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cal_sitter

193 Near Disasters

May 26, 2009 19:12

Video/Action at Hinode Dojo[Niko begins with the rhythmic pattern that is a time-honored tradition between fist and punching bag. The muffled impact of his knuckles against leather produces a disciplined, even sound. It's the small tells one has to watch for as he methodically strikes out: the features too carefully schooled to neutrality, the ( Read more... )

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justashow May 26 2009, 23:44:49 UTC

...Should I bring ice packs for you too?

cal_sitter May 26 2009, 23:54:35 UTC

No.

justashow May 26 2009, 23:55:45 UTC

Plaster for the wall, perhaps?

cal_sitter May 26 2009, 23:56:40 UTC

Later.

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1inageneration May 27 2009, 00:03:22 UTC

...Cal?

cal_sitter May 27 2009, 00:05:31 UTC

The City sent him home.

1/2 1inageneration May 27 2009, 00:06:45 UTC

I know. I did the exact same thing when they sent Dawn home.

1inageneration May 27 2009, 00:07:02 UTC

I'm sorry, Niko.

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voice; reginagloriae May 27 2009, 00:44:43 UTC

Niko?

voice; cal_sitter May 27 2009, 00:51:29 UTC

What is it?

voice; reginagloriae May 27 2009, 01:27:04 UTC

Are you feeling okay there?

voice; cal_sitter May 27 2009, 01:29:32 UTC

Fine.

[Said so calmly it's obvious he's not.]

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voice handsomejack May 27 2009, 00:54:24 UTC

Bad wall!

Hit it again.

voice cal_sitter May 27 2009, 00:56:45 UTC

Not unless it learns to hit back.

voice handsomejack May 27 2009, 00:58:48 UTC

But you won't play with the walls that hit back.

voice cal_sitter May 27 2009, 01:00:18 UTC

Not the ones that don't deserve to be killed.

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action; winewomenand May 27 2009, 01:28:09 UTC

Robin had spent the majority of the day out of the house (which is nothing unusual, given that he views 'home' as a place to sleep and entertain under most circumstances), finishing his work, finishing his dinner date, and having left that satisfied and looking for something to do that would involve more than just two people. He'd had no idea that what was going to happen would happen. He wasn't psychic. He didn't want to be psychic ( ... )

action; cal_sitter May 27 2009, 01:40:31 UTC

Niko had turned his back on the PDA and turned the ringer off, forcing callers to deal with voicemail or messages left unanswered on the network. He was't doing any of the things Kyle had feared he would. One hole in the wall and a ruined punching bag appeared to be sufficient outlets for his frustration.

The emotion was still there, Niko's temper carefully contained by his complete stillness. He stood at the center of the room, watching nothing, his arms crossed beneath his chest.

Ambient light from the street provided the only illumination in the room. Shadows etched his features in stark contrast to his hair and helped to mask his expression.

"Kyle called you?"

action; winewomenand May 27 2009, 01:56:35 UTC

Goodfellow shrugged, kicking the door shut behind him with an already naked foot. His fingers worked deftly at his tie, removing it, and then popping the top two buttons on his shirt, and then the buttons on his cuffs. A bright copper dagger found its way out of the fabric of the arm of Robin's shirt, and he held it lightly in two fingers, away from his torso.

"He called me. He told me what happened, and I came here. He thinks I'm going to wrestle you into quiet submission and tell you to go home and sleep it off or something. I have no doubt."

The other arm crossed over Robin's chest, partially protectively and partially contemplatively. He'd just realized Caliban was gone himself, and that emotion was swimming through his chest, visible only in the almost-cranky set of his jaw.

"Do you need help?"

The point of the dagger then found its way to gesticulate at Niko's hair, Robin's eyebrows raising, neither encouraging or discouraging.

action; cal_sitter May 27 2009, 02:11:22 UTC

The younger man remained as he was. Robin was visible at the periphery of his vision, and so the was the knife. More than one offer was implicit in the wave of its tip.

Niko ignored them both. He knew what Kyle expected. He knew what Captain Harkness expected. He knew what the majority of people he had met would want him to do now, the sympathies that would be expressed, the suggestions made with the best intentions. None of it was important. Those were rational solutions, and at that moment, Niko was not a rational man. A rational man would understand that his brother's departure meant nothing in the long run.

All Niko could see was waking from his nightmares without the daily reassurance of his brother's physical presence.

"Go away, Robin," he said softly.

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