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Post by Slingshot on Feb 29, 2012 23:13:59 GMT -5
"Gestalt doesn't work that way." Slade leans back against the couch, neck cricking as he stares up at the ceiling. "If I'm anyone, I'm Slingshot. And Shahar is Oracle."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 1, 2012 0:01:13 GMT -5
"Oh. I appear to have found a significant chunk of the Autobot Air Corps," Nimbus says, blinking, "Breakaway ought to pay me better. I wonder if he's stuck in a meatsack, too? I know Rodimus Prime is - and don't go repeating that; we need to do something about your loose lips - and some others are, but I couldn't talk with hm long enough to find out who or why." He laughs bitterly. "At the time, it didn't seem important. I figured, if they needed me, they'd catch up with me soon enough - and I figured I'd be needed right way. Another meet-up just hasn't worked out, though. I guess you and Oracle are good enough motivation for me to make it work, though. I owe it to you two."
He tries to catch Slade's eyes. Skyblast isn't very good at being responsible, but for his jets, he's going to try. They deserve better than a flippant egotist.
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 1, 2012 0:14:40 GMT -5
Slade looks ready to keel over. The anger at his neighbor's idiocy has faded from his system, and he feels every battered bit of himself. Meeting Nimbus's eyes is hard. He really just wants to crawl into bed. Or eat a spoonful of peanut butter and then fall into bed.
"Yeah, it'd be great to know what's going on," he says tiredly. "While we're trading secret identities, I'm Seraph."
He'll deal with the 'loose lips' comment in a moment.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 1, 2012 0:59:37 GMT -5
"You don't... look that great. Maybe you should do what... humans do when they malfunction? To keep from dying?" Nimbus suggests awkwardly. He really has no real idea.
He stares and blurts, "I thought you were just a drag queen!" Nimbus does not say this in a demeaning manner. He says it more or less like, 'I thought that you knit!' "Wait, so anyone can just go out there and punch Mordred? You don't need a special license or anything?"
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 1, 2012 19:11:46 GMT -5
"I'm not gonna die. Shahar would be out here fussing at me if I was." This is probably not the ideal method for gauging the seriousness of someone's injuries. "Just need to get to bed."
He doesn't look like he wants to move anytime soon. Then he boggles as Nimbus calls him a drag queen. "... You know most humans don't shift sexes, right? And yeah, anyone with a mask can go punch Mordred in Detroit. Not so much in, say, Chicago. There's some websites that keep track of the pertinent federal, state, and local laws for supers. Got one of them bookmarked."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 1, 2012 20:43:09 GMT -5
Nimbus has ideas now.
"Let's get you to bed, then," Nimbus says, and he offers his arms to Slade to help him up, "I have no idea how most humans work. I just smile and nod. By the way, the INS is after me."
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 2, 2012 20:33:34 GMT -5
Slade grabs onto Nimbus and hauls himself to his feet. Or hauls Nimbus down on the couch with him, depending on how firmly Nimbus is planted. "What for?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 3, 2012 7:34:14 GMT -5
"Because I have no ID, so they're going to send me to the moon. That is what all the developed nations do," Nimbus says, gritting his teeth. He is fairly firmly planted, and he's strong for a short little man, so Slade probably gets hauled up. "It avoids the problem of, 'Oh no, what if sending them back home will put these people in danger of execution?' I just don't want to go to the moon. I am probably needed here. For example, to get you to bed, right now."
He attempts to haul Slade off to do just that.
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 3, 2012 16:19:20 GMT -5
"Why don't you just get an ID?" Slade stumbles off to bed with Nimbus.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 3, 2012 20:32:48 GMT -5
"Because I would have to admit that I don't have an ID to get an ID," Nimbus says.
Slade turns into a woman. Nimbus is stuck in Catch-22.
"I have a fake one, but it's not very good, and the INS is already after me, anyway."
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 4, 2012 23:29:09 GMT -5
"Weird. Shahar and I have IDs."
Slade quietly pushes open the door to the room he shares with Shahar. The big futon is spread out already, Shahar curled up on her side with a damp cloth sitting over her eyes. She stirs at the change in light, and Slade puts his finger to his lips at Nimbus.
ooc: posing Shahar with player permission.
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Post by Oracle on Mar 6, 2012 13:55:21 GMT -5
The thought of keeping quiet was sweet, but Shahar has been waiting for them to arrive back at the apartment. The only reason she hadn't gone out to meet Slade and Nimbus herself, was because her headache was no joke. On the other hand, that hadn't stopped her from pulling together her medical supplies and dumping the bag next to her side of the futon before she laid down again.
With one hand holding the cloth in place over her eyes, she sits up slowly. The other hand reaches to put her blindfold back on, as she smiles slightly at the two in the doorway. "Hello Skyblast. Could you help my brother to the bed? I think he's still none too steady." Blindfold secured, she pulls her bag of bandages, disinfectants and other sundries up next to her. By the looks of Slade, she's going to need it.
OOC: Posting in with players permission. Always skippable.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 6, 2012 17:57:09 GMT -5
"I don't," Nimbus snaps, frustrated.
Then Shahar calls him Skyblast, and he asks, "How long did you know?"
He continues with this business of trying to get Slade into bed.
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Post by Slingshot on Mar 6, 2012 19:38:26 GMT -5
"Yeah, but that doesn't make sense. You should have gotten one when your parents were teaching you to drive." Slade cooperatively lets himself be put to bed. Only instead of laying down, he scootches over so Shahar can comfortably work on him. He didn't seem surprised by her gear.
"Probably as long as I did," he suggests. He's developed a habit of cutting out the middle man when it comes to telling Shahar some things. He just plans to do so, and she usually knows a little while later.
(The two of them go through roommates like crazy. Apparently, they're creepy.)
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Post by Oracle on Mar 7, 2012 22:54:10 GMT -5
Once he's scooted over close enough to her, Shahar pulls out a small penlight and starts checking Slade's pupillary response, even as she's nodding her agreement with his answer to Nimbus' question. "What he said." She adds after a moment, apparently assured that her brother's brains are no more scrambled than normal, and putting away the penlight.
Cleaning up the head wound and picking the building debris out of his skin are her next goal, and she sets to with a pair of tweezers and an alcohol pad.
After a moment she glances up at Nimbus. "Why don't you have an ID? Can we fix it?"
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