March 05, 2003
.03.05.03. - building, rather than burning bridges [dire]

[noje]

(dire)
Dire is back. out on the deck of the condos. Sanding the edges of the bridge that decker and he built the night before. Yeah he's hanging half off the side, oneleg hooked the other dangeling as he gets the edges.

(james)
the glass door slides open with a well-oiled sigh
out steps one Gnawer onto the front deck
dreads sliding over shoulders a bit as head tilts
studying what the Skald is doing
though not precisely concerned about that precarious position
seems he totally missed the installation of their new... uh... bridge?

"Looks pretty cool."

(dire)
"Thank you.... It stressed me to see a 1 and a half meter woman jumping 2 meters, 5 meters off the ground. If she fell Decker would kill us all.

How's your kin?"

(james)
(oops *L*)

"Not exactly the brilliant glorious end I had in mind, either. Tris was fine last time I checked.... "

that would be a brow furrowing of confusion there
last time he checked was before the little rat issue
and he's been healing and pretty much MIA since
so you can bet concern's already rising

"Why?"

(dire)
He grunts and sands some more "Last time I checked he was getting the peerliving shit kicked out of him on the side of the street by some..." he waves a hand " Froggy motherfucker. So I set the sonofabitch on fire."

(james)
confusion slides rather quickly to stunned
then pissed

"What?"

better be glad that's a slender moon in the sky, Jamey-boy
hackles that flew into bristle are all but physically smoothed down
eeeaaaase up there, kid

"Thanks for setting the fucker on fire.... what happened?"

(dire)
He srugs gently and looks up from where he dangles "I figured he'd tell you.. I was out for a walk. Down by the fluff and fold and I round the corner. Se some guy bitch slap him. Then beat him down. As I was moving in the fucker jumped like 3 stories up onto a building. So I lit him up. He seems to have popped or something. Sure didn't go umbral that quick.
Tristan was pretty banged up so I got Imogen out there to fix him up. Humans don't heal like us. I'm no theurge."
"I know he's your kin and all but I just don't take kindaly to somone stomping another of the blood into the ground. Dude was kicking Tristan with those funky little leather slippers.. um... lovvvers? loffers?" He srugs "WOuld have splattered him better but even as acrobatic as I am. I can't pull off 60 foot vertical leaps."

(james)
"Been unconscious or healing since...."

a general wave back towards the front lawn
indicating the all too recent memory of the sea of rats that was there
still have to figure that one out
muscular shoulders sag a bit, when he sighs
first he couldn't protect his own packmates
and now this
just.... peachy

"Loafers." gently offered in clarification "Think the fucker's dead or....?"

(dire)
He shakes his head. "Don't know.. fire hurts and stuff but There was no body or anything. He just seemed to dissapear

(james)
he's a mind for several reactions right now
storming off to go check on his kin
storming off to rally the troops
storming off to go hide in a corner and wait for this week to freakin' end already
but since the storm is within the weeping clouds in the sky
he settles for picking out a piece of sandpaper from the pack on the table
hip finding a comfortable residence against the railing
(not quite as adept at acrobatics as the Skald)
and locates a spot where the wood's still rough
just because he knows the Get isn't too fond of smoking
and dammit he needs -something- to do with his hands right now
and rushing into things never did anyone any good

"Reminds me of the thing on the video.... some school of vertical aptitude open and we not get the flyer?"

sanding at least gives him something to focus on, even if it's already mostly done

"The fuck you think it was?"

not strong enough to obliterate a mere Kin
strong enough to leap tall buildings in a single bound
the.... hell?

(dire)
He nods. "Decker and I both saw the parelle. I got good eyes. I sware trist took out one of the bastards knees. before the jump.. he did it one legged."

(james)
he just.... nods
things just keep getting better and better
for Gaia's sake this is only Wednesday
by this weekend he'll be back in Wonderland, frolicking with the gnomes in HappyDale
place your bets, folks

"Tell Erik yet?"

(dire)
He shakes his head "Ain't seen him. Don't have much to tell really. Decker knows. He's got Rank. If he thinks it's enough to tell Erik I assume he will.
Mighty peculiar though. The guy seemed to be doing it just for the fun of doing it."

(james)
there's another nod
he understands the intricacies of Rank just as well as the Skald
if the Modi speaks up, the Modi speaks up

but that last part just gets to him
the little fluttering ripple of Rage that's clamped down tight
jaw grits, but he keeps the pressure of the sandpaper smooth and even
he knows what it's like to be on the receiving end of 'for the fun of it'
so he's quiet for a spell
Dire doesn't deserve to be the target of vented frustration

"Thanks." a brief glance up "For helping him out."

(dire)
He nods "You'd have done the same. It wasn't right. Smakin' a guy, Kickin him in the jummy... in the face. Then busting his ribs. Now if the guy did something yeah, but just for the fun of inflicting pain? That ain't right. You'd have helped too"

(james)
there's another glance up, slower this time
gee.... thanks for the details, mate
thaaaaat makes it better
but it gets replaced with a light chuckle

"Yeh.... bullying and tyranny don't sit too well with my Family."

not to mention his Camp
but you don't mention those sorts of things

"I'd've jumped in, too."

(dire)
He nods "If you want to go, go man. I'll get this." A soft look. Not a smile but an understanding "Tell um he still owes me a roll of duct tape"

(james)
"I will. Thanks Dire."

he was wearing one of those 'had to get my head straight, first' sorta looks
but along with that understanding, it was something that didn't have to be said
he finishes smoothing out the one spot he was working on
then just quietly heads back into the condo
guess he's taking a walk....

(dire)
He nods and swings back up to sit on the bridge. He reaches into the bag he brough and pulls out the grippies. You know. THe little things people put on the bottoms of their bathtubs? Those things. He opens the pack and starts afixing them very studiously to the top of the expanse

Posted by james at March 05, 2003 12:00 AM
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