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towerofanimus2013-09-16 11:36 am
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-16 11:36 am
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Can Fix!
Characters: Rick, Waver, anyone else from the clear fluid research team and the Lancer Brigade.
Setting: September 16th, night, Floor 27 (laboratory)
Format: Should probably stick to action-spam on this one, but can match!
Summary: Rick decides that he's going to "help" his team by making sure that nobody stays in the lab after dark and gets killed again. Surprise, surprise, he falls asleep and ends up by himself with the beasties to keep him company.
Warnings: No character death in this one (hopefully), but there will likely be violence and injury and monsters 'n junk. You know, the standard Tower fare.
[It took more than a week of planning, lingering, and mental speeches for Rick to get up the nerve to finally try this. But it was necessary, he'd convinced himself--Edgeworth had died and Diarmuid was scarce, probably beating himself up over something that wasn't his fault, and Waver certainly wasn't in the best mood either, because he hadn't done a good enough job checking in on his teammates before retiring for the evening, making sure that they went somewhere safe before the unpleasant creatures of the night found them first...obviously this was something Rick could have prevented.]
[Well tonight he would not be so negligent! He'd park himself in a chair after dinner and wait until some hours after dark, just in case Waver sneaked in to take some last-minute measurements and lost track of time, or the like, and he'd make sure they all left with him, and he'd clean the place up and close the doors. There would be no mess, no deaths, no more pointless suffering and misery. Everything was going to go according to plan.]
[Things were going well enough when he arrived in the evening to the empty room and busied himself with cleaning used equipment. They were still going well when he sat down to copy and organize the newest batch of notes.]
[Still going well at the first yawn. Only a couple hours in--he really needed to get used to staying up this late. Still fine thirty minutes later when he began to nod off. Still fine...]
[...The lights are still on when he wakes up--it makes it difficult to tell what time it is, or how long he's been sleeping. All Rick knows is that he's been startled awake by some noise, a scuffling in what he expected to be an empty room. Did someone sneak in when he wasn't looking?]
...H-Hello?
Setting: September 16th, night, Floor 27 (laboratory)
Format: Should probably stick to action-spam on this one, but can match!
Summary: Rick decides that he's going to "help" his team by making sure that nobody stays in the lab after dark and gets killed again. Surprise, surprise, he falls asleep and ends up by himself with the beasties to keep him company.
Warnings: No character death in this one (hopefully), but there will likely be violence and injury and monsters 'n junk. You know, the standard Tower fare.
[It took more than a week of planning, lingering, and mental speeches for Rick to get up the nerve to finally try this. But it was necessary, he'd convinced himself--Edgeworth had died and Diarmuid was scarce, probably beating himself up over something that wasn't his fault, and Waver certainly wasn't in the best mood either, because he hadn't done a good enough job checking in on his teammates before retiring for the evening, making sure that they went somewhere safe before the unpleasant creatures of the night found them first...obviously this was something Rick could have prevented.]
[Well tonight he would not be so negligent! He'd park himself in a chair after dinner and wait until some hours after dark, just in case Waver sneaked in to take some last-minute measurements and lost track of time, or the like, and he'd make sure they all left with him, and he'd clean the place up and close the doors. There would be no mess, no deaths, no more pointless suffering and misery. Everything was going to go according to plan.]
[Things were going well enough when he arrived in the evening to the empty room and busied himself with cleaning used equipment. They were still going well when he sat down to copy and organize the newest batch of notes.]
[Still going well at the first yawn. Only a couple hours in--he really needed to get used to staying up this late. Still fine thirty minutes later when he began to nod off. Still fine...]
[...The lights are still on when he wakes up--it makes it difficult to tell what time it is, or how long he's been sleeping. All Rick knows is that he's been startled awake by some noise, a scuffling in what he expected to be an empty room. Did someone sneak in when he wasn't looking?]
...H-Hello?
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You mean beside me, don't you? We're partners and partners stand beside each other.
[Besides, how can Diarmuid watch Waver if he's behind him?]
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Here, hand me your container now.
[He reaches back for Waver's box, hiding a wince when he realizes, belatedly, how bad an idea twisting with a side wound is.]
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[Frowning, Waver handed over everything he'd been carrying.]
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Sorry. I wasn't thinking. I am going to feel better when this is done. We could all use rest. Especially you.
[Though, he has to admit, he will be happy to not be bleeding anymore as well.]
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How long will you be low on magic for?
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[Like Diarmuid doesn't watch over Waver already, but...this will probably be some closer watching. Like servant right behind you all the time, watching.]
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Do you really think telling me it's not necessary is going to work?
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[Shrugging, he turned and walked in the direction of the stairs.]
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Will it help any that if I am hanging around you to make sure you are okay, you will more easily be able to make sure I'm letting my wound heal and not pushing myself too hard?
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[Shrugging, Waver's hand glowed faintly as he used the last of his reserves to heal Diarmuid's injury at least enough to stop the bleeding.]
Heh...sorry.
[Aaaand that would be about when his legs gave out.]
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[Diarmuid dashes forward to catch his collapsing friend, easing him to the floor. Once there, he gathers Waver into his arms, pulling him close.]
You idiot! Why did you do that! If you wanted me to carry you so badly, you could have just said so...
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[Diarmuid buries his face in Waver's hair.]
Please...don't sacrifice yourself for me like this. You don't like it when I do the same for you...
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[Diarmuid gives Waver a squeeze and then, without warning, lifts the man into his arms.]
No complaining, now. I'm carrying you and that's that.
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[Laughing in a slightly self-deprecating manner, Waver leaned his head on Diarmuid's shoulder and almost immediately fell asleep. Apparently prana exhaustion took a lot out of someone.]
[Better get to the infirmary and explain this one, Derry.]
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