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 19, 2018 16:20:32 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. No, things had been far from ok. But he'd never show it, not to a soul. He had a myriad of problems that he kept hidden under a tough, outer shell of anger and dominance, and no one could crack that shell, much less even see that it was a shell. Rather, they all believed it was just who he was. Yes, he was angry and domineering, but he's damaged goods. His stoic expression and refusal to show weakness makes it reasonable that no one sees it.
Which is why he chooses to be in his room when the feelings start to come up. His emotions were too much to throw out to even his self, so he muted them. Several empty bottles, of two different varieties, were dumped into the trash lazily as he laid back on his bed, pushing the massive short bear snout away from his self, growling back at him as Mot grew more annoyed that he couldn't get the snake inside of the bottle. He had wrestled the bear earlier and had wound up injured, but it was no big deal to him at the moment. The issue right now was the massive, over a ton monster bear climbing onto his bed like it was no one's business. Groaning in irritation and nausea, Axel rolled off of the bed and grabbed at the garbage can.
"Mot you fucking shit head." He groaned, clinging to the garbage can like he'd fall over if he let go of it. He grew quiet when Mot had stopped moving, realizing that the bear had commandeered the bed, and didn't seem like he was going to let it up any time soon. Axel simply signed his self to sitting with the bin, head leaning into it as an occasional hick up or wave of nausea would find him, his stomach significantly rattled by Mot trying to climb onto him with a stomach full of touchy liquid. 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 19, 2018 17:11:52 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. Yara was mid shift in the med ward carrying wrappings from one end of the hideout to the next. It was mundane but occupying work and it kept her mind from wandering too much over the recent events that had transpired a few nights ago. The burn on her arm still stung relentlessly wrapped underneath its bandages. It wasn’t healing in the fashion she would have anticipated but at the same time it wasn’t too much of a surprise given the nature she had received it. Her stomach still churned uncomfortably at the memory of her dream and the dark sinister malice that had approached her giving her new life an invigorated purpose and goal.
The deeper nuances where either lost on Yara or she refused to look at them too closely. It was unsettling having the image of her Master disappearing from sight; there were too many implications and she didn’t dare examine them.
Speaking of, she found herself running errands in the higher officers’ quarters. At least she had good reason to be here if one of them became sour with her roaming the area. Some, like Axel, had a tendency to be reclusive and didn’t take well to foot soldiers encroaching on their territory. She was on duty though and had a purpose for where she was.
She heard a series of crashes and a familiar voice growl and groan as “Mot you fucking shit head” was heard floating out from the door nearest her. A twisting knot settled in her stomach listening to him purge. She cursed lightly acting on instinct as she opened the door sticking her head in seeing Axel mid hurl over the trashcan and Mot staring at her as he fucked with a bottle. As the bear snuffled at her a warning she groaned inwardly before she left quickly.
She had smelled the hint of blood in the air and if he was as drunk as she thought he was he was going to need what aid she could give him. Ganon help her should he try to take her head off which was a very high chance. She reported back to the clinic and took the needed equipment to tend to the task of handling his wound and went to the kitchen to grab fresh water and bread.
She said a silent prayer as she reached his room again still hearing him in the throes of a drunken purge. She slipped in quietly to prevent what light was left of the dying day from creeping into the room and causing any discomfort. If Mot snuffled at her in warning again she would look at him sternly before she put the bundle in her arms down.
She would wait for Axel to finish stewing over the trash can as she tentatively sat a cup of water near him. There wasn’t any going back now either way. Come hell or high water she was here and this was where she was going to fight to pull him out of the pit he’d drug himself into.
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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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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 19, 2018 18:36:05 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Was... was that his door opening? Yea no. He's pretty sure that was his door opening up for just a moment before closing again. He heard Mot snuffling at someone, but had to return to the more pertinant matters at hand, his hair, luckily, having been pulled back before he started this whole trip as a preumptive measure to assure that he wouldn't be needing to spend anymore time bathing than he had to. Bathing left him vulnerable and he didn't like it. He didn't mind being seen by others but when you were vulnerable like that? It was another story.
The door opened once more and Mot gave out another warning sound, his upper lip lifting as he huffed at her, overgrown canines baring before giving up and going back to licking the inside of the bottle, doing his best to try and fetch the snake out without making a bigger mess than he was already laying out. Thankfully, his shadow drool dissipated, so that just left the saliva in his mouth that was making a mess of things.
Axel, on the other hand, let his eyes roam to the cup of water next to him as he felt his breathing shake some, trying to draw in deeper breaths. It seemed like the worst part of it was over, so he was just left with the bitter taste in his mouth as he stared at the water longer than he usually would. And it wasn't until after a long minute that he looked up to find the source of said water, green, hazy eyes locking onto Yara after a moment of seeming to double check around her, as if she was moving back and forth.
Damned alcohol and it's adverse effects on the human mind. He didn't say anything, but just stared, mouth slightly open and dry and his eyebrows half way knitted together, watching Yara. If she gave him a moment to think on what the hell was happening though, he'd drop his head to look back down at the cup before picking it up. He seemed hesitant to take a drink, but when he did, he finished the cup easily, thankful for the bitter taste in his mouth to have finally weakened.
He didn't speak though, and remained on the ground between the bed and the bin, head wobbling as he watched his apprentice. He didn't want anyone seeing him at this moment of weakness. Why did Ganon do these things to him? Was this some sort of test? All evil powers know that Hylia wouldn't do this, why was Yara here? She wasn't here to kill him, was she? He furrowed his brows at that thought before hiccuping, letting his head jump with the jerking motion some. His face fell neutral again as he seeming hiccuped away the thought. 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 19, 2018 19:01:41 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. When he drained the cup Yara simply filled it again and if he continued to drink she would refill it. She was silent the during this whole time making no sudden moves and simply waited to respond to him. She was diligent in her attention, she felt no pity for the man before her just an overwhelming since of duty and comradery as his words from the jungle echoed through her mind.
She had noted how his stubbornness was likened to a child but looking at him now it was painfully obvious that he was a hardened man that refused to show everything about himself. She had the gnawing pit in her stomach telling her that if she was in his place that she would be loath to be seen in such a state but her mind told her he had already seen a portion of her vulnerability. Granted she had revealed some but not all of it.
She broke the bread into a manageable chunk. It was highly probable that he had drank more than he had eaten in the day which would explain the violent urge for his body to rid itself of the immense amount of poison he had shoved down his throat. She would then place the chunk of bread next to the cup. She made a point to not be direct with her eye contact, ensuring that in his vulnerability she was respectful and aware to not over impose herself.
She had half the sense to get up and leave seeing that he was drinking fluids and relatively seemed to finish vomiting. However, she could see the cuts and gashes on his arms as well as the strain his body was under and frankly this was a time where she would leave no man behind. He was her master and it bore a responsibility with it. He had already told her that he would always be there for her when she was vulnerable…now it was her turn to extend that promise back and to make good on the silence that came with it.
If this ever came up or her absence questioned in the med ward she would simply make the excuse of being bored and take those consequences. If he ever said something when he was sober she would simply pretend she didn’t know what he was talking about. This would be her secret and she was resolved to keep it even in her grave.
After a while of staring into the floor her voice would break the silence as firm, resolute stone “You are not alone in this fight.”
Let him fight her on it. She would let him kill her if it came to that but she wouldn’t relent here. Not now.
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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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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 20, 2018 6:47:38 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He did take the bread when it was offered to him. And he chewed at it slowly, finally placing the cup of water down with about half of it's contents left. His world was still spinning, but being seen like this had made him sober up just a bit. Not enough that you could stop calling him drunk, but enough that there was finally just one Yara in front of him.
He continued sitting on the floor in silence as he chewed, listening to Mot huff and let out a pissed off growl at the snake, but never made a move to just crush the bottle. The more Axel ate though, the more Mot calmed down at trying to get the snake. But that never stopped him entirely. She spoke to him, and he still remained silent on it. He wouldn't bitch at her, he couldn't, he probably couldn't even properly formulate a sentence telling her that he was because he chose to take on his own demons on his own.
He didn't want anyone knowing of his weakness or past weaknesses, and as long as he was in control of his own mind in the slightest, he would never spill his past to anyone. His eyes lidded just a bit right before another hiccup bounced him, a large arm swinging over to grip the edge of the bin, pulling it closer just in case. After a long moment, he looked to Yara with darkened green eyes, head wobbling some as he tried to follow the occasional headspin.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a belch that had him blinking, then chuckling at it for a moment, obviously making him forget, entirely, what he was going to say. The chuckle was shortlived though and his face fell, his head lowering once again to continue chewing on the bread slowly. The amusement quickly died as his brain kicked it to the side, reminding him that he was up here and drunk to try and forget this and that. Convenient. Remind him to forget when he just forgot.
"'re shoe doin in shear." He slurred out, lifting his head and remembering that Yara was in here. Someone was in his room. While he was vulnerable. 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 20, 2018 9:15:14 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. Yara didn’t look at him, just kept her eyes trained on the floor. He was vulnerable and she was here; however her purpose was not to manipulate that vulnerability. She did not want to die and he seemed like the person that would tear a poor bastard apart.
Mot seemed to ignore her for the most part though and she took that as a sign that he at least wasn’t threatened by her being there. Good. Let it stay that way. She wasn’t here to cause a problem or lord his issues over him. Hell, she wasn’t even looking for him to talk to her. The less he acknowledged her presense the better and she could do her job. It would be more of a problem when she would have to deal with his wounds. Best to save that when he was either passed out or more sober. She determined tending to a sober Axel would be a better idea in the long run instead of running the risk of sending him into a drunken panic when the iodine hit the wounds.
“Jes’ here to make sure you don’t have a worse hangover” she said cooly “you probably won’t even remember once you pass out…and I don’t intend to remind you.”
Ganon help her if he did remember the next day and was pissed at her about it. She would deal with that problem later, at least right now he was hydrated and getting something solid in him to help take the edge off.
She broke off a piece of bread and tossed it at Mot who was still snuffling at the bottle. If Axel passed out enough for her to leave long enough without worrying about him rampaging she would go fetch a heartier meal for when he woke up and some banana’s for Mot out of her stash for Jett.
Jett would be pissy with her but she would rather deal with a pouty gorilla than a ravenous and cranky pair of bears.
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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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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 20, 2018 9:51:14 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel squinted at Yara's words but they mostly fell dead on his brain. His mind struggled to figure out the words and what they meant exactly and instead, he found his self pulling his body into bed. Mot had ate the bread without much of a problem, and discarded the bottle to the side when Axel crawled up next to him.
The large bear let out a huff as his master, with his ass sort of in the air, kicked against his bed and forced his self almost underneath the familiar. Mot grumbled and moved just a bit, laying his head down to cover up the rest of Axel, helping the drunken male disappear half way underneath of the bear entirely. From there, Axel decided to blackout where he couldn't be bothered. He'd like to see someone try and move Mot like they owned him. Mot his self just let out a low huff, and would stay half way on top of his master, even as Yara moved around the place should she choose to.
He wouldn't openly attack her yet for being in Axel's room without his proper permission. He wouldn't unless commanded. Axel would stir and wake up in a couple of hours, poking his head out just enough to glare around the dimly lit room. 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 20, 2018 10:35:58 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. Yara didn’t bother to disturb the two bears on the bed and she went about silently cleaning up the obvious mess of bottles. Before she left she gave Mot the last of the bread loaf told him she’d be back and with a proper supper for him of bananas and a couple slabs of meat under the premise that he keep Axels memory of the last few hours foggy. Or at the very least curb his anger at her.
Regardless, she gathered up the wreaking trash can and left the two to sleep in their den. She returned once to bring Mot the promised meal and the cleaned trash can having a heaping plate of peeled bananas that she had borrowed against Jett, and about three large steaks fresh off the hunt. If anyone questioned her motives they didn’t say anything, being the apprentice of the most terrifying among them seemed to have its perks. They probably assumed she was under orders anyway.
Then she stayed as she waited for Axel to begin showing signs of rousing. Rising to leave she told Mot she would be back with more fresh water and a proper meal for Axel. She didn’t get much read off of the bear and his disposition but he didn’t fuss at her as she left promising to bring him something more as well.
Bears were incredibly hungry.
It was after midnight when she came back her arms full of some more bananas and a plate of cured meats, bread, and some winter fruits. In her other arm she carried a pitcher of water.
She knocked lightly before pushing the door open with her shoulders and she moved quietly in setting her load down on either a table or the floor depending on what was available. Seeing his groggy and angry expression she nodded firmly looking down. She wasn’t uncomfortable or nervous just quiet.
“Brought you some food, figured with how hungry Mots been you probably would be hungry when you woke up.”
Honestly she had hoped he would still be asleep when she got back so she could slip out before he was aware enough to remember her
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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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140 POSTS |
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42 YRS OLD
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 20, 2018 13:03:43 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. When Yara spoke to him, he pulled his self out from underneath of his bear just a bit more to reach forward and taking the bread, receding back underneath the warm blanket of fat and fur overtop of him by just a little bit. He'd start with the bread to make sure his stomach was well balance, even with a good bit of weight on him from Mot. What little light was in his room from the candles was almost too much for his eyes to take, and he found his self squinting, hiding under Mot and chewing on the bread while watching Yara.
"You figured right." He muttered with a mouthful before finally removing his self from underneath the bear. Mot, shaking his head and neck in irritation, started pawing at his mane, scratching his head in a sense. Axel gave Mot a quick glance before looking back to Yara. "I suppose I have nothing to hide from you about this room anymore." He was still grumbling. After a quick drink of water, he looked back at her. "Thanks, but if you ever come in here again with no good reason, I'll put you through the wall." He finished with that for the time being, squeezing his eyes and reaching over to extinguish the candle next to his bed, pinching it between two thick fingers. 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 20, 2018 13:53:37 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. If Yara was off put by his threat she didn’t show it visibly on her face as he snuffed the candle out. Honestly, she hadn’t even bothered to pay attention to the finer details of his room. It wasn’t something that interested her and she didn’t need to know the finer details of what he surrounded himself with or his personal demons.
“No sir, I didn’t bother to pay attention to your finer details,” she was being more formal than she normally would have “sorry but if you are in here poisoning yourself and I hear it I’ll do my duty and then take the smashing through the wall.” She paused and quickly added “With all due respect sir.”
She went over to the med kit and pulled out the iodine and a fresh bandage soaking it.
“I would much prefer not being in here myself, I don’t want you to think I’m being an insolent subordinate; however, you gave yourself alcohol poisoning earlier and it is my duty as your student to make sure you don’t kick the bucket. Even if it is self-inflicted.” Her words were firm, cool and unreliable of any emotions she might hold about the situation.
She waited for a few moments before continuing.
If he maintained any kind of eye contact with her and be able to make out her expression it was flat and stern as she offered him the bandages. “You have a couple of nasty cuts from romping with Mot,” if he tried to refuse like the last time she had offered him medicine she quickly countered it “I’ve already poured the iodine so you would be wasting it to not use it” she said cooly “either you can clean them or I will have to and I think we would both prefer the former.”
Her voice was firm and authoritative but it wasn’t an order and it wasn’t snide. She just spoke with a different confidence than before and honestly she hoped he would comply so that she could leave and go find her own midnight tryst with the moon and the silence of open space outside of the hideout.
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