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Post by Rook on Feb 26, 2009 0:00:01 GMT -5
Rook's voice wasn't cold, but it was incisive, and sharp, he let a little of his anger seep into his voice, emphasized by the increase the flow of warm water on her chest and belly. "I have plenty of friends who have dicks, Rae. I wouldn't leave you on alone in a shower with a broken rib cage.... and let you bleed to death because you happen to have one".
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Post by dargan on Feb 26, 2009 0:20:08 GMT -5
She looked up at him for a moment, her expression becoming twisted into a slightly sarcastic grin. "Well gee thanks.. You're such a hard-ass.." At least he didn't feel any differently, or at least it seemed that way, and he certainly did stare long enough...
The heat seeped through her skin, warming her muscles and releasing some of them that had been tightened with pain and chill, she could finely start to relax. It eased her breathing and allowed her to clear her mind of the incident, if only for a split second. "Get the one on my leg.. I don't know what the hell was on that knife..." She muttered in a low tone, trying to sit up a little to look at it before quickly falling back to the concrete floor in silent agony. After crawling around in rancid flood waters she'd probably already gotten it infected or full of dirt. At least it was still bleeding, which meant that anything that would have gotten into it bacteria-wise would have been long washed away.
"Thank you.. by the way.."
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Post by Rook on Feb 26, 2009 8:27:26 GMT -5
Rook allowed himself a small smile, it was warm as the water. He still had a few questions for her, he was still uncomfortable with it, but Vice was the same as ever, which was comforting.
"Don't thank the hard ass just yet. You have a rough night ahead of you".
and with that, he walked around Vice, never letting the water stop flowing onto her, he kneeled, fixating on the wound in her thigh, pulling back the nozzle and letting the water spray lightly on the wound, the blood becoming watery and begining to be swept off her leg. He'd still have to bandage those, and disinfect them, but maybe the water would clean them considerably before that.
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Post by dargan on Feb 26, 2009 22:33:41 GMT -5
She knew that, but he hadn't left her, and that was what she was really thanking him for. Well that and the fact that he hadn't been overly shocked and disgusted .. or worse... all touchy-feely. She closed her eyes again, trying to relax as he changed position to rinse the wound on her leg. Vice shuddered, the water stung almost as bad as the blade had, but that wouldn't be the worst of it tonight.. She knew there would be worse to come. Handling it wasn't a problem if Rook could withstand a lot of cursing and ranting, but then again he'd never said anything about it before.
Trying to keep her mind from the current state of things seemed almost impossible, but it was worth a shot to be able to put it aside. She still needed to tell someone what'd happened back there in that warehouse, it was against everything that the Angels stood for, to abandon positions only to turn tail and run. What the hell had they been thinking? It should have been kept a secret, but she felt that it'd be unwise to keep it to herself. Something needed to be done, and it sure as hell wouldn't if it remained a secret. "Today, the mission was to break up a drug ring. They were suspected of more than just that, but no proof had been obtained. I was sent in as bait, looking to buy. That's why I was in street clothes." She paused for a long moment trying to regain her breath before speaking again. "Something went wrong. Someone gave me away. Those bastards turned tail and run, the others, my backup. They were supposed to have come in to help me if anything got out of hand..." Abruptly her speech stopped and the coughing began, tensing every muscle in her chest and causing her to wrench in agony her muzzle parted and fangs bared, though nothing came out but a guttural growl that would have scared anyone else shitless.
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Post by Rook on Mar 3, 2009 8:25:01 GMT -5
Rook had suspected something similar, he himself worked alone, so he had never given anyone the opportunity to leave him behind. But he had seen his friends fall, even die that way in the past, and the number of Angels jaded by the Seraphim, or the Council....it was ridiculous and infuriating.
Oh, they could report it he supposed, but would there be any justice?
They'd have to make sure of that themselves.
Rook turned away from her agonized expression, and the water stilled to a trickle and then a drip, he hung it back up quickly and kneeled, gulping.
He looked down at the water pooled below.
This was gonna be trickly.
"Fuck me" he cursed sourly feeling his footpaw tremble with the stress put on it, he had to make sure not t fall, not only because it would hurt Vice so badly she might not wake up, or because it might break his neck, but also if he slipped and was not able to get up again it would be humiliating.
He stretched out his tail, trying to use it for balance, wishing not for the first time that the other parts of his body were robotic, like his claws. Those claws had stretched considerably, but they had turned too, so their flats were being used to support Vice as he carefully lifted her up little by little into his arms, and tried not to fall.
Not to fall.
There was one time, when he had almost reached his full height when his paw slipped, and he panicked but he got traction again pretty soon, thankful he had not increased pressure on Vice.
Finally he had traveresed the bathroom and found carpet again, gladder than he had ever suspected he would be to be on carpet. He found the bedroom quickly and lay his naked, and somewhat creepilly beautiful apprentice (for she was still that in his mind it seemed) , still sopping wet atop of the comforter.
He found a towel in the closet nearby and brung it out, oddly, in the shower he had not been embarrassed but this was...welll....let's just say as he dried her off he did not look, at least, not at any time she could have possibly noticed.
His recent ...activities brought terrible mental inquiries on what exactly he should be embarrassed about...the top or the bottom.
God knows he hadn't had any contact with the top in a decade, and the bottom seemed to be the most current aspect of his life, but perhaps what Zarek said was true.
He was gay only for one person.
If that's true then why do I keep LOOKING?
No, he diddn't get no satisfaction, not from his former apprentice... but his curiosity was unnerving. Thankfully Rook was a master at nuances of movement and hiding his expressions so he was pretty sure there was no way she could tell in her state.
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Post by dargan on Mar 7, 2009 1:45:33 GMT -5
She trusted him fully with her life, which didn't really make any sense to her. She'd never trusted anyone as much as Rook, but that was probably because he had turned her into who she was today, someone who could handle problems and protect themselves.....for the most part. He always seemed to have her back no matter what the situation. So different than the other angels, he was true to his nature. Always calculated and seemingly calm, even if it was a bad situation, like this one, or worse. He was Rook. It was comforting, the consistency. So strong willed and sure of himself. At least that's how Vice viewed him, why would she ever have reason to believe otherwise?
Pain seized through her body as she was lifted again off of the ground, her already panting expression became a snarl again, but it wasn't directed at him, only towards the throbbing in her chest. She put a hand around him, trying to brace herself, simi-retractable claws unsheathing for a moment, but not digging into flesh, only cloth and fur. She hadn't even noticed she'd done it really, but had tore a few claw marks into Rook's shirt.
As she was placed on the bed the pressure released from her chest and she could relax again. How she'd managed to drag herself from that damned alley was starting to become a mystery even to her, this was batshit crazy, she must have been in shock or something. It all seemed like a blur right now though. She was being dried off, it was uncomfortable to say the least, and from the fact that the older man wasn't even looking at what he was doing, well.. it gave the impression that he was embarrassed about it. The thought struck through her head only for a split second that she should say something to call him out, but... she didn't. It was a first. She didn't call him out on something, instead only questioned his well being " You alright?"
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Post by Rook on Mar 9, 2009 7:47:42 GMT -5
Rook winced at her seizure of pain, feeling the urge to grasp her hand, but in the awkwardness he shook it off, it would have made this worse.
He gently finished drying her off, throwing the towel to the side and opening the first aid kit with a flick of his wrist, searching it's depths for rubbing alcohol which he found in abundance, and a few bandages, varying in thickness.
Advances in technology can't replace to good old boys. he thought with a mixture of ironicism and grimness. There was nothing he could do about her ribs, Vice was going to have a tough night.
His ears flicked when he realized a few seconds too late that she had spoken to him. He blinked, turning to her, his eyes firmly on hers. "Eh"?
He dabbed a cotton ball in the alcohol, his gaze flickering back to her, shifting uncomfortably "Yeah, why wouldn't I be"?
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Post by dargan on Mar 16, 2009 19:42:34 GMT -5
She raised a single eyebrow, narrowing her eyes for a moment before shrugging a little, wincing again. "Don't ask me you're the one looking all.. peaky.." She muttered, the end of her tail tightly coiled around her midsection and groin so that the man who'd trained her didn't have to look at any... er.. inappropriate parts. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of rubbing alcohol, her ears flickering backward. This was going to sting like hell.. Not to mention the stitches she'd probably need in a few places, especially that stab wound on her thigh. That one... that one would be a little awkward as well.
"Sorry in advance... " She muttered in a low tone, almost so low that it was inaudible, feeling herself drop into a state of extreme exhaustion. Her eyes flickered slightly, consciousness slipping in and out for a second before she jerked her head, bringing herself out of it and staring at Rook for a few moments, wide-eyed. Her expression was still glazed over, pale yellow eyes dull and blank of emotion.
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Post by Rook on Mar 25, 2009 7:46:35 GMT -5
It's not as if you asked for me ever to come so close to your balls Rook thought sarcastically, but did not say anything as he hesitated...braced himself for whatever looks she might give him and lifted her tail away from her leg, picking up the cotton swab and wiping carefully at the delicate, deep wound, trying not to pay attention to whatever was nearest to his chin, feeling warmth heat under his fur in embarrassment.
Thankfully..it wasn't quite as hard as he thought, the smell of the blood intoxicated him and he was wrapped up in wiping any traces of grime or grit out of that wound, gently dabbing at it, then grabbing a flexi-bandage and pressing it close, watching critically as it molded itself to the skin of her thigh.
Rook remembered the old days where even in sensitive areas a bulky bandage would be needed, and he thanked the One God as he pulled away, not able to shake the thoughts that ran through is mind when yes, he got an eyeful of Vice
Nope. that's never gonna come out no matter how hard I scrub. No amount of alcohol... he thought.
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Post by dargan on Jun 11, 2009 0:27:47 GMT -5
Vice tried to hold back a growl as her mentor began cleaning the wound, baring her fangs and unsheathing her claws into the blankets. Damn, she normally didn't show any pain or anger like this, why was it happening now as if she couldn't hold back anymore. Her eyes tearing up and hot liquid began running down her cheeks, a low stressing growl beginning to rumble in her throat. Soon though it'd turned into an all out screech that echoed through the bunker.
Her tail lashed, coming pretty close to hitting Rook square in the face. Not that it would hurt really, a plume of fluff wouldn't exactly cause any pain.
By the time it was over, and bandaged, deep claw marks were left through the blanket, almost reaching the mattress below. Vice lay panting and snarling, growling through clenched fangs. Every breath was ragged and painful, causing her chest to heave and pull tighter. Her hands and feet were shaking, she was going into shock again.
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