06-30-2017, 12:48 PM
After spending some time resting in the disheveled opulence, Strazio was able to pull himself out of bed, scabs and scars cracking and snapping as he did so. Tearen was tempted to try and help the furious warrior to his feet, but Rockwell still didn't quite trust the Shadow completely. At least, not insofar to the point that he would have been willing to let Tearen coddle him. The elder Prime was quite certain that helping a teammate out of bed did not really qualify as coddling, but he understood that Strazio was still fevered and weary. He would give the battlemage the space he needed, for now. Besides, there was a very real possibility that they would be fusing in the near future; that tended to be a pretty powerful icebreaker.
"So what's the plan?" Strazio growled through chapped lips, sucking down one of the nectarines that Tearen had in his knapsack. The eldritch Human pulled out his Synpad and pointed to several subzones on the map. Two health item drops and one of the big ticket items they were supposed to be hunting.
"Mm. I don't like it." Straz said, gesturing at C8.
"I just got out of that clusterfuck, I'm not about to jump back in half cocked."
Tearen nodded.
"I agree. D7 is out. It's basically falling on top of Gildarts' head."
Straz chuckled. An abrasive sound that really should only ever be directed towards enemies. At least, it chafed Tearen to the point he leaned away from the fury-fueled brawler ever-so slightly.
"What, you don't think you can take him?" Strazio asked, flashing a still-bloody grin. The session of temporal healing had only been able to repair the most critical of Rockwell's internal injuries. He still coughed up clotted blood on occasion.
"Already did, once. Don't feel like wasting the energy."
"So, E12 then?"
Tearen tucked the pad away and nodded.
"Yeah. Let's get you topped off and then we can worry about knocking some heads in."
Strazio nodded silently, offering a frown of approval before kicking open the front door to the suburban palace. As they set out into the growing twilight, the angrier Prime cast a forlorn look at the glimmering lights of the city. Tearen's mouth twisted into an apologetic half-smile.
"It's okay, Strazio. Gamzee would unders-"
Strazio clocked Tearen straight in the jaw. It was a gentle reminder, by his standards at least, that they weren't at that kind of level of familiarity quite yet.
"Will you stop that?" Strazio growled, jogging down the steps. Tearen wiped a smear of blood off of his chin and laughed in spite of himself. Okay...okay.
"Well stop thinking so loudly."
"Fuck off."
"So what's the plan?" Strazio growled through chapped lips, sucking down one of the nectarines that Tearen had in his knapsack. The eldritch Human pulled out his Synpad and pointed to several subzones on the map. Two health item drops and one of the big ticket items they were supposed to be hunting.
"Mm. I don't like it." Straz said, gesturing at C8.
"I just got out of that clusterfuck, I'm not about to jump back in half cocked."
Tearen nodded.
"I agree. D7 is out. It's basically falling on top of Gildarts' head."
Straz chuckled. An abrasive sound that really should only ever be directed towards enemies. At least, it chafed Tearen to the point he leaned away from the fury-fueled brawler ever-so slightly.
"What, you don't think you can take him?" Strazio asked, flashing a still-bloody grin. The session of temporal healing had only been able to repair the most critical of Rockwell's internal injuries. He still coughed up clotted blood on occasion.
"Already did, once. Don't feel like wasting the energy."
"So, E12 then?"
Tearen tucked the pad away and nodded.
"Yeah. Let's get you topped off and then we can worry about knocking some heads in."
Strazio nodded silently, offering a frown of approval before kicking open the front door to the suburban palace. As they set out into the growing twilight, the angrier Prime cast a forlorn look at the glimmering lights of the city. Tearen's mouth twisted into an apologetic half-smile.
"It's okay, Strazio. Gamzee would unders-"
Strazio clocked Tearen straight in the jaw. It was a gentle reminder, by his standards at least, that they weren't at that kind of level of familiarity quite yet.
"Will you stop that?" Strazio growled, jogging down the steps. Tearen wiped a smear of blood off of his chin and laughed in spite of himself. Okay...okay.
"Well stop thinking so loudly."
"Fuck off."
Quote:Tearen and Strazio moved from C4 to E5
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued