Can't feel a single thing from my head to my toes.

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Who: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and Maya Fey.
When: Oooh boy... Last Thursday? Yeah.
Where: A street in sector 9.
Summary: When they say it's a crazy powerswap day, they really mean that it's a crazy powerswap day. That is to say -- Wolfwood loses it, and Maya's around to save the sector.
Warnings: Violence. Language. Heroine Mediums.

Comments

... I'm so sorry for this tl;dr crap

[acemedium]

In midst all of these emotions, he might picked up some from a little spirit medium-turned-Hollow stumbling along a wall and trying to support herself.

Panic. Not so much because she was afraid she'd lose control (After all, she'd held it even after Giovanni hounded her and shot her - it was only after that, when he'd started) - but because she was hurt and if anyone found out (especially Phoenix or Godot), it would be bad. Very. Bad. That thought alone was sending her into waves of anxiety - Phoenix would worry and possibly do something stupid - Godot would get so angry... Last time she got hurt so many people were upset and worried....

And then somewhere under all of that, buried, was her own pain and fear and hunger. Physical pain - Giovanni grazed her leg (and she'd hurt it even more trying to run away) and shot her in the shoulder. It was a mess even though the bullet wasn't there and it had started to heal itself as soon as she'd gotten out of that Voided area (she'd ripped off part of her uniform and wrapped it very sloppily

I'm so sorry for /my/ tl;dr crap. :<

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Someone was feeling smart-someone was planning something big, booming- someone was hungry, sick, tired and hurt (someone was familiar--)- someone was excited, jubilant, angry, bereft, furious, depressed, everything and anything and who was he to stand out, anyway?

It was when he whirled on two confused-but-irritated-but-bored-but-disgruntled men who tried to make a grab for his shoulders, when he summarily broke one of their noses with an elbow and took the other down with a swift punch in the stomach, when a woman screamed and the Punisher clattered to the ground that he realized something might not have been wholly right.

But by then, there was just to much: he wanted to be happy, he wanted to be sad, he wanted to, he wanted to kill. No, he couldn’t kill, that’d make that idiot frown- monster, not idiot, he really needed to remember that- “Would you assholes just give a guy a second to think?” Dear God, everything was so loud.Someone who was feeling unhappy-scared-determined-competitive managed to knock him in the back of the head

NEVER APOLOGIZE DARLING

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It couldn't be. No, it really, really, couldn't be. He'd been so kind to her, even taken care of her back when Yaha had one arm wrapped around Phoenix and the other one at her throat. The idea that he was hurting people, about to kill--

It was ridiculous. There was just no way (wasn't he a priest... And there he was. Somebody she'd liked, somebody she'd trusted - not just in a brawl, but causing it, punching and kicking and fighting and

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There was a haze in his mind, a droning in his ears-fighting was one instinct he could always, always fall back on, and that was the case here. There was no thought, no rationale behind this fight; if pressed, he’d prove to not even remember what had sparked off the first attack. The man might have looked angry, might have looked terrified: it didn’t matter, since all he knew was that it only took a single blow to a man’s temple to knock them flat, maybe or maybe not forever.

And yet, something did break through.

His arm locked up - immediately, just as automatically as when he’d swung it - just an inch away from her face, eyes going wide behind his sunglasses. What…?(Loud, loud, it was still unbearably loud. Panic, stress, restlessness, desperation and fear but determination, too, something that seemed to jab inbetween his ribs and never let up

Timeskip two days lata!

[acemedium]

[He'd taken her home with him.]

[He'd taken her home with him, had his doctor roommate bandage her (he'd been nice. She'd been terrified - but Wolfwood had been nearby, so she stayed as still as she could, closed her eyes, and assured herself Wolfwood wouldn't let anything happen)

Her fears had been irrational, anyway. It's not like she'd gotten any urges to suddenly attack Tenma when he he was treating her, even though it hurt and she was scared. It had gone without a hitch and she'd felt a little better. It was still healing on its own, so....

After that, she'd quietly thanked them both, pulled herself (with difficulty) over to a little spot out of the way (out of his way; she was troubling him enough as is) against the wall in the apartment, had settled herself there in a sitting position, and hadn't moved since then (aside from washing herself - that she'd always do). Her hair remained down and she'd stayed in the clothes she'd been given, she didn't eat, (she was starving to death, and every minute she felt weaker, but-) she

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[she was a stupid, stupid girl, and he was a stupid, stupid man, and together, without Tenma, Wolfwood was sure the entire place would have gone to ruin because of their combined stupidity.]

[or something similar to that, anyway. right now, right here, he'd just gotten back from a quick (no more than an hour) run to the local contact point with St. Mathew. there was another bounty within the price range that he needed, and the information was solid enough that he was reasonably sure he could catch the man in a week, if all went well-- but coming home to that girl still sitting in the corner of a room, just sitting there, well. that wasn't his definition of things 'going well.']

[but he didn't say anything about it. he dropped the Punisher with a clunk next to the door - kicked off his shoes, nudged them into a neat row, shoved his shaking hands (someone down the hallway was feeling anxiety, and it was strong enough that he was wondering if there wouldn't be an ambulance pulling up soon) into his pockets and craned his neck to look

[acemedium]

[She heard him come in, as usual. He'd barely been gone, she didn't even know how long, but yet, even in the pathetic, lifeless state that she was in, it stirred up that elusive feeling of safety]

[(She'd feel guilty, too, if she could reach that, but she was just so, so, tired)]

[That crumpled little bundle of girl still didn't move even with him here, though. Not until he was drawing close and addressing her, and she lifted her head up to look at him, acknowledging his greeting and waiting to see if there was anything he wanted her to say or do.]

[(She'd wish she had the strength to greet him properly and welcome him back, if she could reach that, but she was just so, so, tired)]

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[starving children. what did you do with starving children?]

[he'd seen his fair share before, of course - Gunsmoke had loads of them, of all shapes and sizes, and the fact that she was technically older than him made no difference. she was starving, and she looked like a child. that was all he needed to know.]

[she was responding to him still, though. that was good.]

[he jerked his chin up and over toward the general area of the kitchen, a questioning tilt to his head and a pointedly raised eyebrow. so long as she could focus on him and keep lucid, she wasn't gone yet. (how much longer was this going to last? he wasn't angry at her-- probably couldn't be, at this point- but at that damned Core. it was messing with all of them, and his patience was wearing out).]

[still, right. priorities. he was finding he couldn't wait for the Core, but he could sound beyond patient with this:] You drink anything today, girlie?