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 Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:14 am
In a world of superheroes and magical girls, Alfheim had been very adamant about keeping his feet solidly on the ground. They could jump from rooftop to rooftop pretending to be Batman or whatever but it was not for him.
As as he bit off more than he could chew tonight, he recalled this wondering why he wasn't better at listening to his own stupid rules.
He had braved a rooftop to investigate a Chaotic energy signature and couldn't even stay up there long enough to figure out what it was before an unknown force knocked him off the ledge.
Even at squire stage a two story fall onto concrete hurt like a b***h, and he arched his back in a feeble attempt to get up with a groan before he gave up and laid there, trying to make the stars and spots go away.
Whatever it was had fled, it was long gone, and tonight's failure was going to need a little more time to recover from. Patrolling wasn't going so well.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:08 am
Bearing witness to Alfheim's humiliation in a manner that could only make her ancestor proud, Svartalfheim cringed from the impact of his fall. She was not used to the world where falling off a two story building in such an unprepared manner was something people sort of just shrugged at. Immediately the woman in purple pinstripes and ruffles rushed over to Alfheim while he remained there on the ground, concern obviously covering her face.
"I still can't quite get used to the logic of this world. Are you all right? It was quite a fall," she said, offering her hand out to him.
This was beginning to become a tradition it seemed, offering her hand to Alfheim to help his poor a** off the concrete.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:57 pm
Alfheim was gritting his teeth, eyes clenched from the pain that wracked through him as he tried to take stock.
"I'm not really sure," He managed out with a great amount of effort. He did open his eyes and recover enough shaky vision to see there was a lady offering him a hand.
"I'm pretty tough," He said with a weak laugh and took her hand, managing to pull himself up to a sitting position, and then he tried to get on his feet before he yelled out and sat his a** back down on the concrete, grabbing his right leg.
"Aw ********, I must've landed wrong," He groaned. His right leg really couldn't take many more beatings in this lifetime anyway.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 8:07 am
Svarrtalfheim had been hopeful that he would get up just fine thanks to the bonus of his powered identity but even with those bonuses unfortunately someone who tripped over their own feet could still injure themselves more than you'd expect. Immediately after his brief attempt to stand, her hand fell from Alfheim's hand to the leather of his uniform to make sure he didn't try and stand again. She didn't know him well know to say if he was really stubborn and would try to get up again but enough men on the force would have.
"How does it feel? We should get you to the hospital to check this out," she said in a rather gentle tone.
How would be another story, but if it was only one leg that was injured then perhaps she could have him walk on one leg with her assistance.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:40 am
"Nah, I think something just shifted," Alfheim argued, pressing his palm over the injured area to try to get a feel for what was wrong. He hadn't become aware of her hand on his leathers until he tried to get up again and felt the push back, and even the slightest bit of surprising resistance was enough to make him knock that s**t off.
"I uh... s**t. I hope I didn't know anything loose," He mumbled, thinking about the metal implants holding his knee together.
He powered down, wondering if that had any effect on things and kept poking at it like nothing had changed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 7:37 pm
"Despite your attempt to make it seem like you're fine, saying something in your leg shifted is in no way a positive note. If something has shifted, you definitely need to go to the hospital." Svartalfheim argued back with a soft smile on her face. The smile didn't scream 'I'm happy you hurt yourself,' but instead expressed the compassion and concern she was having for the squire.
"Loose isn't helping your argument," she whispered, although the words got stuck in her thought as he powered down.
Immediately her view of everything changed. No longer was he the somewhat sort of competent squire of Earth and instead he was now the pie man who, while capable of making delicious pie, nearly killed her with a mislabeled pie. Raspberries, huh. Her expression went from a compassionate, concerned smile to the smile of a guilty liar. Teeth showing through the smile, it was small and hesitant but the most defining feature were the the eyes that seemed to up turn.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:13 pm
"Well I am certainly not dying," Noah countered, which was fine in his book! Even if he was probably going to have a b***h of a medical bill to get his knee all rearranged and back in place.
"I was ina car accident a while back, I have some titanium and pins in this leg," He explained, not looking up as he tried to massage it and see where anything else might hurt.
And then he looked up to catch her smile and seemed entirely unsettled.
"Uh... are you okay?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:31 pm
"Of course I am fine," she said, her smile simply getting worse. How could this be happening? First Rosalie and now Mr. Connolly? What was in the drinking water here in Destiny City? It was like there was some sort of infestation of magically enhanced people from her community. Couldn't she meet someone who she simply didn't know from her daily life? Why was it so hard to keep things separate.
"An accident? I didn't know that," she said in a strange manner. "You weren't speeding, were you? Drunk driving?" Okay, normal questions out the window. Maybe she needed to look into the background of Mr. Connolly. He did nearly kill her, after all, maybe this wasn't an accident. Maybe this is what he did. Maybe he was a pie hitman. Okay, that was absurd. Sighing, Svartalfheim stood up and by the time she got to the tall height of 5'2" she was Nicole Walter.
It just wasn't a good idea to stay powered up, especially if she was going to convince him into getting medical care.
"Not a word, I mean it," she said as she offered both her hands to him. "I'll help you walk."
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:05 pm
"Well..." Why would she know about his accident? It happened years ago in another state, and he didn't even know this lady! "No, nothing like that!" Just good old fashioned recklessness, that was all.
But hey, when she powered down, it turns out he did know her. Kind of.
"Oh. You're... that... lady," What was her name again? He suddenly felt very impolite. It seemed like you should remember the names of people you almost kill just for manners sake.
"Oh! You're not dead. From the carnival, I mean."
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:21 pm
It was easier for Nicole to find out that he wasn't dead than for him to find out she wasn't dead. If she didn't stop by the diner while he was there, there was very little chance that he was going to find out that she was still alive. Things were different on her side of the court though. A few strings and a meticulous search in the newspaper obituaries confirmed that Mr. Connolly hadn't died at the carnival.
"Officer Walter, or perhaps simply Nick would be more appropriate since you did nearly kill me with a pie," she said flatly, although she was totally joking. Unfortunately, it didn't show well and her smile had still not quite reverted back from sort of horrified and trying not to show it face.
"It's good to see I was not directly related to you dying at the carnival, although it seems you have no trouble doing that without me being present," she said softly, looming over him with her hands out. She had to give him a bit of time, right? It wasn't every day you found out this dude was some other dude. Well, actually it sort of was, but Nicole was in no rush and she was certain unless he was crawling home he would be in need of her assistance.
"Jokes aside, I am happy to hear you weren't speeding or intoxicated. I would hate to think the man who makes my pie was such a hellion."
At least she laughed, allowing her smile to revert into something normal.
"Seriously though, if you don't take my hands you're going to have to crawl home and since I can't bring myself to leave you here I will have to stay with you until you make it home and then you will be responsible for one less officer on the streets tomorrow. Do you want that hanging over your head?"
She nudged her hands toward him.
"Do you?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 7:30 am
"Right... right," Noah said with a nod. It was all coming back to him.
"Nicole." He spent enough time shouting for her at the carnival to have that burned into his brain. "Well I don't drive drunk," He added like he needed a bit of extra defense.
He felt very vulnerable, and he wasn't sure how he liked the tables turned. He was in enough of a panic when she was on the floor needing help and he was desperately trying to help her.
And now he was here on the concrete and she was offering to pick him up and it was very weird and emasculating.
He stared at her hands like he had to think about it for a long while before he reached up and grabbed her and used her as leverage in an attempt to pull himself up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:27 am
Nicole was a good guess when any woman introduced herself as Nick but it still made her smile tighten a bit. A slight bit of discomfort but she'd carry on because if she didn't no one would ever let her get past it. It would be too easy to poke fun and she couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable. It was just a name, and although it wasn't a name she preferred, it was her legal name and if she wanted to really demand being called something else then she should just get it changed. It didn't cost that much.
Nicole Walter might not have seemed like a good person to use to get to your feet when she stood at a simple 5'2" and you were over 6" but she was surprisingly sturdy and while Mr. Connolly wasn't the lightest person she'd ever had to help up, she had to be able to hold her own against men to make it in the force so she did manage to get him to her feet without too much of a fuss.
Waiting for him when he got up was a smile for when he looked down at her. Of course, had he not have said he didn't drink and drive she might have simply left him there but not really. How could she do that? No, there was definitely no way she could do that. She would be very unhappy to hear such a thing (and probably avoid pie for awhile) but there would be nothing she could do without actual proof of the crime.
"I'm glad to hear it. To the hospital then?" She suggested in an overbearing manner. She was just concerned about him, and going to see a medical professional would be the only way to determine the best course of action for his leg. In addition, if something was loose like he suggested then it definitely wasn't going to heal itself on its own.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:38 am
Noah needed a moment to shift and adjust his weight, trying to figure out how much he could put on his good leg and how much could go on her support.
He looked down at her to meet her smile and rolled his eyes up, but with the corners of his mouth turned up just slightly.
"Don't get used to this. This is why I avoid rooftops," He stated very matter of factly.
"Don't know why anyone would patrol up there." He took a step and cringed. "Oh this is going to be a fun walk."
There was something else that bothered him in the back of his mind, though. "So that was you then. At the carnival, when Nico-- Nick," She clearly preferred that, if he was guessing by her ready to kill him smile, "Disappeared and purple-pinstripe-lady appeared. I was looking for you, you know." That felt dumb now, considering she had been right next to him the whole time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 11:31 am
Nicole watched him shift with unease, worried about the whole situation his leg had been placed into. He never should have been placed into a predictament where he would take a dip from a roof top to the ground. She knew he was a squire but she didn't want to admit that pie hitman Mr. Connolly could be leading a double life. However, was an officer of the law caraiding around as a "terrorist" really any better? Of course it was. It was her job! Boy, undercover work was tough!
"My mother would die a happy woman if you were a little less injured and a little more handsome," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
With his admittance that he had been looking for her that might she found herself recalling what she had said to Alfheim that night. To think that helpless pie man was actually a sort of helpless Alfheim who always seemed to need her help whether it was getting a strange tentacle youma off or simply walking. How strange things were becoming? She couldn't help but sigh, a somewhat refreshened smile lingering.
"I am glad you made it out of there alive."
She wouldn't admit she was looking for him too.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 4:13 pm
"Hey. Hey.I am ruggedly handsome, lady," Noah countered jokingly, "I don't see what your mother has to be so happy about anyway. I might be letting you get your greedy hands all over me because I need help but we haven't even gotten to second base yet. Highly inappropriate. Taking advantage of an injured man."
"I am also glad I made it out alive," He nodded, and then laughed, "What's your knight name, again?"
She looked a lot more prissy, like a darker version of Palatine's style. Fancy and stuff. Him and Camelot just looked like they came out of a LARP convention.
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