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come bring me some ice.
[ because that would work. she's totally the type to come right over with an ice packet and bucket loads of concern. ]
someone brained me with a fucking piece of my bed. who the hell does that?
[ because that would work. she's totally the type to come right over with an ice packet and bucket loads of concern. ]
someone brained me with a fucking piece of my bed. who the hell does that?
Edited (i'm such an idiot lmfao) 2019-05-14 12:40 (UTC)
i got fucking attacked while i was sleeping..
[ wasn't even his fault this time, laura!!! he was the innocent and wronged party. ]
some bar.
the bartender was nice enough to give me a drink and i had to get out of the fucking safehouse.
[ because who the fuck knows who would show up next. ]
[ wasn't even his fault this time, laura!!! he was the innocent and wronged party. ]
some bar.
the bartender was nice enough to give me a drink and i had to get out of the fucking safehouse.
[ because who the fuck knows who would show up next. ]
[ a pause - no, she's not his on call private nursemaid... and a heavy sigh.
fine.
there's no message back, but she happens to already be out and about, so in approximately twenty minutes there's a small woman pestering the barkeep for some ice wrapped in a rag (sorry, kovacs). once she's got it she's casting about to find him before stamping over to the booth he's sloped off to.
the icetowel goes thrust out in offering. ]
Here.
fine.
there's no message back, but she happens to already be out and about, so in approximately twenty minutes there's a small woman pestering the barkeep for some ice wrapped in a rag (sorry, kovacs). once she's got it she's casting about to find him before stamping over to the booth he's sloped off to.
the icetowel goes thrust out in offering. ]
Here.
[ does he expect her to show up? not really. is he surprised when she does. very much fucking so. is he grateful for the ice? hell yeah. he takes it with a grunted thank you and presses it against the back of his head where dried blood and his hair have made a nice little knot. ]
Thanks.
[ see, he was grateful. ]
Least my pretty face is still intact, right?
[ that and his winning smile. ]
Thanks.
[ see, he was grateful. ]
Least my pretty face is still intact, right?
[ that and his winning smile. ]
[ jesus. someone really got him, huh. but she really isn't a nurse, so when she leans to inspect what she can see of the mess made of the back of his head around the ice, all she can do is wince.
his comment goes ignored in favor of sprinting right down curiosity lane. ]
A piece of your bed.
[ what the fuck... explain ]
his comment goes ignored in favor of sprinting right down curiosity lane. ]
A piece of your bed.
[ what the fuck... explain ]
I got attacked while I was fucking sleeping.
[ cheap fucking shit right there. ]
And she didn't particularly like when I used this stupid fucking city given ability to make her get the hell off me. So, she used what she can do and pulled apart my bed and hit me with it.
[ not before he'd shown her what he could do, though. he can definitely remember her face when he'd touched her. ]
And then left me there. So rude.
[ cheap fucking shit right there. ]
And she didn't particularly like when I used this stupid fucking city given ability to make her get the hell off me. So, she used what she can do and pulled apart my bed and hit me with it.
[ not before he'd shown her what he could do, though. he can definitely remember her face when he'd touched her. ]
And then left me there. So rude.
[ Laura's stares down, listening, leaning on the table with folded knuckles, expression a not-quite neutral curl of her lip... ]
Jesus. Can you not at least have a normal fight?
[ she pulled the bed apart with her power? call it hypocritical, but Laura's sick to shit of super strength, de-bedding, her own bullshit power. if you're going to beat each other up, just beat each other up. fuck.
rounding the table, she dumps herself opposite him into the booth. ]
What's yours? She pulled the bed apart, what did you do?
Jesus. Can you not at least have a normal fight?
[ she pulled the bed apart with her power? call it hypocritical, but Laura's sick to shit of super strength, de-bedding, her own bullshit power. if you're going to beat each other up, just beat each other up. fuck.
rounding the table, she dumps herself opposite him into the booth. ]
What's yours? She pulled the bed apart, what did you do?
Normal's fucking boring, I guess.
[ he hadn't even been looking for this fight! he'd been asleep. snoozing. trying to get over a hangover and all the sudden there was some tiny woman dragging him out of bed. ]
Drained her energy.
[ that's not exactly it but it's hard to describe. ] Fuck, just — I'll show you.
[ when the bartender passes by next, kovacs stops him and offers him some money to let him demonstrate. the bartender doesn't exactly know what he's getting into but kovacs promises he won't be harmed.
of course, he grabs a fork and stabs him in the palm with it, twisting a bit and listening the bartender gasp and whine. he removes the utensil quickly and then grabs his wrist, squeezing and feeling the energy and strength from the wound seep into his own body. the blood and punctures disappear from the man's hand and then he drops, exhausted.
kovacs, however, is stronger and illustrates that by banging a fist against the counter top and smashing it just the slightest bit. ]
Good?
[ he hadn't even been looking for this fight! he'd been asleep. snoozing. trying to get over a hangover and all the sudden there was some tiny woman dragging him out of bed. ]
Drained her energy.
[ that's not exactly it but it's hard to describe. ] Fuck, just — I'll show you.
[ when the bartender passes by next, kovacs stops him and offers him some money to let him demonstrate. the bartender doesn't exactly know what he's getting into but kovacs promises he won't be harmed.
of course, he grabs a fork and stabs him in the palm with it, twisting a bit and listening the bartender gasp and whine. he removes the utensil quickly and then grabs his wrist, squeezing and feeling the energy and strength from the wound seep into his own body. the blood and punctures disappear from the man's hand and then he drops, exhausted.
kovacs, however, is stronger and illustrates that by banging a fist against the counter top and smashing it just the slightest bit. ]
Good?
[ watch your thought-mouth about tiny women.
drained her energy. a little vague, but Laura quirks a brow as he calls in an assistant in the form of the barman, has a brief exchange, and—
she gasps as he does. she's no stranger to violence, usually violence much worse than this, but the shock factor... there's just something about a hand impaled with a fork that's always going to echo across into your own palm and leave you squirming. there's a twist, a release, and then she's watching as the wound disappears before her eyes.
the man slumps. Kovacs slams the counter and it splinters a little under his fist. Laura stares at the table, up at Kovacs, down at the bartender. ]
What the fuck? [ hissed and frantic. it's not at the display, not really. his power's - fucking weird, but also insanely useful.
but the delivery? here, of all places? sure, the joint isn't heaving, but you can't just stab and heal a person in the middle of a bar.
getting up, Laura reaches out across the table to clasp fingers in a vice around his wrist, paying no mind to the bond that blooms open and gives him all of her surprise, her satisfaction (he's going to be good to have around, that's for sure), her frustration, her haste, the border of fury. ] What the fuck!
[ but there's a loose end. the bartender, groggy but hardly an amnesiac. not releasing Kovacs' wrist, he can lean to accommodate her or not - she'll let go if she has to in order to get this done - she crouches next to the wounded n-wounded man, smile wide and unnerving. ]
Hi. Did he pay you well? I hope so. That was a fee for your silence. Because if I hear one fucking word about this from anyone, anyone, we'll be back. And you think he looks scary?
[ smile stretching wider, Laura reaches up to hook her finger into the neckline of her shirt, dragging it lower until the autopsy scars meeting at her sternum are on clear show. when she's sure that they've been seen, she releases her shirt and pats him square on the cheek. ]
Be good, okay?
[ and with that she's up, either re-grabbing or pulling hard on Kovacs' wrist as she makes a beeline for the door. ]
drained her energy. a little vague, but Laura quirks a brow as he calls in an assistant in the form of the barman, has a brief exchange, and—
she gasps as he does. she's no stranger to violence, usually violence much worse than this, but the shock factor... there's just something about a hand impaled with a fork that's always going to echo across into your own palm and leave you squirming. there's a twist, a release, and then she's watching as the wound disappears before her eyes.
the man slumps. Kovacs slams the counter and it splinters a little under his fist. Laura stares at the table, up at Kovacs, down at the bartender. ]
What the fuck? [ hissed and frantic. it's not at the display, not really. his power's - fucking weird, but also insanely useful.
but the delivery? here, of all places? sure, the joint isn't heaving, but you can't just stab and heal a person in the middle of a bar.
getting up, Laura reaches out across the table to clasp fingers in a vice around his wrist, paying no mind to the bond that blooms open and gives him all of her surprise, her satisfaction (he's going to be good to have around, that's for sure), her frustration, her haste, the border of fury. ] What the fuck!
[ but there's a loose end. the bartender, groggy but hardly an amnesiac. not releasing Kovacs' wrist, he can lean to accommodate her or not - she'll let go if she has to in order to get this done - she crouches next to the wounded n-wounded man, smile wide and unnerving. ]
Hi. Did he pay you well? I hope so. That was a fee for your silence. Because if I hear one fucking word about this from anyone, anyone, we'll be back. And you think he looks scary?
[ smile stretching wider, Laura reaches up to hook her finger into the neckline of her shirt, dragging it lower until the autopsy scars meeting at her sternum are on clear show. when she's sure that they've been seen, she releases her shirt and pats him square on the cheek. ]
Be good, okay?
[ and with that she's up, either re-grabbing or pulling hard on Kovacs' wrist as she makes a beeline for the door. ]
[ there's some morbid satisfaction that comes with surprising her in such a way. he's never cared about decorum or hiding especially after all this this time so hearing her gasp and then watching her try and cover up what he's just done is kind of funny.
he doesn't laugh because he doesn't want someone else to hit him in the head today but he's amused and that might come across the bond as well. if she feels it, she feels it. he, at least, doesn't try and shake himself loose, watching her pay off the bartender and then stumbling to his feet while she drags him out. ]
I can fucking walk, you know.
[ he has to say something, though. women have been dragging him here and there and everywhere for awhile now and while he doesn't mind in this instance, he has to put up some resistance. ]
I'm gonna remember that you flashed that idiot. [ in her own laura way, of course. ] Hot.
[ he doesn't know when to shut up. ]
he doesn't laugh because he doesn't want someone else to hit him in the head today but he's amused and that might come across the bond as well. if she feels it, she feels it. he, at least, doesn't try and shake himself loose, watching her pay off the bartender and then stumbling to his feet while she drags him out. ]
I can fucking walk, you know.
[ he has to say something, though. women have been dragging him here and there and everywhere for awhile now and while he doesn't mind in this instance, he has to put up some resistance. ]
I'm gonna remember that you flashed that idiot. [ in her own laura way, of course. ] Hot.
[ he doesn't know when to shut up. ]
Edited 2019-05-21 15:08 (UTC)
[ it's instinct that turns her around and throws the punch. once upon that punch could've thrown him back into the wall of the bar they've just left, maybe even through it...
now all it does as she connects with his torso (or his hand if he spots the swing and goes to stop her) is raise a loud crunch from the knuckles of her fist, her form never having been excellent and her body never really trained for strength. she swears, loud, and cradles her hand to her for the few seconds it takes before the glow of her chest shows through the fabric of her shirt and the pain starts to ebb.
they don't have time for more fuck ups. she's back to snarling at him before he has a chance to complain or to laugh at her. ]
What the fuck do you think you were doing?
now all it does as she connects with his torso (or his hand if he spots the swing and goes to stop her) is raise a loud crunch from the knuckles of her fist, her form never having been excellent and her body never really trained for strength. she swears, loud, and cradles her hand to her for the few seconds it takes before the glow of her chest shows through the fabric of her shirt and the pain starts to ebb.
they don't have time for more fuck ups. she's back to snarling at him before he has a chance to complain or to laugh at her. ]
What the fuck do you think you were doing?
Goddammit! [ he expects some reprisal, sure, but maybe not that. she fucking knocks the wind right out of him and he doubles over, holding his stomach and coughing a few times before glaring in her direction. she's cradling her hand like she hurt herself and fucking good. ]
Making friends.
[ was he not supposed to do that? oh well. it was done. ]
Would you have preferred I'd stabbed you with a fork to show you what I could do?
[ kovacs seriously doubts that. ] You wanted to know what I could do and I fucking showed you.
Making friends.
[ was he not supposed to do that? oh well. it was done. ]
Would you have preferred I'd stabbed you with a fork to show you what I could do?
[ kovacs seriously doubts that. ] You wanted to know what I could do and I fucking showed you.
[ good. suffer. fuck you. Laura straightens up, shaking her hand out (that's almost definitely not good for it but the pain's a dull ache with the help of her power so whatever) and gritting her teeth in mild disgust. ]
Yeah, you showed me! Right in the middle of a bar with the hand of a guy who's going to start running his mouth. You ever want to get out of here, asshole?
Yeah, you showed me! Right in the middle of a bar with the hand of a guy who's going to start running his mouth. You ever want to get out of here, asshole?
He's not going to do jack shit. [ and if he did, kovacs knew how to shut him up too. not something he wants to do because that's noticeable but whatever. ]
Calm your tits. [ he coughs a few more times, rubbing at his stomach and glaring in direction once again. ] Did you break your fucking hand?
[ you wanna feel better, laura? he's got a power he could use on you. ]
Fucking shit.
Calm your tits. [ he coughs a few more times, rubbing at his stomach and glaring in direction once again. ] Did you break your fucking hand?
[ you wanna feel better, laura? he's got a power he could use on you. ]
Fucking shit.
Fuck you.
[ probably, yes. but her hand is the least of her worries, and if Kovacs comes anywhere near her with his fucking power she'll break her other one on him too. ]
You don't know that. If he does talk and somebody actually listens, it's too fucking late to take it back.
[ probably, yes. but her hand is the least of her worries, and if Kovacs comes anywhere near her with his fucking power she'll break her other one on him too. ]
You don't know that. If he does talk and somebody actually listens, it's too fucking late to take it back.
Oh fucking well.
[ it's done. that's all there is to it. ] If they want to fucking punish me, fine. Don't worry, I'll keep your name out of it.
[ see what a good guy he was? such a good guy. ] I'm not worrying about it. [ he blows out a breath when the pain in his stomach finally goes away and then straightens. ]
Are you done throwing your tantrum now?
[ it's done. that's all there is to it. ] If they want to fucking punish me, fine. Don't worry, I'll keep your name out of it.
[ see what a good guy he was? such a good guy. ] I'm not worrying about it. [ he blows out a breath when the pain in his stomach finally goes away and then straightens. ]
Are you done throwing your tantrum now?
[ he doesn't get it. or if he does, he's a fucking idiot.
and the more he treats her like she's freaking out over nothing, the more she wishes she was still capable of lifting a man by the balls. ]
It's not about punishment. I don't give a shit what the rest of our merry band of refugees has to say - though if they hear it's you who's fucked up I'll bet you're going to need more than some goddamned ice.
Weird shit has been going on around here. You think people aren't watching? You think if they hear about some guy sucking a stab wound out out of somebody's hand they're not going to be interested? You want to end up on someone's lab table, that's your call.
But next time you're going to be a fucking idiot, do it somewhere I'm not.
and the more he treats her like she's freaking out over nothing, the more she wishes she was still capable of lifting a man by the balls. ]
It's not about punishment. I don't give a shit what the rest of our merry band of refugees has to say - though if they hear it's you who's fucked up I'll bet you're going to need more than some goddamned ice.
Weird shit has been going on around here. You think people aren't watching? You think if they hear about some guy sucking a stab wound out out of somebody's hand they're not going to be interested? You want to end up on someone's lab table, that's your call.
But next time you're going to be a fucking idiot, do it somewhere I'm not.
You wanted to know, sweetheart.
[ he waves a hand at her, dismissing the concerns because he's not worried. that fucking bartender won't talk because he won't want another fork in his hand. and he'd get worse than that if he decided to run his fucking mouth. ]
Are we done with the lecture? I've had a long fucking day. [ his poor head. he just wants his headache to go away but now he's got the headache and a stomachache. thanks, laura. ]
[ he waves a hand at her, dismissing the concerns because he's not worried. that fucking bartender won't talk because he won't want another fork in his hand. and he'd get worse than that if he decided to run his fucking mouth. ]
Are we done with the lecture? I've had a long fucking day. [ his poor head. he just wants his headache to go away but now he's got the headache and a stomachache. thanks, laura. ]
[ dismissed again, just like that, out of hand. like it's no big deal, like there's nothing to be concerned about.
Laura Moon has a life - death - life to get back to. he might not give a shit but she does. one last curl of her lip. they're not going to see eye to eye on this.
still furious, nowhere for all that pent up sentiment to go and no strength with which to take it out on him or the surrounding area, she does the only non-violent but satisfyingly aggressive thing she can think of. turns her head and spits at the ground.
it's not aimed at him, he's an important ally even if she is livid at his dismissal and his sweethearts, but it's a solid sign of what she thinks about this whole exchange. about his attitude.
that done and with one final glower, she turns on her heel with every intention of fucking off. ]
Laura Moon has a life - death - life to get back to. he might not give a shit but she does. one last curl of her lip. they're not going to see eye to eye on this.
still furious, nowhere for all that pent up sentiment to go and no strength with which to take it out on him or the surrounding area, she does the only non-violent but satisfyingly aggressive thing she can think of. turns her head and spits at the ground.
it's not aimed at him, he's an important ally even if she is livid at his dismissal and his sweethearts, but it's a solid sign of what she thinks about this whole exchange. about his attitude.
that done and with one final glower, she turns on her heel with every intention of fucking off. ]
[ he should just let her go. that would be the easy thing. she's mad, he's mad, and they're not responsible for each other's feelings.
and for a second, he sticks to that before he curses under his breath and uses his longer legs to try and catch her and grab her by the arm to at least stop her murder strut. ]
Come on, don't go.
[ that's sincere, at least. you wanna know how many friends he has in this shitty city? maybe one. maybe two. he has no fucking ideas but he knows he doesn't mind her. ]
I got hit in the fucking head, give me a break. Or punch me again.
[ that helped, didn't it? ]
Come on. [ that time, it's almost a dare. ] Get it out.
[ because he knows she's pissed. he knows. ]
and for a second, he sticks to that before he curses under his breath and uses his longer legs to try and catch her and grab her by the arm to at least stop her murder strut. ]
Come on, don't go.
[ that's sincere, at least. you wanna know how many friends he has in this shitty city? maybe one. maybe two. he has no fucking ideas but he knows he doesn't mind her. ]
I got hit in the fucking head, give me a break. Or punch me again.
[ that helped, didn't it? ]
Come on. [ that time, it's almost a dare. ] Get it out.
[ because he knows she's pissed. he knows. ]
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