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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 18, 2012 20:16:35 GMT -5
Mikka looked at him blankly. The confusion slowly left her eyes and her smile widened, growing larger and larger until a burst of laughter bubbled up out of her chest.
"It would seem as though I didn't need to use the crowbar to give you brain damage, Krollik."
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 18, 2012 20:26:44 GMT -5
Karter attempted to scowl at Mikka, which only made his head hurt worse. "God, shut up... You're giving me a headache..." It wasn't her laughter so much as the fact that the world wouldn't stop SPINNING dear god, WHY?? The psychopath swayed a little on his feet and groped for a tree for balance. Why wouldn't his legs turn back into legs and stop being jelly? And why was he so sleepy? He had never had a concussion before (well, had to DEAL with one, at least. Theo usually had to deal with most of his injuries' aftermaths), was this what happened? The fear was slowly spreading across his face. Never once had he had to deal with something like this, and he didn't like the way that his body was working against him.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 18, 2012 20:33:44 GMT -5
"You, moi drug, have a concussion." Mikka got unsteadily to her feet, swaying a little before straightening up and dusting her herself off. She moved a piece of hair from her face and looked at Karter curiously. He actually looked a little... afraid. "You may want to have that looked at."
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 18, 2012 21:14:31 GMT -5
Karter's head was pounding and he nodded dumbly, still blinking slowly and trying to stay awake. "I'm... not supposed to sleep... right?" He mumbled out, showing that he was having a pretty difficult time staying awake as he was right then. He hadn't had a fight like that in a while, and he was tired now that he stopped to let his fatigue catch up with him.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 18, 2012 21:23:41 GMT -5
Mikka blinked, wondering how long Karter would be standing. "Da, you need to stay awake." She frowned thoughtfully. Obviously her opponent could no longer fight back (although in the back of the mind she kept the possibility that it was a rouse open). It would be easy to finish him off now, but there was no pride in that. Mikka wasn't about to take on the helpless, that wasn't her style.
There was also a hospital not to far from here, but the Tora obviously couldn't get there on his own in this state. However, it also was not Mikka's style to give her opponents medical attention. She titled her head to the side, pondering what to do. Choices, choices.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 18, 2012 21:48:30 GMT -5
Fuck... How was he supposed to get over to the hospital!? He didn't know where the damn thing was from their current spot, he had never gone. It could be on the other side of the freaking city for all he knew. And he couldn't fall asleep, let alone let Theo be awoken to deal with this while Karter slept. Not only would Theo probably konk out, but Mikka might kill the boy. This couldn't end well... But he could at least try and get there.
Slowly, shakily, he started to inch his way in what he thought was the direction of the hospital. It was taking so long to take sure steps. Nothing was working right. He wasn't used to this. He was used to an achy body, sure. One covered in lacerations and burns and bruises? Easy. But he had been able to get it to RESPOND properly. And now it wasn't, and he was terrified.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 18, 2012 21:58:39 GMT -5
"You're going to wrong way." Mikka sighed and strode in the opposite direction Karter was walking, grabbing his hand as she breezed past. She tugged him out of the clearing with a blank face, although her eyes were a bit stormy. "I'm going to show you the way, but only this once. After all, I can't fight you if you died of a silly little concussion."
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 11:18:59 GMT -5
"Oh you're FAR too kind." Karter grumbled, stumbling along the Ookami's side. Why was she so tall? Her legs were too long, it was making it hard for him to keep up when his own body felt so jumbled up and disconnected. The fact that he had enough wherewithal to still be able to snark at her was astounding, to him at least.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 22:22:46 GMT -5
"I know," Mikka chirped, ignoring the heavy sarcasm in the Tora's voice. "But you make a great plaything, so it'd would be unfortunate if you died." She tossed her hair back with a shrug. "And besides pissing me off personally, I don't have any reason to kill you. The victims of my crowbar are strictly people who REALLY deserve it. Da?"
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 22:38:43 GMT -5
"I've murdered people." He offered. "Just clearing the air her. I've killed so many people I've lost track... But I had reasons..." All of them had scared Theo. All of them had made his charge terrified or hurt in some way or another. "Am I still excluded?" He didn't really know why he was telling Mikka this, but he figured it was a reward for managing to stay alive this time.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 22:51:52 GMT -5
Mikka gave an airy laugh. "If I said you did I would be a complete hypocrite." Once her chuckles died down she added, "Unless, of course, if it was unnessacary." Or more importantly female. Mikka didn't care much if a man lost Hi's life at another's hands, but she truly could not stand any sort of violence against women... And children too, she supposed. It was no mystery why; she'd nearly been raped as a young girl. However, the two perpetrators had promptly had their heads bashed in with a pipe. Mikka didn't think of it as murder but rather, poetic justice. That's how she thought of anyone whose face she had smashed in.
Breaking away from her thoughts, the Russian shrugged again. "As long as they deserved it I won't coun it as a strike against you. Killing people doesn't make you special. Plenty of people have done it." Especially where she had lived before this city. You had to be one tough cookie to survive there.
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 23:08:31 GMT -5
Karter snorted. "I don't discriminate. They touch Theo and I BREAK them. No exceptions." He doubted that this woman, only knowing HIM and not his other half, would have any idea who Theo was. And that was just fine with him.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 23:21:32 GMT -5
Mikka's eyebrows rose with interest. Theo? So Karter was protective over this Theo? "How sweet. It's like a mother bear protecting her cub. Perhaps I should call you medvedista instead." Ah, but Krollik sounded so much cuter. That nickname was going to stay. "I haven't had any singular person to protect in a very long time. I guess pummeling disgusting pigs is a service to women in general, but..." She used her crowbar to scratch the back of head awkwardly. "Never mind."
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Post by Theo Anson on Jan 21, 2012 23:43:15 GMT -5
As out of it as he was, he still managed to pick up on something. "'In a very long time'? So you DID at one point." He stumbled along with Mikka, not even looking at her as he asked his question. After all, he was pretty sure if he stopped looking at where his feet were going, he'd trip.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Jan 21, 2012 23:58:58 GMT -5
"Hasn't everybody?" Mikka brushed off the question as nonchalantly as possible. "Whether they know it or not, everyone has something worth protecting." Her grey eyes wandered skyward. Would it snow, she wondered. The Ookami hoped so. It had been so long since she had seen snow. "I may seem, how you say, "socially awkward," but I do enjoy company." She closed her eyes briefly, banishing a fe stray memories from her head with a grimace. "Sadly, company doesn't seem to be fond of me." A person could have interperated Mikka's words as lonely, but the Russian would quickly disagree. She was self-sufficient. She didn't need anyone (althogh a friend every once in a while would be nice), and it seemed no one needed her. It was a simple statement of fact.
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