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There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

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They're so abundant you can't throw a stone without hitting one.

[...uh oh. He clears his throat a bit awkwardly.]

After I struck the doorknob with my face, I... may have... fallen onto my back.

[For the moment, he's forgotten that two of the lines of red stitches have also dissolved.]

Edited 2012-10-31 03:54 (UTC)

Oh I don't know Loki. I can throw a stone quite far.

[Working with Gambit made that much easy-

...

She blinks a moment, starts, and stares at him.]

And you did not mention this sooner? The worst of-

You.

You're an idiot.

[He gives her the most haughty look he can manage.]

After having been savaged by a doorknob, it seemed the least of my concerns. It hurt ceaselessly already.

All the men in my life are Idiots. Even when they are gods.

[She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.]

Turn around, then. Let me see what mess that knob has made of your rear.

I have allowed no knobs even close to my rear, thank you.

[Have a nasty look. He doesn't like being called an idiot. At all.

But he does turn around. Even if he had the magic necessary for a good smiting, he needs her to change his bandages first.]

Rear, back, the opposite side of you, etc. English is not my favorite language for all the semantics.

[She waved a hand vaguely and offers Loki the blankest face to his nasty look. Six older sisters. He will never be as bitchy as they were. It's a slim pair of scissors she uses to cut and unravel the fabric from his back, frowning at the bruising she sees there.]

...how badly did this knob ravage you? Was it just the once or repeated?

Only once, if quite definitively. I'm afraid I fell rather heavily.

Edited 2012-10-31 04:24 (UTC)

It's more difficult to take a punch when you're on our level, I suppose.

[You only fell if you weren't braced and ready to roll with it.]

It is... very different. For many reasons.

Normally, I feel attacks.

Edited 2012-10-31 04:27 (UTC)

Preemptively, as to avoid them or...?

[She has the bulk of the outermost layer cut off and unwound, now. The rest seemed a slightly damp mess over the lines she knew to have wounds. Fantastic.]

Yes. I can... I feel them coming. I can snatch an arrow from the air. [Clint Barton knows this first person.]

[He is trembling slightly with tension, even as his voice is calm. He doesn't like this. It's more pain than he's used to, and he feels horribly vulnerable.]

That's useful. [She murmurs with a faint laugh.] Were I so skilled it would have saved me a great deal of trouble.

[For a moment she's not entirely certain what to do. Loki doesn't trust, and he certainly has no reason to do so. Her word is worth precious little to those that don't care for it. But it's all she has. Adele rests a hand against his shoulder for a second- a brief brush of unnecessary contact. Light, but present for a heartbeat, then gone. Much like how she treats Helios.]

You know I won't hurt you.

'tis a useful skill indeed.

[His shoulder twitches under that touch.]

Of course.

So long as you are a patient of mine, you'll not come to harm should I be able to help it. I gave my word. I keep my word once given. I know you remember this.

[It bore repeating, even if she doesn't expect him to ever believe her. Were she him- well. She'd be mad ages ago, but she certainly wouldn't trust anyone.]

Besides. I am not in the habit of hurting people who's company I have come to, in some strange perverse way, enjoy.

Of course.

[He snorts, lips twisting.]

Masochism is an unhealthy thing, I've heard.

It makes things interesting in the bedroom- though most often I'm the one distributing pain rather than simmering in it.

[Bruising, the stitches hadn't torn or popped, no, that would be useful. The skin gave instead, the neat little punctures gone ragged where they'd pulled too much from the landing. Merde.]

I will take your word on that.

It is not as though I will be making much use of it in the future.

[None of the tears looked inflamed- but he was like her, now, and working with infectious samples. Better to play it safe. She daubs a bit of antiseptic cream on a bit of gauze and goes over the most angry of his cuts.]

[He fights to hold still. It's even less pleasant, now.]

Ah yes. Vow of celibacy. My condolences.

[She does what she can to make it easy for him, but there's not much she can do. Pain is pain.]

It wasn't a problem until you left that...impression. I can handle myself well enough but having several thousand years worth of sexual frustration poured into my head did not help matters.

[Loki snorts. Sexual frustration? Well that's unkind. It isn't as if he's inexperienced or some sort of monk.]

Rude. And untrue.

I'd suggest you engage the services of a whore, only that seems lacking around here.

You do not know me well, you're always a bit of a dick and you are in pain you are not accustomed to enduring, so I will let that suggestion go this once.

[She pulls her hands away from her work so she doesn't apply too much pressure out of vindictive irritation.]

But I will thank you not to infer I ought to be unfaithful in the future.

Place blame upon me and you'll get my suggested solutions. [He definitely sounds snappy.]

I'd gladly infer quite a bit more but I don't care to be savaged by a doorknob again.

You're almost as catty as my sister in law. Not quite, but almost.

[She walks around to offer him a quirked brow.]

There are no doorknobs in here that would savage you. No matter what you might say or infer, how you infuriate or insult me, I keep my word once it is given. You don't think much of humanity, and honestly I cannot blame you for it. But this is constant. After you're out of my care and no longer my patient? I don't know. You are not my problem then. But while you are under my hands, you are as safe as I can make you.

Now quit your godly bitching and sit still so I can finish this.

[He rolls his eyes.]

You are the one who started us down this conversational path. I'm more than happy to leave my private life undisclosed.

[But he is holding still.]