Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 23, 2012 23:36:04 GMT -6
Zacharie was indeed taken by surprise, he did not expect for him to rush him like that. “Oof!” He stumbled back a bit, strengthening the grip on his revolver but losing his aim. The spy growled and took a few steps back; making sure the file he held was still secure. He couldn’t waste too much time messing with the Medic, he needed to get out before he’d lose what he came for.
“Sorry, but I really must get going.” He grinned, readying his aim for Ian again, perhaps he’d be able to make the hit and use it as a distraction.
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Post by Eric on Sept 24, 2012 17:47:47 GMT -6
Eric had just gotten comfortable on her bed once again when the sound of shattering glass emanated from the kitchen. She watched the door and paused for a minute, contemplating whether or not to investigate. After a moments hesitation she sprung up and hurried toward the kitchen. "Hey is everything alri-" She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the spy. That spy. That motherfucking spy. In their base. Getting ready to attack a teammate. Shit.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 24, 2012 19:54:53 GMT -6
Ian was startled by the voice coming from the hall. It caught his attention though, and he turned his head to look back at Eric and--
BANG!
If he hadn't moved, the bullet would have probably smashed into his jawline. Instead, a sharp pain flew across his right shoulder. Of course since it was meant for the face it only grazed him, but it still hurt like hell. The medic, sucking in air through his teeth, faced Zach once more.
Clutching his shoulder, Ian dashed forward to get in proximity again. Adrenaline and survival instincts fueling him, he aimed a punch at the spy's gut. To be honest, he wasn't sure what to do at this point. He just knew he had to try.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 24, 2012 20:26:55 GMT -6
Zacharie was getting ready to make his way for the door, but he spotted Eric in the hall. His eyes widened a bit in surprise. No. It was one thing to be seen by this Medic whom he’d never met, but it was certainly bad that she saw him there. The mission had been compromised. He missed his shot he’d have to take—
It was too late; the young man took him by surprise and landed a punch right to his gut. Zacharie took a step back, hunched over a bit and recovered relatively quickly. “Stop flailing around, boy, you’re going to make a fool of yourself.” Taking advantage of the fact that they were now in close range, he drew back his revolver and brought down the butt of it right on Ian’s head.
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Post by Eric on Sept 24, 2012 20:33:48 GMT -6
She watched the two, dumbfounded for a few moments. When the two started struggling again, it finally hit Eric that, hey, she should do something. She scanned the room, looking for anything she could use as a weapon. Trying to fight the spy with her bare hands would just be more trouble then it was worth, besides, she'd just spotted something useful. Just past the two, on a side table, was a plant in a small, round pot. Almost baseball like, one might say. Dashing past them Eric grabbed the pot, turned, and quickly pitched it at the spies head.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 24, 2012 21:04:12 GMT -6
Ian was surprised that rushing the spy had worked not only once, but twice. He wanted to follow it up with a few more shots to the gut, but before he could attempt to do so, Zacharie stepped back. Using his revolver, he swiftly delivered a blow to the medic's skull.
Other than the crack of the impact, there was no sound. Ian's body suddenly relaxed and fell to the ground. His vision went to black, and then... nothing. He was out cold on the common room floor.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Sept 24, 2012 21:13:58 GMT -6
His confidence returned to him as he managed to knock the Medic out cold. However the smirk on his face didn’t stay for long, he heard the whizzing of something flying past his head. Zacharie’s vision focused, it was Eric.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful once and tend to your little comrade, hm?” He scoffed at Eric, waving his revolver at his handiwork before taking a few steps back. “Don’t be a hero, now.” He began to chuckle as he faded into nothing, cloaking once more to make his escape.
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Post by Eric on Sept 25, 2012 6:45:15 GMT -6
"No- you son of a bitch don't you dare-!" But before she could finish, he was gone. Goddamnit. All that, just so he could turn into a fucking ghost and leave. Eric kicked one of the larger remains of the plant pot out of frustraition, shattering it against the wall into smaller pieces. "And now, I gotta clean up all this shit," she said to no one, gesturing to the murdered plant and glass remains from earlier. And of course, there was Ian too, he probably could use a fix up. Normally all of this she'd just file under "not my problem" and let other teammates take care, but considdering the lack of teammates, clean up probably wouldn't get done unless she did it herself.
Stepping past Ian, she sprinted back down to her room and retrieved the supplies needed to treat his shoulder. Of course, the medical ward would have all of that and more, and she doubted Ian would mind, but these were closer, and in her own drawer she knew where everything was. Upon returning to the living roon, Eric set to work bringing Ian over to the couch and carefully cleaning the wound on his shoulder, making a mental note to take care of the brutally murdered plant after she was done.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 25, 2012 11:19:47 GMT -6
It didn't take too long for Ian to come to. He slowly opened his eyes... and instantly regretted it. The room, whichever one it was, was spinning in his sights. Seemingly as a result, his head began to throb as well.
His head. Yeah, that's right. The medic's previous encounter with RED's spy started coming back to him. A small groan forced its way out of his lungs and he sat up. He was still in the living room. He noticed Eric on the other side of the commons, cleaning up pot and glass fragments in various places. She was the only one around -- the spy had escaped.
Ian's eyes met the floor. What was he thinking earlier? Now that he was back to his senses and recalling the events that got him here, he realized how stupid rushing an armed man actually had been. What was he supposed to accomplish doing that? He wasn't thinking... at all. If he was to stay here at BLU, he couldn't afford to not think. Not anymore.
Wordlessly, the medic stood and walked over to the mess. Avoiding Eric's gaze, he started helping the scout clean up the room. After all, it was mostly his fault in the first place, and she'd already helped him enough. He couldn't make her do everything.
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Post by Eric on Sept 25, 2012 13:38:48 GMT -6
The base was nearly cleaned up by now. The plant that sacrificed its home in the name of just was now back in its spot, this time in a plastic bowl as opposed to a proper pot, and most of the larger glass shards had been gathered into a pile. All that remained were the smaller, nearly invisible glass pieces, one of which Eric had already managed to cut her foot on. She reached down to collect another larger piece when the medic came into view next to her.
His sudden appearence startled her and she slid away slightly, almost expecting him to be the spy again. "...Oh, hey, didn't hear you get up." Regaining her composure, she quickly went back to work. "You don't have to do that, y'know," she commented when he started gathering pieces as well, "I'm almost done, anyway."
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 25, 2012 16:25:45 GMT -6
There was no response from Ian. Not even a glance in Eric's direction. It was impossible to tell if he wasn't paying attention or just flat out ignoring the girl. His face displayed no emotion. The medic silently continued working around the room, making sure to keep his shoulder secure. To be honest, his head felt worse -- but he knew he should keep an eye on it anyway.
Realizing Eric had already done most of the glass pickup work, he stepped around into the kitchen. Grabbing a clump of paper towels and wetting them, he quickly returned. Then he, still ever so quietly, began dabbing the towel on the floor where the glass broke. It should pick up all of the fine shards; that's how he remembered his mom doing it, at least.
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Post by Eric on Sept 25, 2012 17:01:37 GMT -6
She was a bit taken aback by his response, or, lack thereof. What was his problem? Did she do something to make him mad? Maybe he was angry that she didn't help fight off Zach more. Well, it didn't matter, why should she give a fuck? If he wanted to be a jerk, let him. Eric continued working for a few more seconds, until finally she had all the large glass shards gathered up into a pile. With a blank expression, she carefully picked them up and carried them to the garbage can in the kitchen. "You're welcome by the way, jackass." The name was tacked on the end more quietly, as if insulting him was more for just her to hear. I mean seriously, I take time out of my day to help him and clean shit up around here, and this is my thanks?
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Sept 25, 2012 18:54:39 GMT -6
Ian froze upon hearing the scout's insult. Turning his head in her direction, he finally spoke. "I, uh--" There was a short pause in which he looked back down at where he was working. "...yeah. Thank you." His voice was shaky, but sincere. Way to go, genius. Kicking himself mentally, he moved over to the kitchen and placed the glass-filled towels in the garbage.
And that was it -- everything looked decent again. Well, except him. Ian took a quick look at his clothes; grape juice and his own blood splattered here and there... most likely broken glass in places too. "I should probably go change. ...Thanks again." He said quietly, hoping that she'd realize he really did appreciate it. Then he turned down the hall to go to his room, massaging his temples to try to ease his ever-growing headache along the way.
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Post by Eric on Sept 25, 2012 19:09:23 GMT -6
Eric didn't bother looking at him, instead busying herself with washing her hands. "Yeah, whatever.." She muttered in response while continuing to scrub her hands vigorously. Even as he was leaving, she busied herself with straightening the kitchen.Sure, thank me after I bring it up, why dont'cha. The scout though bitterly after Ian was gone. Although she was trying her best to be mad at him, for some reason she just wasn't feeling it. If anybody else on their team had done that, they'd never hear the end of it from her, so why wasn't she mad at Ian? Maybe she was just tired, too tired to hold a grudge. Yeah, that was probably it. With the kitchen now in pristine condition and Ian off in his room, Eric finally stepped out of the room and made her way toward her own room, deciding in her mind that she would spend the rest of the day avoiding the medic.
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