move at all?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:48 pm
Bix could move his arms and legs, he could lift his head, but his consciousness was literally a thin line and he wasn't sure when he'd cross it. He sort of backpedaled, crying out a bit as his stomach muscles burned and stung. He felt like he was stabbed! Oh.. yeah.. he was.
He finally managed to get himself at a somewhat normal angle in the bed with his feet up. Thankfully he was only wearing a tight underarmour shirt instead of the layers he often wore on major missions.
"You can do stitches.. right?" He grinned a bit under the white beard. Was he joking? Did he really expect the ball busted 17 yr old hunter to stitch him up?
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:55 pm
"No!... No I can't!" Otto grouched back, giving Bix a look like he was crazy. The boy huffed and gingerly pulled up Bix's shirt enough to get at the wound.
"I grew up in a Funeral Home. Dealing with something alive and bleeding is out of my element." The teen admitted, sounding a little less annoyed as he got ut a sterilizing wipe. It wasn't as if he was even trained in mortuary type things either, as much as his Mother tried to make him learn.
He wasn't exactly gentle but he tried his best to clean off the blood around the stab wound.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 3:09 pm
"Really?" He hissed as Otto worked on the gash. He'd at least be able to get to the infirmary (after a nap) with a nice bandage. "See..." he weakly poked Otto. "I didn't know that.. we're sharing.. like.. bros.."
He had a spaced out grin on his face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 3:18 pm
Otto blinked and paused what he was doing as Bix poked him, narrowing his eyes at the spaced out grin he was sporting. "Yeah. Bros. Now be a good bro and don't ********' die on my bed." He scolded, his glare dropping back down to the wound.
"You're ********' pasty." He commented suddenly on Bix's pale skin. The teen placed a large gauze medicated bandage on the stab wound, pressing down his fingers on the edges so it would stick. "Remind me to drag your pale a** to a beach when ya'int at death's door."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 4:14 pm
"'m not pasty Otto." Bix groaned, disappointed. "I'm albino. It doesn't... tan away." He snorted but that hurt and he winced again.
Thankfully, laying down he was feeling better. His head wasn't swimming as much, though he did need a rest. Of course he also needed to go to the infirmary for stitches.
Thankfully the wound was patched now and Otto could probably rest his weary... balls.
"Hows yer balls?" Bix scooched, slid and shimmied until there was room for the other. It wasn't gay, it was just the only bed.
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