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Post by Spinister on Feb 4, 2009 10:42:17 GMT -5
"Would he know?" Would Shockwave know that my near future is to be shot by a Matrix-wielding maniac and I am therefore the man for the job when someone needs to get smacked down by a Matrix-wielding maniac?
Spinister nods, a little distantly. Okay, so he did successfully assassinate a Matrix-wielding maniac. He supposes that is pretty special. He's not sure why he should get all excited about it, though. Excitement leads to distraction and sloppiness. Better to stay calm and even-keeled.
After all, there might be another matrix-wielding maniac to assassinate tomorrow. Better not get cocky.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 4, 2009 20:08:36 GMT -5
"Well, point, he probably doesn't know," Needlenose allows. He settles back in the seat he had set up next to Spinister's medical bed and strokes idly on the hand he had grasped earlier.
"So really, he had no clue what would happen, although I suppose, really, none of us dead. I suppose we'll know for next time." Then he looks up at Spinister. "No next times for that, though. I mean, getting hit like you did. You're not allowed to do that to me anymore."
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Post by Spinister on Feb 4, 2009 21:59:11 GMT -5
Spinister glares at Needlenose and snaps, "I didn't plan that!"
He knows that Needlenose really must care, to make such a demand, but Spinister really has no control over whether or not malignant spiritual forces crunch him. He's not a paladin!
Spinister stares up at the ceiling and mutters, less sulkily, "Need a better exit strategy. Check."
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 4, 2009 22:28:40 GMT -5
"Good, good," Needlenose replies, relaxing. "As long as you realize that."
"You will be happy to hear that Sunbeam is on his way to a full recovery, though if I ever find out what 'Bot knocked him around like that..." Then he utters a soft growl and shakes his head. "Though of course, I rather suspect that the 'Bot that did it is long gone by now - one of our dear little allies, that is to say."
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Post by Spinister on Feb 5, 2009 20:11:33 GMT -5
Spinister nods, because he is indeed pleased. He points out, "Nebulans are in short supply."
Hairsplitter looks rather cross that Spinister would even make such a comment, but swiftly, Spinister leans over the side of the berth, scoops Hairsplitter up, and perches him on his shoulder. He doesn't cuddle the Nebulan - that would be sappy, but it's an affectionate enough gesture.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 5, 2009 21:47:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, tell me about it," Needlenose snorts as he stands up.
"Move over," he orders Spinister. Then, whether Spinister does or not, Needlenose starts to climb into the medical berth with Spinister.
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Post by Spinister on Feb 5, 2009 21:58:33 GMT -5
Spinister already moved over a little while ago but apparently that was too subtle. Spinister has a huge problem with being too subtle. He moves over a bit more noticeably. Hairsplitter gets the picture and excuses himself, "Need to make sure Singe has not set himself on fire." A pause and a sniff. "Again."
The Nebulan jumps back down to the floor and scoots out of the medical ward.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 5, 2009 22:30:21 GMT -5
Needlenose makes a soft chuckling noise as the Nebulan takes a hint.
"Now. Where was that hand..." he murmurs, reaching for Spinister's hand. He lifts it up and examines it, holding it between his own to hand, gently playing with the finger tips, looking closely at each little component, as though Spinister's hands were the most fascinating thing in the universe.
OOC: Fade out, Spin?
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