[a still-headless, equally tired Yoko stands nearby, wanting to nag him for no good reason, and trails off before she can find something to nag him about. What she really means to say is that she's happy that he isn't appearing all mauled and bloodied anymore.
Yoko sluggishly comes closer, then lays beside him--the cold, faint, ghostly sensation of her head laying itself in his lap.]
Idiot...
["I love you".
She's trying her hardest not to act sleep-depraved, but it's not exactly working out. If she thinks that she can get decent sleep because his wounds have disappeared, however, she's got another thing coming.]
[Action]defiantstandSeptember 21 2010, 11:14:09 UTC
[The look he gives the headless form of his friend could practically be summed up as "Are you shitting me?" Apparently, he'd held some expectation that vanquishing his tormentor would somehow have returned everything to normal. Clearly, this would not be the case.
Whether he'd merely gotten used to it, was just too tired to react or just was never phased in the first place would be difficult to judge at this point. He paid her a token bit of attention as he eyed the pokéball holding the Haunter that'd been causing such a fuss.]
Tch... yer still lookin' like the shit of nightmares.
Wonder where the hell yers is hiding... we'll kick its ass next.
Thanks, [she says flatly, though the bit of attention does not go unnoticed. At this point she's glad to have anyone pay any attention to her that didn't involve screaming or wincing or looking away. At least she knew that Kamina could face her decapitated visage without fear....as she did for him. Well, not exactly without fear. But she tried her damndest not to be bothered by it.]
The fog's gone away, so that's going to make it a lot harder for it to hide. It can only keep this up for so long, right? It's just a matter of time...
[For a little bit, he was quiet. Kamina was clearly doing his best to focus on keeping himself together. The lack of sleep had made him grumpy and his own psychological make-up was translating a great majority of the fear he should have been feeling into anger that he was just barely keeping in check. And for him, it would be a gross violation of his conduct as a man to lose that kind of rage on someone undeserving of it -especially someone he actually cared so much for.]
I waited mine out... unless yers if bigger or some kinda super-spook, it ain't gonna last much longer... and when it gives up...
[Oddly, he left the finish to that sentence to the redhead's imagination. He wanted this done with so he could rest, pull himself together and then get back to what he loved doing here. And realizing that this hindrance was causing such a headache only seemed to add to his aggravation.]
[By now, Kamina's decided that trusting his senses of sight or sound weren't going to get him anywhere. So the visage of this person that looked pretty convincingly like a grown-up Simon was sooner met with a raised eyebrow and a clear glint of annoyance.
With a grumble, he clamored to his feet, glancing around the woods for something.]
WHAT?! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE OF YA OUT THERE?!
STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH ME! I'M GETTING REALLY SICK OF THIS SHIT!
IF YA WANT YER ASS KICKED THAT BADLY -LINE UP! I GOT PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT LAST BEATIN' CAME FROM
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You shouldn't have...
[a still-headless, equally tired Yoko stands nearby, wanting to nag him for no good reason, and trails off before she can find something to nag him about. What she really means to say is that she's happy that he isn't appearing all mauled and bloodied anymore.
Yoko sluggishly comes closer, then lays beside him--the cold, faint, ghostly sensation of her head laying itself in his lap.]
Idiot...
["I love you".
She's trying her hardest not to act sleep-depraved, but it's not exactly working out. If she thinks that she can get decent sleep because his wounds have disappeared, however, she's got another thing coming.]
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Whether he'd merely gotten used to it, was just too tired to react or just was never phased in the first place would be difficult to judge at this point. He paid her a token bit of attention as he eyed the pokéball holding the Haunter that'd been causing such a fuss.]
Tch... yer still lookin' like the shit of nightmares.
Wonder where the hell yers is hiding... we'll kick its ass next.
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The fog's gone away, so that's going to make it a lot harder for it to hide. It can only keep this up for so long, right? It's just a matter of time...
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I waited mine out... unless yers if bigger or some kinda super-spook, it ain't gonna last much longer... and when it gives up...
[Oddly, he left the finish to that sentence to the redhead's imagination. He wanted this done with so he could rest, pull himself together and then get back to what he loved doing here. And realizing that this hindrance was causing such a headache only seemed to add to his aggravation.]
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Bro...?
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With a grumble, he clamored to his feet, glancing around the woods for something.]
WHAT?! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE OF YA OUT THERE?!
STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH ME! I'M GETTING REALLY SICK OF THIS SHIT!
IF YA WANT YER ASS KICKED THAT BADLY -LINE UP! I GOT PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT LAST BEATIN' CAME FROM
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