Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down [active/closed]
Characters: Diego and Toph
Content: Stubborn Diego refuses to use the buddy system and gets in trouble. Toph bails him out.
Location: On the way to Madison Square Garden from Library Hotel.
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Violence, language
Diego was a fiercely independent man and always had been. He never let Grossberg or Hammond butt in on his cases when he was a lawyer. He was alone on the day he met with Dahlia. Even in the hospital, blind and atrophied and half crippled, he refused to let doctors or nurses assist him more than they had to. He didn't want anybody to see the extent of his condition but himself.
And though he would spend no end of time warning Maya and Pearl not to go out by themselves, here he was walking to Madison Square Garden completely alone. There was a fire axe in one hand and his satchel of medicine bottles, mostly empty, in the other.
He'd been lucky so far not to see any of those rumored new crabs. There was a voice in his head telling him how stupid he was for going alone when they were out, but he shut it up by arguing that he could take perfectly good care of himself. The voice reminded him he'd been feeling weak again lately, developing a bit of a tremor in the same leg as before. That voice refused to be quieted. Hopefully fresh medication would get rid of it for a while.
Diego was nearly to Madison Square Garden when he stopped feeling as nervous. That was of course when the crabs showed up.
One of them approached slowly as though it were smelling him, and Diego met it in the face with the blade of his axe. The crab squealed and skittered backwards, then launched at him again-- it was only by the luck of his swing that he caught it in midair and knocked it back, just in time to hear one coming up from behind.
He dodged out of the way and now both crabs were upon him. They weren't messing around, these new ugly ones. Backing away, Diego raised his axe and prepared to whack whichever one came closer, all the while that voice in his head reminding him how this had happened before and how he was a stupid, stubborn bastard.
That voice was quieted when something tackled him from behind and brought him to his knees, some creature leaning all its weight on his back and claws suddenly pressing at the sleeves of his jacket.
Content: Stubborn Diego refuses to use the buddy system and gets in trouble. Toph bails him out.
Location: On the way to Madison Square Garden from Library Hotel.
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Violence, language
Diego was a fiercely independent man and always had been. He never let Grossberg or Hammond butt in on his cases when he was a lawyer. He was alone on the day he met with Dahlia. Even in the hospital, blind and atrophied and half crippled, he refused to let doctors or nurses assist him more than they had to. He didn't want anybody to see the extent of his condition but himself.
And though he would spend no end of time warning Maya and Pearl not to go out by themselves, here he was walking to Madison Square Garden completely alone. There was a fire axe in one hand and his satchel of medicine bottles, mostly empty, in the other.
He'd been lucky so far not to see any of those rumored new crabs. There was a voice in his head telling him how stupid he was for going alone when they were out, but he shut it up by arguing that he could take perfectly good care of himself. The voice reminded him he'd been feeling weak again lately, developing a bit of a tremor in the same leg as before. That voice refused to be quieted. Hopefully fresh medication would get rid of it for a while.
Diego was nearly to Madison Square Garden when he stopped feeling as nervous. That was of course when the crabs showed up.
One of them approached slowly as though it were smelling him, and Diego met it in the face with the blade of his axe. The crab squealed and skittered backwards, then launched at him again-- it was only by the luck of his swing that he caught it in midair and knocked it back, just in time to hear one coming up from behind.
He dodged out of the way and now both crabs were upon him. They weren't messing around, these new ugly ones. Backing away, Diego raised his axe and prepared to whack whichever one came closer, all the while that voice in his head reminding him how this had happened before and how he was a stupid, stubborn bastard.
That voice was quieted when something tackled him from behind and brought him to his knees, some creature leaning all its weight on his back and claws suddenly pressing at the sleeves of his jacket.