iii. - [ VOICE ]

[brandedjustice]

Anyone already signed up for the Task Force, I need you on the docks now. No questions, no nothing. I need that placed locked and secured.

[There's a harsh whirl of air; it nearly muffles Smoker's voice completely.]

Damnit, kid. Why did it have to be you?

[ooc; strikes are muffled. Smoker is raising hell by the docks and he's coming for you,

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Action;

[pseudism]

[It hit him so hard and with so much force that for a moment, Giovanni forget where he was, and what he was doing. The pain from the impact crawled up from his neck to encompass the back of his skull, synapses firing in clusters to the point that he could barely process them. When he came about, he'd buckled, inches from Smoker's face. The scent of tobacco hit him almost as strongly.

It was enough to make him remember. His gun wasn't in his hand any more, lay impotent somewhere to the side where he'd been trying to retrieve it, but that hardly mattered now. He was at least close enough to obscure Smoker's vision of his next move; he'd just need to be fast enough to take advantage of it.

His nose bumped against Smoker's. His workable hand grabbed the other gun, tucked in the back of his pants. He grazed his teeth on Smoker's lips, snarling, ready to rend and tear and smash through skin and bone and teeth to clamp his jaws down on anything...]

What is it you want me to eat, Commodore?

[... But he didn't

Action; after a million years ._.;;;

[meronymous]

[ it wasn't that far from here to the lab and back, but kasukabe had told jackson to run as smoothly as possible, so it would take at least a few minutes. ample time for him to cut through spike's ropes, rearrange his limbs in a slightly more comfortable, elevate his feet with a few bricks lying around, and then sit around the curbside waiting. and of course, being the fidgety type, he wasn't exactly just sitting still. the gloves drenched in smoker's blood, he'd carefully sealed in a plastic bag for later examination, and he sat holding them up to the light and squinting at the blood. it certainly didn't look any different --

ah. noise. his patient must have woken up. sliding the plastic bag back into his medipack, he turned to spike with his usual amiable smile ]

Hello! You probably don't want to get up just yet. I'm pretty sure it's nothing serious, but you still might have a concussion, so it's best to stay still.

[ ah, but while spike was sitting up. -- without really pausing his words, he'd pulled a penlight out of his

Action; ahhh also really slow oopes :(;;;

[7livesleft]

[The man in front of him was talking, and Spike did his best to process what he said through the pulsating pounding of his ears. An accident? Spike was scanning around him for the ambulance and thinking how much he hated hospitals before he remembered where he was. Just not how he got there.

Light flashing in his eye caught him off guard; for a brief second he saw a reflection of wires and circuitry and jerked back, slapping the hand away in the process.]

Hey!

[The sound of his own voice was distant, but he knew he'd said it loud enough for him to hear. In case he didn't, Spike added an accusing glare.]

What did you say? Who are you?

Action;

[meronymous]

[ ah -- at least it looked like there wasn't any bad damage, here, judging by the healthy tone of voice. brushing off the snapping answers with no effort, kasukabe only gave spike a grin. ]

A doctor. Call me Kasukabe, and I said that you probably shouldn't be moving around too much, since you might have a concussion. But hold still for the moment.

[ moving spike's raised arm out of the way with the gentle-but-firm, practiced hand of an expert, he leaned back in to check spike's other eye, giving a firm nod at the proper pupil contraction this time. not that he could resist checking the opposite eye, too. announcing, sounding fascinated, ]

Ooh, it's a fake. I wondered for a moment if I'd have to correct some nerve damage.

Action;

[7livesleft]

[He tensed and narrowed his eyes once Kasukabe was done examining them.]

Works just fine.

[There was a reason his partner usually doubled as his doctor back on the Bebop. Jet might have given him grief from time to time, but he knew better than to get too close to things that should be left alone. And even he didn't know about his eye.

With that he looked back towards the warehouse nearby. He thought about asking what happened, but he didn't particularly want to let on that he couldn't remember any of it. For all he knew, he'd fallen off the damn roof.]

So where did you come from?