I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 22, 2018 10:54:17 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. The only answer he needed was a yes or no, but he let her speak. He finished eating fairly quickly and placed the chop sticks down across the plate before turning to her. He had seen her arm and his eyes were now narrowed at her as he finished chewing the last bit of squid. "You should know better than to think you can hide something that obvious from me."
Reaching down, he gripped the offending arm and pulled it up, placing it onto the table before getting up (albeit a little bit of a shaky stand) and walking out. Coming back from his room, he held a tin box in his hands. It was of relatively good size, and when he opened it, it had several different needles and other varying sharp obects in it, as well as rolled up suturing. Grabbing a fresh roll of bandages first though, he started peeling off the others if she would let him.
If she didn't, he would glare at her and say nothing. If she did, he'd continue on his work, and stitch the wounds closed if they needed it. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 22, 2018 12:15:32 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. She had scowled deeply at him as he grabbed her arm but she didn’t say anything as he left nor did she move her arm. She simply stared at the floor boring holes into it until her returned; at which point she would recoil and hold his glare for a moment before she relented.
As he unwound her bandages he would find two semetrical stab wounds with some shredding, jagged cuts. One of the wounds was still stitched though a little awkardly while the other had been torn open due to her earlier, unintentional fidgetting. One would think the wound was a bite from a wild animal but a trained eye could tell it was definitely inflicted by a knife; albiet untrained and irratic. She didn’t remember inflicting the wounds having been done in by a drinking game and being lost to a nightmare. All she remembered was waking up with her kunai beside her arm and a chunk out of her hair as well.
Part of her wanted to believe it had been a cruel prank by one of the other footsoldiers because no one seemed to know what happened and if they did they didn’t say. Another part knew sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night sleepwalking and she had found herself in various states of disarray before but never something like this. Then there was that superstitious part of her that said it had to have been connected to the very vivid nightmare she had that night. All possible scenarios.
She was silent and her expression flat as he worked and she paid attention to his methods. She practiced on her own time by sewing patches and other miscillanous tasks to occupy her but that was with her dominant hand. She was fairly decent at an even, tight stitch when she used her left hand, it was her right hand that she was not as dexterous in.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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The Rage of the Yiga
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42 YRS OLD
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 22, 2018 18:54:04 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He didn't comment on the shape and patterns of the wounds, but instead, simply rewrapped her arm after he finished stitching and fixing the stitches. And even after that, he remained silent as he picked up his empty plate to wash it. With the tendency of this kind of food, it could stain almost anything if you weren't careful. While he washed the dish, he stared at the reddened water for just a bit.
He was still fatigued, and nauseas. He thinks that's mostly because he knows he was spotting during a lapse in his strength, and by his apprentice none the less. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone, and for good measure. "Not a living thing learns about what's transpired." He speaks up, moving back over to sit down and stare at the table. He wasn't going to sit with her in his room, he didn't want her in there. "And I'll teach you how to cook as well. And forage, and how to prepare emergency rations in the wild."
He spoke evenly, crossing his legs once again before growing silent, a deep frown creasing his features. "You should get some rest. Go." He stayed seated and unmoving, not giving Yara so much as a glance as he stared at a spot on the table, focusing on keeping the room situated and static. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 23, 2018 7:05:59 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. After he was done with her arm she flexed her hand tentatively; it pulsed with a dull ache that resounded up into her shoulder and neck. She was tense in her silence and everything about her posture tensed defensively. It was instinctual though, she didn’t process emotions as they were, her psyche turning emotional sensations as a trauma that caused her to recoil on a subconscious level. She could act on duty to care after him but she wasn’t able to accept it without having adverse effects on herself. She was both resentful and grateful to whatever motives drove him in her regard. The resentful looking for lies and truly any reason to validate that anger; while on the other hand the grateful part of her wanted so badly to make an allowance of trust that would bridge a gap to find solidarity within another person. Even if it was a silent solidarity and preferably so. That’s when his silence pulled her out of herself and she nodded “Agreed.” She stated flatly. She didn’t want anyone else to know, she was already getting some heat from the other foot soldiers, some insinuated she had managed to exchange certain favors for his investment. Others either disregarded her entirely or made it a point to harass her. She wouldn’t tell him that though it would be like the child running to the parent to tattle. She could handle her own battles. After he was done washing his plate she followed suite while cleaning any of the other dishes he used in the process. She could tell he was strained and as a last act of service she handled the cleanup. It wasn’t much and she was done quickly. She then picked up her bucket of items from earlier having not had the intent to go and rest but to work out the pent up whatever that had built inside her. However; she was compelled to listen to his instruction whether she really wanted to or not: one, she knew it was true she needed rest but she loathed it the last few nights, two, she didn’t want to invoke his wrath the next time he had her out in the field. “Yes sir,” she said before opening and closing the door behind her. She had wanted to say ‘good night’ or something…less restricted but she didn’t because she didn’t know how to begin bridging that gap. She would return the various items to their rightful places before she would find recess in her bunk. Sleep didn’t come easy and she had to let Jett take his place outside the window as she contemplated before restless sleep claimed her.
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