DEPLOYMENT 10: Row, Row, Who Cut Da Powah?!

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[ACTION - A (Outside 847 Goldberg Street, Afternoon)]

[Well, this past week has been rather annoying. Balin's done what he can to help insulate the house, what with the lack of power and all. He's also been going on supply runs, trying to find whatever might still be available at the General Store and other places Downtown. Which hasn't been much.

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A! Sorry for the lateness.

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[ Tsunade, immediately upon seeing the gun materialize and smack him in the eye from her cozy living room, moves her body at surprising speeds for an, at this point, physically eighty year old woman to his location. She approaches him with some level of caution though, she doesn't quite know what the giant barrel in his hands do. However, within a minute of hitting the ground, she's already attempting to roll him over with a very surprising level of raw strength. ]

Are you injured? Any substantial injury to your eye? [ She's already looking at his eye trying to determine if it'll bruise, or, at the very least, leave him unable to open his eye quickly. ]

No worries! I'm glad someone tagged me. :'D Does Tsunade look 80 right now?

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[Balin's too busy recoiling from the way that pistol smacked him in the face to resist getting rolled over by Tsunade. Though, it surprises the hell out of him to find himself on the ground with a woman demanding to know if he's okay. He was almost expecting it to be Virginia.]

Uh-ow, jeez-I dunno, it still hurts-who'a hell are you-?

[He's squinting a bit, so it might be hard to tell how much of it might be from swelling or just him recoiling in pain. It's also making it hard to make out what Tsunade looks like beyond being a blond-haired woman. Though, where the gun smacked him does look like it's starting to bruise, at least.]

:'D All right and she does! Links within for reference.

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[ For Tsunade's age [1][2]. God bless medical ninja grannies! ]

I'm Tsunade, and if you aren't senselessly robbing a mailbox, your neighbor. I'm a medic, now hold still. [ she certainly is fortunate he didn't hear her hubbub when she arrived a week ago.

Fortunately, Tsunade's decades years of medical experience can already tell its bruising. Now, she picks up the photo and the handgun and begins to try and carry him into her home. She'll treat him there with ice, water, and no ninja magic ): but maybe a makeshift eye patch.

That'd be badass, right? ]

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Medic-?!

[Of course, from where Balin's from, "Medic" is not just a profession, it's a Tier IV Receptive military occupational specialty. Which means-]

You're from'a AFS?!

[-yep. Balin doesn't offer any resistance to being picked up, though. It wouldn't be too out of place for a female AFS soldier to carry somebody else after all!]

John Doe Park

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. .quite the shiner you got there, dude.

:D!

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Huh? Oh-

[Balin rubs the place where he got smacked by his own gun.]

Yeah. Fuckin' Mayfield's been makin' me hurt for everything it gives back.

>u>~!

[undying_heroism]

I'd offer ice, but [glances everywhere] you know.

[looks up at the tree]

Guess they figure this is enough to make us all warm and fuzzy inside?

This is one of the last tabs that still had the old comment page up ... ;_;

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Heh, yeah.

[Balin gives a small half-grin at that. The irony does humor him, if only circumstances weren't so dismal.]

Yeah, looks like it, don't it? ... You catch'a phone call just before all'is went down?