Erin Madigan: "Yes she did. I am kinda
stuck here in town for a bit and just got done eating, so I thought I'd see if
you were here," she pops another slice of orange into her mouth, motioning in an
offer of one to him from the bag of them.
J.T. Sincaid: Don't forget modest Merc,
you're -very- modest.
Surly: *rolls her eyes to Merc* fine,
whatever. *smirks* just don't forget. *a sudden blink* by the way--i am a good
student. there's only one Master in the ring, so when you're teaching, you're
the boss.
Sadie Blackfoot: "No, I'm not the type,"
she says flatly, leaving it at that.
Olivia Boehm: Yeah, Merc. Totally modest.
Show him what you showed me. *Laughing, the sound cut off when she winces again*
Ouch.
Mercury: J.T.: A faint smile, but he saw
how hard Olivia hit the ground, and is admittedly a little shaken as he realizes
she hasn't changed yet and he could have killed her. He nods to Surly. "I
understand. When training, and learning, I also become very focused. I learned
that kind of discipline when I was fencing. It's essential."
Sadie Blackfoot: "Although..." she
practically drawls. "I have a new job too, at a strip joint." *G*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He smiles at her and takes the orange
slice.* Thanks. *He pops it in his mouth.* Anyways, you make stuff right? Ya
think ya can teach me or something? I guess I have ta make something and all I
know what ta make is songs and top raman.
Mercury: Olivia: "You're not exactly in
shape for strip joints and bad-vibe gas stations."
Surly: *eyes Sadie* serving drinks or
hostessing? *brow arching. nods to Merc* yeah, i know. spars and teaching,
though, you usually can commit all your focus onto your opponent, or teacher. in
a real fight, you've got to keep that same focus, but also become hyper-aware of
the surroundings, in case your playmate brought some shy buddies just waiting
for you to get distracted. that's half the fun, sometimes.
Olivia Boehm: I'll be fine. Really.
*Though she's not nearly as energetic as she was*
Erin Madigan: "Well, I first came to
apologize to you for the night. Where you almost got shot. I didn't realize what
the moon was. I was kinda being an airhead.....some personal stuff. But I'll be
more careful next time," she starts out. Then a nod about making things. "Yes, I
make horsehoes, as well as swords and knives."
Sadie Blackfoot: Surly isn't taking the
bait. She's getting to know her too damned well. "Yes," she admits.
Surly: *eyes Livvy* you're an idiot. a
cracked rib can break entirely. and then a wrong move, just one, and you've got
a hole in your lung. that'll kill you fairly quick, probably before anyone can
do that werid shit and fix you up. *shakes her head* did i NOT just say that?
the "bone shard in lung is bad idea" bit?
Olivia Boehm: *She looks at Surly, eyes
narrowed* Then I'll find somebody to zap me, and I'll be fine. Who the fuck are
you, anyway?
Mercury: Surly: "Exactly." He nods. "I
think you're exactly the teacher I need." He cracks a grin. "Did I tell you
about the time I slammed my fist through the rear window of a pick-up truck as
it was driving away, grabbed the Wyrm thing driving it and pulled him out
through the shattered window, then beat him to death? It was *beautiful*."
Surly: *smirks to Sadie* both? drinks and
hostessing? *wrinkles her nose* i'd get arrested too damn quick in that kind of
job. because some drunk retard would cop a feel, and i'd kill him.
J.T. Sincaid: *he nods when Surly speaks to
Livvy* Yeah, you definately should get that looked at Liv...altough there isn't
really much a doctor can do besides tape you up. *he shakes his head* I can
almost garuntee you don't have insurance either.
Olivia Boehm: *Looking at Merc with an
expression of pure jealousy, leaning into JT again*
Mercury: Olivia: "Listen to her, Livvy.
She knows her shit. You need to get taped up. She's not flipping you shit
without reason."
Aerin Thomas: Into the Sept he travels,
staff tapping on the ground as he walks. He's got a moderately plaintive look on
his face, the kind you might have with a dull headache or something like
that...but then again, the man's always got a lot on his mind. He looks a little
tired, as he walks along in the usual get-up...red lace-up shirt, black jeans,
Docs, and the leather trench. ((PM for DD, if anyone needs it; PB 3))
Surly: *smirks to Livvy* Schulyer. call me
Surly--it fits better. and hurry up and get "zapped" so we can square off.
*blinks at Merc* no way! really? *an evil grin* damn, i'd've liked to have been
there. *eyes lighting up*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He pauses for a moment.* Ya where there?
Whatcha do? Sorry, I was a little to preocipide with the gun that was pressed to
my thigh.
Sadie Blackfoot: "Most likely I'll be
filling in where ever needed, at the bar, tables, washing dishes." Shrugs. "Just
got the job yesterday."
J.T. Sincaid: Did I tell you guys about the
time I drank 10 beers and had 8 shots without puking? *he chimes in trying to
lighten the mood*
Olivia Boehm: That's why I asked you if
you could tape me up, genius. *Elbowing JT*
Mercury: He nods to Aerin. "Yo."
Mercury: J.T.: "I could outdrink you, you
know, if I could time it for when Rei's out of town."
Surly: *nods to Sadie* anyone cops a feel too
hard, remember his face. we'll look him up when he gets out of the hospital and
i'll show you a few special tricks. *as an afterthought* make sure you get some
latex gloves that fit properly. *eyes JT with an unpleasant grin* did i tell you
about the time i knocked a man down and squashed his testicles flat with his own
foot?
Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Mercury as he
nods, and gives him a small smile. "Hey, Mercury. S'up?"
Sadie Blackfoot:
d10: per + alert: 2,3,9,6,8,
Erin Madigan: "I was the one who asked
nicely for Jaime not to shoot you. Apparently that set him off....in my mind
because that's when all hell broke loose. So that was my fault."
J.T. Sincaid: Well let me know when you're
off your leash Merc, we'll test that out *ooooh burn! He does take a step
backwards though, he's just being playful but Mercury is an ahroun afterall*
Surly: *glowers at Aerin and calmly flips him
off* you need a decent couple of meals high in vitamins. try a good spinach
salad sometime.
Sadie Blackfoot: Smiles darkly at Surly.
"I'll do that." Looks to the familiar voice of Aerin. "Good evening, Mr.
Thomas."
Olivia Boehm: I like you! *Beaming at
Surly again*
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, Surly. That's exactly
what I need." A roll of the eyes, and he nods to her. "Hey." Sadie gets a nod as
well.
Mercury: Aerin: "Just jawing with the
peeps. Good to see you." Malevolent smirk at J.T. and he crooks a finger. "C'mere,
J.T," he croons, "and let me punch YOU in the stomach and see if you fare better
than Livvy."
Surly: *gives Sadie a wide, wickedly vicious
grin, eyes lighting up again* good....
Mercury: Olivia: "That will pass," he
says dryly.
Aerin Thomas: "Evening, Sadie. How are
you?"
Sadie Blackfoot: Surly> "If they pay with
credit cards we can make a house call." *smiles sweetly, yeah, she'd look up
addresses*
Olivia Boehm: *Starting to laugh again,
and again stopping when it hurts* Goddamnit. Really. Is there a med kit or
something?
Sadie Blackfoot: Aerin> "I'm well, you?"
Surly: *almost a look of alarm on her face,
glancing to Livvy* you aren't going to hug me or any of that shit, are you? the
only touchy-feely i get into is when i can hurt something....*glares at Merc*
oh, HELL no, you don't! you got the first one. it's my turn to hit someone now!
Mercury: Aerin: "Can you heal? Livvy's
ribs got in the way of my fist. I swear, she *asked* me to do it!"
Aerin Thomas: A look up as Olivia calls
for a medkit. "Someone hurt?"
Sadie Blackfoot: Aerin> Gestures to Livvy.
J.T. Sincaid: *he looks down at himself and
then lifts up his shirt a bit* If you break my ribs....how am I supposed to do
the laundry? *he's fairly well built his stomach is flat but by no means is it a
washboard, he's just being goofily vain*
Surly: *cracks her knuckles, with a nod to
Sadie* i knew you were gonna be a good student. *all but purrs at the thought of
getting to really hurt someone....and teach in the process!* Aerin, the chick
with the crazy hat got her ribs cracked.
Aerin Thomas: ((Puts my post before Merc's))
"Sure can." He makes his way to Olivia, giving her a hint of a friendly smile.
"Let's see."
Mercury: J.T.: "Well," he drawls, "you
have a choice. Do you want me to test your stomach muscles, or Surly?"
J.T. Sincaid: MEDIC! *he shouts randomly as
if he's on a World War II battlefield trying to shout over the thundering of
bombs and gunfire*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He puases a long moment.* Oh...well it
doesnt matter anymore so let not think about alrigh'?
Aerin Thomas: A wince, as J.T. shouts.
"Could you not...do that, please?"
Surly: *grins to JT* come on, pick one. i'll
even take off my rings. *waggles her fingers, the silver gleaming dully*
Amy Silverthorne: *The slender redhead
makes her way in, whistling blithely*
Erin Madigan: She nods as she swallows
another piece of orange. "I at least owed you an apology for what I did. You are
interested in learning how to craft something?" she quickly changes the topics.
J.T. Sincaid: If you wanna punch me go
ahead. *he grins a bit, although it's because he knows that he can just shift
after he's battered*
Olivia Boehm: You don't do the laundry. I
do.
Amy Silverthorne: [Bad mouse! *Smacks the
color back in*]
Sadie Blackfoot: Moves to the side, giving
Surly plenty of room to step into a solid punch.
Surly: *eyes Merc* my turn. *eyes
narrowing. and pulling off her rings*
J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs when Aerin winces*
Sorry *he laughs quietly again*
Mercury: Finally notices Erin and grins,
waving at her. "Yo, Erin. When did you come in?"
Olivia Boehm: Hi. *Giving Aerin a bright
smile, lifiting up her shirt again to show the large, rapidly colouring bruise*
Two broken, and at least one more cracked. *Perhaps she's done this before*
Aerin Thomas: Yeah. People's pain is
funny. He shoots J.T. a glare and looks back to Olivia, waiting for her to
expose her ribs so he can heal them.
Surly: *steps in front of JT. rolls her
shoulders, eyes picking out just where she'd like to punch. takes aim, and does
so*
Surly:
d10: dex/brawl: 5,3,5,4,8,6,7,3,
Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan shurges his shoulders again.* Eh its
cool. Yeah I was told that I need ta craft something like a weapon or at...ummm
torc? and sacurfice it.
Amy Silverthorne: *Woft-whistles at Olivia*
'Zit just me or is someone always injured when I come around?
Surly: *smirks* you're a shrimpy guy. i pulled
it some. want another?
Aerin Thomas: A hand comes to rest gently
on the woman's ribs, and he shuts his eyes, focusing.
J.T. Sincaid: *he braces himself, hmm luckily
he's already made himself look the fool so getting knocked down can't make
things any worse*
Surly:
d10: dmg: 2,9,9,3,4,
Aerin Thomas:
d10: Mothers Touch (WP): 4,8,4,2,10,9,
J.T. Sincaid: Thank you ma'am may I have
another! *he says a bit loudly although without shouting since Aerin seems to
have sensitive ears*
J.T. Sincaid:
d10: soak: 3,1,2,
J.T. Sincaid: (lol great roll)
Sadie Blackfoot: Quietly watches the only
slightly controlled mayhem that seems to erupt whenever three or more people
show up in the sept.
J.T. Sincaid: *the punch does damage but it
most certainly doesn't flatten him. He stands ready for another, but perhaps
he's pushing his luck*
Surly: sure can! *she almost sounds cheerful.
and punches him again*
Aerin Thomas: He vaguely considers dishing
out a little injury, now that he's healed some. It would keep things balanced.
His hand moves away from now-whole ribs, and he gives Olivia a weak smile.
"There you go. All patched up."
Amy Silverthorne: *Her green eye sqints,
hearing a fist go "thud" into someone* ...Must be a special occasion...
Ass-Beating eve or something...
Surly:
d10: d/b: 4,7,6,6,7,3,7,4,
Surly:
d10: dmg: 6,8,2,6,8,7,9,
J.T. Sincaid: (oh this is gonna hurt haha)
Olivia Boehm: Amy> You should come around
more. *Watching JT*
J.T. Sincaid:
d10: Soak: 10,7,
Erin Madigan: She smiles. "I could try and
help you with that," then a bigger grin as she remembers what he's referring to.
"But you'll have to do most of the work on it. We just have to find me a forge
and once I get a little more money, we can get the supplies for it."
Mercury: "Thanks, Aerin. Good work." Grins
at Olivia.
Olivia Boehm: Thanks. Pay you back how?
*Another bright smile, some of her energy returning*
Surly: had enough? *grinning widely, hard eyes
gleaming wickedly*
J.T. Sincaid: ooooooff! *he staggers back
with the second blast, this one catching him most cleanly. He ends up about 3
yards back from the impact and on his rear end. He makes an odd face closing one
eye and blinking with the other* Good shot...*he says as if he's forcing the
words out with an exhale of air as well*
Amy Silverthorne: Olivia: I could just hire a
guy to come and hit you with a baseball bat every morning. Sames my shoes wear
and tear. Is ten-thirty good?
Aerin Thomas: "Payback's unnecessary. I
work pro bono." He nods to her, then Mercury, and looks back to J.T. as the man
gets pummeled by Surly. A touch of a grin comes to his face.
Sadie Blackfoot: *That looked like it
hurt. She's been on Surly's receiving side. The woman hits hard even when she's
holding back.*
Olivia Boehm: Daaaaamn.... Nice! *Grinning
back at Mercury as she applauds Surly*
Ewan O'Mailly: *He shakes his head.* I much rather do it
myself, I got a year ta do it in, but if ya can teach me how to that'll be
really cool.
J.T. Sincaid: *he shakes his head a bit and
summons his inner strength to shift forms, he remains seated but he grows into
Glabo his dedicated items shifting in size with him* I think I'll pass on
another shot...less we're talking Jack Daniels, then I'm down
Mercury: He smirks at J.T. "Tsk."
Sadie Blackfoot: Idly wonders if they'll
all compare dick sizes after they're through beating up on each other. Puts her
money on Surly for having the biggest balls.
Surly: *almost looks happy. for about two
seconds* that was amusing. i feel better now. *eyes Livvy, then Aerin* he always
does good work. *to Aerin* you still need a few good meals.
J.T. Sincaid: *after a moment or two of
sitting he rises to one knee. After another few moments he stands once more and
stretches as his injuries neatly knit themselves. Ah the magic of being
true-born, tis nice. He wears an amused grin through it all, clearly the
physical pain did not dampen his jovial mood*
Aerin Thomas: "Oh. Yeah. So hi." He looks
back to Olivia. "Aerin Dream Thomas. Fostern Philodox of the Children of Gaia,
Sept of Gaia's Hand."
Olivia Boehm: Ten thirty is a little
early.
Surly: ((*L@Sadie*)) *smirks* cheater. you
should've at least kept the bruise as long as she had cracked ribs.
Aerin Thomas: He looks over at Surly, and
shakes his head. "No, trust me. I don't have nutrient deficiencies...my mate
feeds me quite well. It's more...environmental."
Amy Silverthorne: Olivia: Early bird gets
the shit beatten out of it, you know. *A big grin*
J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs at Mercury* Yeah,
like in a real fight you're ever like "I want you to hit me as hard as you can"
*he does a fairly good Brad Pitt impression from Fight Club* (that was just for
you Uktena!)
Olivia Boehm: You okay Tiger? *Watching JT
a second longer, before her attention turns back to Aerin with an almost
assulting bright smile* HI! I'm Livvy. *Thrusting her hand at him*
Erin Madigan: "I would like to do that. If
you've got the time then, I'm sure I'll be able to get a forge and can teach
you."
Dominic Vinitolli: **Dominic janders down
the path. Hands tucked in his pockets. His jean jacket is undone and a
conspicuous addition to his wardrobe this evening is a belt buckle that bears a
fresh bunch of mistletoe attached to it.**
Sadie Blackfoot: ((Loved Fight Club!))
J.T. Sincaid: Yeah I'm fine. *he smiles a bit
at Olivia as he shifts back down into his birth form, his glabro bulk melting
away as quickly as it appeared*
Surly: *scratches her head and frowns as a
braid comes into view* then maybe you need one of those shakes or something.
*shrugs* if it's a hittable part of the environment, lemme know.
Aerin Thomas: (("God, I haven't been
fucked like that since grade school." Best movie quote EVAR.)) He takes the
offered hand and shakes it. "A pleasure."
Ewan O'Mailly: *He shurges his shoulders at her again.*
I's got the time, not really going anywhere. I wished I could help ya with
money, but I kinda only a kid.
Mercury: He shrugs. "I can take it. And
Surly's right." He grins. "Livvy had the bruises a lot longer."
Aerin Thomas: "If only," he says to Surly.
Surly: ((*L* haven't looked at handmade soap
quite the same way since....))
Erin Madigan: ((Yes, I did see that
movie...despite Brad being in it *grin*))
Mercury: ((*L* Classic movie.))
Sadie Blackfoot: Puts a hand up so Aerin
can't read her lips and mouths "worms" to Surly, with a grin.
Olivia Boehm: Bruises are a badge of
honor, you! *Pointing at Merc*
Aerin Thomas: ((Although the ORIGINAL line
that went there was even better. ANYWAY!))
Erin Madigan: "Oh, I'm getting by. And I
should have more money in like a month or so at this rate." She looks back to
where they had been. "Think they are still alive?"
Surly: you think you can take it, Merc. heh.
*wrinkles her nose at Aerin* i hate pissy shit i can't beat the crap out of. *awwwww--look!
it's Surly's soft and sympathetic side! it must've escaped the chain for a
moment*
Olivia Boehm: ((I ~make~ homemade
soap... *L* and i don't look at it the same either.))
J.T. Sincaid: Hey I'm the type of guy who
works my advantages...it's why I'm so successful with the ladies! *he says with
a laugh and a grin in Mercury's direction, his goofily vain demeanor remains
well intact*
Amy Silverthorne: *Thunks down wherever looks
comfy to watch the riotous masses*
Sadie Blackfoot: ((Oh my god, the fat
collection scene almost made me puke. *L*))
J.T. Sincaid: (I made Aspirin in Chem
lab...it tasted real bad though)
Olivia Boehm: See? You cheat. *Making a
face at JT*
Surly: *blinks at Saide. and laughs. an actual
laugh.*
J.T. Sincaid: *he just laughs a bit at Livvy,
the one thing he doesn't tease her about is her not being able to shift forms*
Dominic Vinitolli: **he checks out the
populace and drops a Han Solo smile bomb on the group at large.**
Aerin Thomas: Sadly, 'worms' mouthed tends
to leave the 's' off, hard to make out as the enunciation is, and so the comment
gets a furrowed brow and a concerned look directed Surly's way.
Mercury: J.T.: "Successful? You?" Wider
grin.
Sadie Blackfoot: Dons an innocent
expression.
Surly: ((*giggles* um...Livvy-p? you don't
live near any clinics where they do lipo, do you?))
Mercury: Looks to the new arrival,
Dominic, with a wolfish grin and a nod."
Sadie Blackfoot: ((She didn't say it
aloud, just mouthed it.))
Surly: *waves at Aerin. grinning. she's
actually stunning when she's really smiling. as opposed to a smirk or that
maniacal "ass-kicking" grin she gets on occasion*
Olivia Boehm: *She grins at Dominic,
waving at him* Hey trouble.
J.T. Sincaid: Mercury: Are you kidding? Have
you seen this hair? *he runs two hands through it to fluff it up even more* It
gets me spotted...and the ladies like what they see. *he laughs again, he's
clearly joking but it's not all in jest, he knows he ain't ugly*
Olivia Boehm: ((no, of course not. *looks
all innocent*))
Aerin Thomas: ((And I have to leave
unexpectedly early, so Aerin just kind of wanders off. See you guys!))