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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +0 | Mun: +3 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: "Yeah, I didn't think so." Amazing, how no matter how low I set my expectations, Bunny Bat somehow manages to fail to meet them anyway. I would have left then and there, but she's leaving, so I'll stick around a bit. "Are you really going to stick around with a worthless garbage pile like that Flaire?" If her hand is still out, I take it to enter the room through her window, and then head over to her door to make sure its locked. I don't plan on talking to Bunny again if I can help it.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: "Uh huh. And your powers are really to control water." My voice is thick with sarcasm, even if the line isn't very good. I peruse the fanart in silence for a moment, not really paying attention to it, mind elsewhere. "I'd love to, but I really need to get home...." I trail off, eyes scanning the room again. Flaire's so drat lucky, she can just kick around here all she wants, no need to worry about stupid boyfriends or parents or anything. Must be nice to not rely on someone else for money... Sure wish I could do that. But I'm stuck with who I've got. And it's not like I could stay here anyway, considering I've quit. Gritting my teeth, I make up my mind. "Actually, be back in a minute." I go back out the window and up the side of the building a bit until I'm definitely out of earshot of anyone else, and call home. It takes some wheedling, but eventually I've convinced my parents that I'm spending the night at 'a friend's' house, someone from the student council who isn't actually my friend at all, because the traffic jam caused by Legerdeman's robbery got me stuck in town. Then I'm back through the window and into Flaire's room again. "Pulled it off this once." I don't think I could have stood going home after all this bullshit in my real, hero, life. "Lets watch some movies." Determined not to discuss my former team at all while we're there, when we do get to talking, our most interesting conversation had to be the one about music I think. I showed her some of my favorite tracks, and she showed me some of hers, though mine were a lot better. We had a pretty pleasant argument about them, both of us getting louder and stupider as it got later into the night. Still, the excuse would only hold so much water, so in the morning, I get up and go back home. Flaire as still asleep, so I left her a note on the window. Note posted:Flaire, Do you know what possibly the most boring sport in the world is? Baseball. You get about, oh, a minute overall of excitement for every hour you spend sitting in your seat watching people standing around and missing baseballs. So. Much. Fun. It's probably fun for the players, don't get me wrong, I could actually have fun if I was on the field batting I bet. But in the audience, blechhhhhhh. So naturally, that's the thing that Casey got us prime tickets to. In the Mayor's private seats -without the Mayor there, thank god- for tonight. I couldn't even turn him down, because not only don't I have the a team to coordinate with anymore taking up that time for the internal justification, but he also presented it like a huge treat, going on about how upset I must have been about my recital being canceled due to the attack, and he wanted to make it up to me and on and on and its been so loooooong since we've had a date together (like a week I think) and in the end I just couldn't think up a good excuse why that didn't work until it was too late and I'd already 'agreed' to it. Maybe a supervillain will attack the game. That'd be nice. Until then... I've already do my couple hours of piano practice, and my student council work, and I'm currently idly finishing up my homework for the next week, so I've got a couple options. Sit around home all day listening to music and being miserable (tempting), go out and see if I can find anything new on the mayor (probably pointless at this time of day) or... there has to be something I'd enjoy doing right now... Eventually, I pull out my phone and sent a text, not entirely sure if this is going to be being miserable, pointless or enjoyable. @Silver Bolt posted:Meet me at Liberty Park Mini Golf? In costume. I want to talk. Session move: Growing into the image of myself, Cuda doesn't need the team to be a hero: Superior up, Mundane down. GodFish fucked around with this message at 07:17 on Aug 23, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: I drive to the Mini Golf course, stopping a few blocks away to head into a building and change, then go the rest of the way on foot. I'd actually been planning on just using it as a landmark to meet up, but Silver Bolt is already in line to get clubs and balls when I show up, and hey, it might be fun. At least it'll just be the two of us around on each hole so I don't have to worry about anyone listening in. "Well, I got information on the Mayor, I told you before, remember?" I line up my shot, give the ball a whack, and sigh. Well, I might make it to par on this one. "Lazarus Corp is hosting a fundraising dinner for him soon, twenty k a plate. That's a lot even for usual corruption, something big is going on. I want to look into their end, and I'd rather not do it alone. Out of the two people I could ask, you're the obvious choice. The skills needed are a lot closer to yours, and lets be honest, I don't think Flaire can manage subtlety, if she's ever heard of it" GodFish fucked around with this message at 07:17 on Aug 23, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: I'll take par. I bend over to fish my ball out of the hole, shaking my head. "I know that, we don't need to spy on the mayor or anything. It's Lazarus Corp. They've got something illegal going on, we just need to find it. Even if the Mayor isn't directly involved, he has to know its going on because they're bribing him." I lean against my golf club as I want for him to finish up his putting. "I'm going to break in there, and I could really use some help. Planning at least, you know a lot more about stakeouts and that style of thing than I do, but having a partner inside would help a lot. If you aren't willing to do that, just a pair of eyes on the outside to let me know if the police are showing up would be something." <godfish> provoke silver bolt <godfish> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> godfish, 10+2 = 12 Team for agreeing to help Barracuda with her raid on Lazarus Corp, take a condition if you don't
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: I beam at him. "Thanks Ma-Silver Bolt! I knew I could count on you." Behind my mask I roll my eyes a bit, "no, I think I'll pass on that. You sound like my parents." Heading to the next hole, I give his phone a dark look when he says its Bunny Bat on the other end, but quickly get distracted when he points out Legerdeman. What the heck is he doing here?! I shift my golf club to the off hand and reach back to unsling my gun from it's holster on my back, getting ready to take him out if he makes a hostile move.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: I blink a couple times, slowly reattaching my gun to my back. "why even bother..?" He's not even playing with anyone! You can just... write whatever score you want on your card. I turn my head to look at Silver Bolt and shrug. "He got out on bail and came to play mini-golf?" This guy is seriously weird. He's got a point though, if someone did force him to steal that money, it might be Lazarus Corp, someone else, or my suspicion, the mayor. Something else to address first though. "You told Bunny to come here?" Though my eyes aren't visible, my tone of voice makes it clear what I think of that. "Guess we better make this quick then." With a leap, I'm standing on the small windmill next to Legerdeman, balancing easily on one foot. "Hey Legy. Cheating on your golf score is a bit of a step down for you, huh? Guess your rehabilitation is working then." I grin, showing a lot of teeth. "So who was making you steal all that money?" <godfish> provoke legy (spill the beans) <godfish> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> godfish, 6+1 = 7
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: "That's why I haven't done anything to you Legy." I hold my hands open, palms up. As if it mattered. I could grab my weapon in about... well less than a second. "You know... the lumps are supposed to be there, you have to account for them when you putt." Anyway, getting away from the point. "Well, you don't have to tell me anything, it's true. I wanted to try and get whoever it was locked up, but if you don't want that, nothing I can do about it. I'm sure Flaire would be disappointed,." I sigh, shaking my head theatrically and hop down from the windmill, moving back towards Silver Bolt. "but its only natural that you wouldn't want to work with one of the heroes who brought you in. Don't let me disturb your game then." It's a good thing Flaire mentioned (once, or twice, or a couple more times) that Legerdeman was a fan of hers while we were hanging out last night. Didn't think it'd come in useful, but, maybe it will. GodFish fucked around with this message at 05:44 on Aug 31, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: "Uh." I stare at Silver Bolt as he runs off for a second, before looking back at Legerdeman. "No idea." Still sitting on the windmill, I pull out my phone to send a quick text. @Silver Bolt posted:Whats up? Then I slip my phone away and look back at the criminal turned putt putt cheater. "I can pass it on to Flaire, but it'd have a lot more weight if you'd offer something up first. We'd be trying to take them down, so it's not like it'd hurt you, you know?" Bunny Bat? Who? I certainly didn't see Bunny Bat here, what are you talking about?
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: 'Family Stuff' doesn't mean quite the same thing when it comes to Silver Bolt's family anyway. That's troubling, especially given what I saw last night. Hmm. @Silver Bolt posted:Your mom? Let me know if I can help. Sighing again, I slip my phone back away. "Fine." And my phone comes right back out to dial up Flaire. She better answer this, I don't want to hang around with a dorklord like Legerdeman for too long if I have to.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: Ugh, I don't have much time left for this. Flaire doesn't answer, but she does send back an unhelpful text. She's fighting zombies? Well if she has time to text she can't be in much trouble. Irritated, both by her and the upcoming date, I slip my phone away again. "Right. Flaire says she'd absolutely love to meet you to talk about this soon. With a couple of winks and a heart. I've gotta get out of here, so give me your contact information and I'll work things out for a meeting." Once I've got the information, I head out. Traffic and getting out of my outfit discreetly means I need a lot of that hour time for this. And no, I don't have any plans to make this non-miserable. If I could invite one of my real friends to come along it might help, but that's not really a date if I do that. Maybe someone'll attack the ball game. That'd be nice. I've got most of my Barracuda suit on under my clothes, luckily no one will ever be able to tell because my parents would never let me out of the house in an outfit that shows skin.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: I'll give Casey this much credit: at least when he's talking about -to me- completely meaningless baseball stats, he isn't talking about his last football game. This is an improvement. Almost enough to make the fact that I'm stuck watching baseball bearable haha no it isn't. I was able to escape this torment for a few brief blissful moments of release when Hannah(!) walked by. She stopped to talk and we had a pretty good chat talking about what she was doing here. She's on a date as well, which is kind of huge news, I'm super proud of her. So that was a good distraction for... a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the total game time. I'm going to die. Talking with Casey is kind of like talking to an excitable dog, and I don't mean that in a mean way. He seems happy and enthusiastic to talk about whatever I can think of until any pause and then like a dog spotting a squirrel it's baseball time!, and we actually have a reasonably good time (or, I do, I think he was having one anyway) talking about the latest superhero gossip until we run out of new stuff, and then it's right back to baseball! Maybe a baseball will come flying over here and hit me in the head and put me out of my misery. "A bit, yeah." I look over at him curiously when he brings up Barracuda, and then freeze, staring blankly at him. "I-she's what? No she isn't? Where'd you hear... that..." I trail off as I read the tweet, look at the picture, read the tweet again, and it sinks in. Why. Flaire, why. Whyyyyyy. That note was clearly not meant to be taken in that direction at all, and Flaire knows it wasn't meant like that because we were both there and nothing remotely romantic happened! I'm almost about to make an angry comment about Flaire when my better sense catches up to me. There's no way I could actually know she isn't, and this 'evidence' certainly makes it look like she is, so I've got to act like I don't know any better. Annnnnnd, this might be my out. If Casey thinks I'm, or, uh, Barracuda, is gay, maybe he'll stop being so into her, since he'll think (accurately) that he doesn't have a chance! "Wow, I never knew that! And she's with Flaire?" I'm going to murder you Flaire, if I ever make it out of this interminable baseball game alive. "Lucky girl, huh? I bet Flaire's the envy of most of the guys in school, right?" Wait how does Casey even feel about gay people? I've never heard him take my parents burn in hellfire stance, but I've never heard him support them either. But most guys his age think girl on girl action is hot as anything, right? He's probably into the idea. I watch him curiously to see his reaction. <godfish> pierce casey's mask <godfish> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> godfish, 6+2 = 8 looking at the questions none of them were really what I had in mind, so... What do you intend to do? I guess
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Casey's complete misunderstanding of my comment to go off and compliment Flaire instead me slash Barracuda gets him an unhappy look, but I don't dwell on it too much. Even if he is boring company and I hate going out with him, he did (probably) get me a present, so he obviously wants this date to be fun for me, despite his lack of any understanding about what a fun date actually would be. ...What kind of entertainment is this, two crappy musicians..? Oh. Oh! It's an attack! Yes! YES!! An actual attack, there IS a god! It takes a huge effort not to be obviously thrilled by this in front of Casey, who is earning himself a few more points by actually managing to get out of this musical trance to try and rescue me from danger. "Right!" I jump to my feet and turn to run after him, pausing in the doorway for a second. The gothier muscian is almost to the box, and we weren't the only ones in there... I hesitate for a second, then scoop up a baseball that was sitting there and hurl it hard at Solace(?)'s head then run after Casey. <godfish> directly engage solace <godfish> !r 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> godfish, 7-1 = 6 <godfish> welp
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: "Casey!" I run to his side and take a look at his leg, then quickly look away. That looks nasty. "Oh god - don't move Casey!" Before I can try to do anything with him though, Solace demands... money? And I spot Silver Bolt nearby. okay... Yes, got a plan! "You want valuables, here, try this!" I yank off my necklace - it's made of gold and diamonds, and probably some other less valuable things, but it's probably worth more than this stadium box - and toss it past him. Hopefully that's distracted him a bit, so I pick up Casey, heaving him off the floor so his leg isn't touching the ground and run out of the box. I need to get him somewhere out of the way, a bathroom or closet or something, then go and get into my Cuda-suit and get back to help Silver Bolt out. <godfish> provoke solace <godfish> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> godfish, 10+1 = 11
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: I shudder a bit as I run away with Casey, it's a lot easier to take gross people being gross about my attractiveness when I'm Barracuda, and not just Susanna, and not just because I wanted my Barracuda suit to attract attention. This felt a lot ickier. It gets a bit better once we're out of sight though, and as I round the next corner, I remember to sag and act like my adrenaline wore off and I'm not a super heroine in disguise. That actually makes it a little harder to carry him, which adds to the effect, so by the time I set him down in the bathroom, I lean against the wall and actually do have a few deep breaths to take. "ha... thanks..." I smile down at him, and weirdly, I actually sort of feel warmly towards him, for once? "Sorry about the necklace, thought it'd distract him, but..." Casey gave it to me ages ago, it wasn't super special, but... I feel kind of guilty about losing it and it not even helping, considering I did it right in front of him... BUT! I can't let this entire fight go by without chipping in, I need to get back out there! And Casey probably isn't hot on the idea of me leaving, so I need an excuse. Thinking fast, I straighten up. "Listen, I know the heroes will be here soon, but that guy was hypnotizing everyone, we can't let him... walk them all off the stands or something before anyone can stop him. I'm gonna go out there and see if I can smash a fire alarm to wake everyone up or something. I'll be back as soon as I can, don't worry about me, you know I'm a fast runner." He's seen me on gym days, I know he was watching (along with most of the boys).
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +2 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +1 | Mun: -1 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Running out of the bathroom, I immediately duck into the bathroom next door, and pull all of my clothing off and stuff it in my bag, then dig my Barracuda Mask out from the bottom of the bag, mentally cursing for not doing it the other way around. Finally attired, though without my gun, since it wouldn't have fit in my bag, I head back into the hall, break open a janitors closet and hide my bag in that, then jam the door shut and head back towards the box, finally. Bursting into the box, I see Solace flying right towards me, running from Silver Bolt. Nice work Matthew! "Nice Pitch!" Grinning broadly, I reach to the side and pick up a decorative baseball bat, probably in this box because it was used and signed by someone famous for some famous run or something, and swing it right at the incoming super villain! This is more like it! Barracuda, finally getting a chance to just brawl with some scum! Something I can just enjoy, and not have any irritating regrets about. "Batterrrrrrr up!" Affirming identity as Barracuda. [23:58:18] <godfish> directly engage solace, as cuda [23:58:20] <godfish> !r 2d6+2 [23:58:21] <Krysmbot> godfish, 10+2 = 12 resisting blows, taking away his mobility (broken leg) *CRACK* Haha! Eat that punk! I didn't aim for his head, obviously, because I didn't want to kill him, instead I aimed it for his leg for a bit of payback, and from the sound of it that broke his leg right back. I leap backwards gracefully, and land one footed on the back of a seat, lean forward to stick my butt out predominately, and tap it with the bat twice, smirking. How do you like the look of it now, creepo? "Swing and a hit... yes, I do believe it's a HOME RUN!~" Ahh, this is what it's all about! Barracuda strikes again! Actually, no strike here, she scores again!
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Fre: -1 | Dan: +2 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +1 | Mun: -1 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: "Since you got hit, I'll let you walk. If you can." Snickering at the baseball pun, I move away from Solace to the edge of the box. Looks more like we have two problems. Silver Bolt's obvious one, and the still hypnotized crowd. Hmm. Yeah, Silver Bolt can take of himself for now, probably! Turning on my heels, I run out of the box and back into the hall, looking for something small, bright, and red. Only once I'm down a little ways does it occur to me I probably should have told Silver Bolt what I was going to do... Whoops. He'll be fine though! Yeah. And, there it is! A fire alarm! Adjusting my grip on the bat, I swing it hard at the alarm, smashing it to pieces and setting it ringing across all the sound systems! That should break the hypnosis! [17:10:29] <godfish> defend crowd from hypnosis [17:10:32] <godfish> !r 2d6+1 [17:10:33] <Krysmbot> godfish, 5+1 = 6 using a team from ignoring Silver Bolt's predicament, oh dear, to make that a 7 by boosting Savior and lowering Freak maybe we can escalate the situation by causing a panic via sudden release of hypnosis?
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Fre: -1 | Dan: +2 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +1 | Mun: -1 Potential: 5/5 | Conditions: [14:00:16] <GhostFish> take a powerful blow from ungrateful crowd >  [14:00:18] <GhostFish> !r 2d6 [14:00:18] <Krysmbot> GhostFish, 6 = 6 [14:00:28] <GhostFish> ~ Ugh - dammit, ow, can't these stupid people watch where they're going?! I should have thought this through a bit better, OW, if only I had my grappling hook! No, I'm not getting hit by another person trying to escape! In a brief moment -more like second- of calm, I take a deep breath in, focus, and move. A person coming from the left, barreling past me. I twist, and they brush past, now two straight on, shoulders locked together - my hand goes out, resting lightly on their shoulders, and my body lifts up, flipping into the air, so I rest one handed on top of them. No room to land now, so I continue the flip, putting one foot down on the head of the next person. I push off with my hand, carrying the flip into a leap, landing on another shoulder, then another, until I've made it to the top of a vending machine. I pause there a moment, eyeing the crowd. That's... not going to work long term. Or rather, it would, but I'd end up knocking people down and getting them trampled. Not a good plan. Instead of that, I move as far back on the vending machine top as I can, and then sprint forward, shifting my legs so I'm running along the wall, aiming for the next vending machine, garbage can, etc, then the next, then the next, parkour style. [14:23:59] <GhostFish> unleash abilitys (gonna bomb) [14:24:02] <GhostFish> !r 2d6-1 [14:24:02] <Krysmbot> GhostFish, 4-1 = 3 [14:24:06] <GhostFish> who called that :v [14:24:18] <GhostFish> me, the ghostfish or, you know, I don't.
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Fre: -1 | Dan: +2 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +1 | Mun: -1 Potential: 5/5 | Conditions: [20:40:34] <GhostFish> take a powerful blow, again [20:40:36] <GhostFish> !r 2d6 [20:40:37] <Krysmbot> GhostFish, 9 = 9 [20:40:39] <GhostFish> oh nooo giving ground to songbird Ow ow drat ow! I had a nice perch on the next vending machine, but this stupid herd of people almost tipped it over showing past it, knocking me right back into the stampede. Ugh, great, Songbird or whatever his name is off doing something in the stadium, fighting Sliver Bolt probably, and I'm stuck out here trying to get through a relentless stream of people, unable to do anything. What a waste of time! A bit of slightly less than elegant rolling gets me back upright, but not without being stepped on several times, and I pop up in front of Hannah. Just for a moment, I forget she doesn't know who I am, but that's right, I'm Barracuda, and she's - she's about to get trampled as well! Crap! [20:50:03] <GhostFish> defend hannah [20:50:08] <GhostFish> !r 2d6+2 [20:50:09] <Krysmbot> GhostFish, 5+2 = 7 exposing myself to danger, of feet! I dive forward, passing between several people jammed together, and roll as I hit the ground, coming up next to Hannah and pulling her back up to her feet. "Be careful!" I chide her, making sure she's steady, then leap away, heading back through the crowd towards one of the entrances to the stadium seating I can see... As long as none of the jostling crowd I'm in the middle of hit me AGAIN.
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Fre: -1 | Dan: +2 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +1 | Mun: -1 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: Yeah, things could have been worse. The fight with uh.... Solace or whoever was fun, and I kept Hannah from getting hurt at least. Could be worse. Grumbling to myself at the fisaco of the broadcasting equipment, I glance around the room to make sure there isn't a camera recording here and change out of my Barracuda suit. I'm not going to deal with any of the media nonsense or the rest of the team, if they finally decided to show up. I've actually made it a floor past where I stashed Casey before I remembered him, so it wasn't too much of a run. A few minutes later, I shove open the door, looking a bit more flustered than usual for me. "Casey! You're alright?" He is... that's good. "Sorry, I got the alarm off, but the crowd got into the halls faster than I thought... got swept along for a ways before I could duck into a bathroom to wait it out." I move over to his side as I make up the story, looking down at his injured leg. What are we going to do about that? "I heard sirens, so there's probably medics here, lets get you to some." I bend over, pulling one of his arms over my shoulder and help him up, taking all the weight from his injured side to start walking him slowly down the stadium halls and to some paramedics.
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Fre: -1 | Dan: +2 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +1 | Mun: -1 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: I give Casey a bit of a smile when he kisses my cheek, and try to clear away his concerns. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Got shoved around a little getting out of the way, but nothing that'll bruise even." It isn't until later, after I've waved off his apologies and we're heading down the hallway, that I realize it wasn't my automatic pretending to care response, and that I actually appreciated his concern, and the rest. It's weird, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's probably just because I'm in a better mood because of the fight. Yeah, that makes sense. Mentally, I'm nodding in satisfaction with that explanation. "Yeah... think it turned into a bit of a mess..." I look around at the place as well, I hadn't actually gotten to see what was happening inside the field area itself. What the heck were they doing? "I saw a little, just got a look at Barracuda running past me up to the box we were in to fight uh... that guy." And there's some paramedics. "Ah, over there..." And we head over there. "Medics! Got a broken ankle here!" With my free hand, I wave in their direction.
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