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 Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:58 pm
The infirmary was less of an infirmary and more of a hole in the wall, really. So the first chance he'd gotten, Bradley had migrated his healing process to his dorm room. It was quieter, it wasn't drafty, and people didn't hover over him. He wasn't completely beat up, but moving still hurt.
He hit the send button before he'd really realized he'd wrote the text to begin with. He blinked as it blipped away and let out a groan.
[[ Mine, you must be more showy if you wish to find a mate. ]]
He groaned louder and covered his eyes with his hand.
"Yzzaaaaaaa...."
His weapon cackled.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 1:21 am
<You should be training. . . or researching. . .>
Branwen didn't speak a lot. So when she did, Kara perked up a bit, though she was noticing most of what the weapon said had more to do with critiquing or scolding her than actual advice. Unless that was the scythe's version of well meaning advice.
For the moment, she sat on her bed, boots off and starry socks somewhat tucked under her crossed legs. Her coat was hung up, galaxy dress bare. "I'll be working on that, along with seeing what I can do to assist in the clean up around here." Though she spoke her words cheerfully, there was no hiding the groan in her mind--which, of course, Branwen caught.
The buzz from her phone saved her from a further delve into this conversation, plucking up the phone from beside her to stare at the screen. The corner of her mouth lifted as she sent a quick text back.
It was an impulse choice to jump up, slip on her boots, and sling her coat over an arm before she strolled out the door. Took a little bit longer to actually find the door she was looking for.
But it wasn't too, too much longer before she was knocking on the door, rocking a little on the heels of her boots. It was advisable to make friends, wasn't it? And she wasn't to be sure that people who'd helped her in the Sahara were indeed in one piece. Especially since she got split up from everyone at the end there...
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 2:34 am
He was content to lay here, hand draped over his face and unmoving. He was content to leave the conversation as text and Kara as someone he worked with but was at arms length. Brad was easily corrupted, easily taken over by his weapon and his emotions. He was drawn to destruction, to the legacies, to chaos where ever it was. It would be safer if she wasn't in his life. He could mentor and guide but he'd be nothing else. Never.
There was a soft knock at his door.
Oh who was he kidding?
Bradley rolled out of bed, hissing through his teeth as his calves burned with holding him up. He made his way to his door and opened it some, looking down at Kara with an unreadable expression.
"Hey," he said, voice lower than he expected. He cleared his throat and opened the door a little wider. "Wanna... come in?" The room was simple, and a disaster. Clothing was thrown about, there was a balled up set of sheets in the corner, several plates were stacked on the desk, and his armor was piled on the floor by the door. Gratefully, he seemed to have the window open or some sort of ventilation.
All in all, a bachelor pad if there ever was one.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2017 11:21 am
Though a bright smile lit her face, Kara couldn't help but wince inwardly. He didn't look overly excited to have a visitor, and she kicked herself for not asking first before she showed up at his door.
"I wanted to check in, make sure you were well and not texting one thing while in the infirmary with various broken bones," she said lightly, keeping the smile in place. Despite manners, she couldn't help herself from peeking a little around him at the room as he opened the door a bit further. The contents definitely weren't what she expected.
Maybe she really should have asked permission first.
"If you're alright with company," she said simply, looking up at him with a slightly amused, albeit disbelieving look.
<. . . who lives like this?> Branwen was more open with her disgust, but Kara didn't bother to shush her or even bat a lash. Wasn't like anyone else could hear her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 1:54 am
He blinked and glanced behind himself to balk at the room. s**t, s**t this is why he had to think better and not just impulsively let a cute girl in!
"Uh, yeah, sorry 'bout the mess... I'll uh... yeah," he stumbled over his words, leaving the door open for her. Bradley scrambled around the room, shoving clothing into the meager closet and throwing whole plates in the trash without much thought to them. He kicked the melting minipet out from under his bed, and it dissapated with the most depressing wail.
[[ Where did that creature even come from, Mine? ]]
Hell if I know. Think it moved in while I was podded.
He straightened up the bed and smoothed the covers in one last attempt to be presentable. Hissing in pain the whole time.
"I don't... get a lot of guests since my cousins left, and honestly I didn't have a lot of desire to do much of anything once they woke me back up. So..." Bradley gave a little shrug of his shoulders, a sort of large motion with how tall he was, and glanced away from her, expression dark for a moment.
"But, uh yeah Yza's right, come in. Be comfortable.|
[[ I did not say that ]]
You thought it. Loudly.
[[ Hmph ]]
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