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 Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 7:52 pm
Mimi was an enormous assistance, but Chel insisted on carrying him on her own once they were out of the main range of the horse. Behind her she heard noises of the horse's defeat, but all Chel cared about was moving Jack to safety. A huge feat considering Jack weighed a ******** ton and wasn't doing her favor.
But she DID eventually make it back to the sad little jeep she'd shoved Rajni into. Coincidentally the girl was still out cold in the front seat; maybe a blessing in disguise that she hadn't run off. At the very least it made her job easier when it came to the paperwork she'd later have to fill.
Jack was propped up against the trunk unceremoniously, and then dragged from the other side so he rested in the bed of the jeep. She did her best to lay him neatly, but the feet still stuck out the side (damn giant). Her head was ringing by the time she even got a moment to sit down, heavy pounding from the blood loss. She rummaged around for a little bit in Rajni's things to find something- anything- that could be used as bandages for Jack's various scrapes, but no dice.
The best she could do was sit on top of the bars, keeping watch while she attempted to will her headache away. She understood a little bit why Jack was insufferable when he had a headache.
Had it not been the apocalypse, Chel would have actually seemed right at home on top of the jeep. It was a good car for her (though really, she was more the broken pick up truck girl), and swinging her legs felt nice. Picturesque even; away from the horse all was quiet, foggy, serene.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:01 pm
He barely remembered the last few moments before consciousness. There had been questions bandied about, a startled response, an overriding irritation that had branched through him and Owain both until nothing but eradicating targets had mattered. In that very last second before his vision completely went dark, there had been enough of him present to ruefully point out: well, wasn't that familiar by now?
As per usual, he stirred very slowly, beginning with a sluggish, half-opening eye before closing again. Barely enough to understand he was away from the fight now: the noises were much more distant, and his head was a hell of lot more clear. He could feel blood still trickling out of one ear but didn't feel a need to get up just yet. Everything that hurt seemed magnified still, hypersensitive after being overwhelmed by a legacy. (And wasn't that, too, familiar by now?)
But a second peek gave him dirty boots and pink hair, and that was enough to let him just lie there in a semblance of peace to recuperate and mull over what had happened.
"Thought you would have grabbed a truck," he murmured, echoing an unformed thought, his eyes still closed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:07 pm
"Just grabbed what was there an' worked," she responded, swinging her foot a little lower and nudging him. "Just shut it and sleep 'til you feel better."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:10 pm
"Already got forced into a nap," he retorted. "What happened after I went rogue?" He only had bits and pieces to go off of. It had been like trying to look through a window when a crowd had already assembled around it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:15 pm
She pulled her left leg up to sit underneath her, continuing to swing the other leg idly. She squinted for a moment, thinking she saw something on the horizon, only to have it disappear.
"Attacked some people. Didn't listen t'me. Usual." It was a joke, but it sounded a lot more hollow than her usual bite.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:18 pm
He went silent for a while. It was possible he actually might have fallen asleep, but eventually Jack opened his eyes.
"I should've known better than to go on this mission," he said darkly. "Green eyes would have made me wary, but with Creation at large too...I'm a ******** idiot." It began to sound like an apology.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:29 pm
"We wasn't told creation was gonna be here. You wasn't tryin' t'hurt nobody- can't help that Owain got a big creation boner." She blinked slowly, finally looking down at him to make sure he was all there.
"Only thing stupid is you thinkin' you stupid for it," she added simply.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:40 pm
"That's three ******** legacies that've ******** me over now," Jack went on to chastise himself, ignoring Chel's comment. "When did I turn into a cheap whore for the color wheel? <********> sake..."
Despite the joke, it was clear he was getting bitter about it. As if there was something lacking in himself--will power, or just simply control--that made him easy to prey on. Weakness more than bad luck.
Deciding now was as good a time as any, Jack began to push himself up in the seat, groaning as he touched his head.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:42 pm
"Yeah well I'm two for three. Collect 'em all," she murmured, nudging him again with her foot.
She watched him get up, mostly waiting for something to go wrong, but eventually went back to scanning the skyline. "How you feelin' sleepin' beauty?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:52 pm
I'm fine. No. "I'll be fine." Better. He currently didn't look fine, not with blood to clean from his face, eyes, and ears. He used his shirt rather vigorously, venting some of the indignation into a semblance of productivity.
Once his face was rubbed raw, he forced himself to pull himself up atop the bars of the jeep as well, turned opposite of Chel so that they could survey in 180 degrees. (See, fine.) Wavering only a little, Jack reached into his pocket and produced pain pills, something he had to bring on almost any mission off base these days, and offered her several. It was going to be a long mission.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:58 pm
Chel wondered why Jack had such a thing about scrubbing himself raw, like he could somehow wipe his choices away. Conversely, Chel sat across him with blood still caked on most parts of her skin.
She declined the pain pills for now, only registering movement by leaning her head back against his shoulder. "You scared me back there." She wished saying don't do that again would make it so.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:15 pm
"I know." (And wasn't that familiar--)
He popped the pills in dry and swallowed, keeping still for her benefit. At least for once their tendency to avoid looking directly at each other had a tactical advantage.
"I'm sorry," he said, and it weighed more than just one legacy. "But you get to enjoy being my knight in shining armor now, so...that's something."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:24 pm
Chel's arm snaked around his stomach, making her resting spot more a half-hearted hold than passive nothingness. Sorry for the blood on your shoulder Jack.
"I'm the dragon. M'not a good knight don't make me do it," she murmured into seams of his coat. "Or at least hit softer."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:35 pm
Snorting softly, he laid an arm over hers. "C'mon, I barely tickled them," he protested. "Legacy ******** with my head too much to really do any damage."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:39 pm
Chel opened her mouth to protest that no, he hadn't barely tickled them. He'd nearly broken Noemi's shield and before he'd almost stabbed through her back to get to Peyton.
But these were words she knew would make him feel worse. More sickeningly, she was worried it might make him (or the creation part of him) feel better.
So she chose her words carefully, if not somewhat half-heartedly. "Need t'build you a tinfoil hat or some s**t."
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