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Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
« Reply #30 on: October 06, 2019, 09:45:47 AM »
Relying on his one good ear to orientate himself, Rico could pick up on movement in the general facility.  There were soft grunts of effort in front of him, and muttered words he couldn't quite grasp.  It sounded like Aria, though the rolling of wheels really threw him off.  What was she doing? At least she was alive, that was one major concern out of the way.  But alive, and rolling furniture around; it sounded like her chair that she often scooted across from desk to workbench with.  That, wasn't all too out of place, but it didn't sound right.  Especially coupled with her cold shoulder, though it was a silence she soon broke once she was within reaching distance. 
Aria granted Rico access to his visuals again, but apparently his targeting and similar tools were still offline, so the merc gave the small woman his full, undivided boring attention.  It was very strange to look through bland eyes, but it wasn't made easy with the headache he was experiencing; literally, and metaphorically.  Aria met the Australian with her high-tech welding equipment; torch fuming, and very close to his face.  Rico recoiled from the heat with a wary glance to the blue flame before flicking his attention desperately back to Aria. His cyber blue eyes alarmed and pleading for answers as he yet again tested the strength of his restraints.  Now that he had his sight back, Rico could see he was in fact connected to an overturned work bench-- what?  His mind was whirling along with the dizziness.  He could guess what had happened, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Aria, relax." He tried to assure her that, whatever she'd faced moments before was not what she was met with now.

There was blood, a lot of blood.  Rico knew it wasn't his-- where was Aria hurt? He wanted to assess the younger mage, but she was making doing ANYTHING impossible right now.
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Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
« Reply #31 on: October 06, 2019, 10:03:30 AM »
 Aria's weary expression very quickly turned into a seething glare. The flame of her torch was hungry, though keeping the torch on for too long would end up burning her hand. That fleshy, damaged arm.
 "Did you just tell me to relax? You brutish, top-heavy, Ozzy midget--" She quickly cut herself off, realising he was actually talking to her. A far cry from the silent treatment he had been giving her before. Her gaze quickly went to his hands, looking for any sign of conjured weapons.
 If she never, ever saw a gun in her life ever again, it would be too soon. And she was too exhausted to keep up this air of violence. It was tiring -- it wasn't at all who Aria was, and the man was bloody tied up!
 She turned the flame off and let the torch drop, her shoulders slumping back in the chair. When she closed her eyes, her eyelids became heavy - hard to open. In fact, she felt cold, but there was a sheen of sweat covering her body. This was why you treated injuries immediately. They could go any way at the drop of a coin. With a heavy breath, Aria opened her eyes once-more and picked the protective skin off her face, looking over to Rico.

 "I'm going to feel your head now. I want you to tell me if you feel any tenderness or pain wherever I feel. I can't use your eyes to check if they're responsive, but if you tell me your symptoms..." A bit of tapping on her arm rebooted the system of Rico's eyes; it might have been a bit overwhelming, but all his systems should be coming back online now. "You hit your head pretty bad, and you're already lacking enough brain cells that you may as well preserve the few that are lingering about in there..."
 She reached forward with her hand.
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Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
« Reply #32 on: October 07, 2019, 08:00:06 AM »
The aggression Rico was met with was quite baffling.  He had no idea what previously transpired between them, yet catching Aria shifting her focus to his suspended hands had the merc dreading his earlier, quiet speculation. 
Her arm was wounded, he could see the slice across her forearm from where he uncomfortably slumped, though his visual feed was hindered by the lack of specialist tools.  It was a bad graze from what he could gather, but it was obvious the flesh wound wasn’t what was causing the excessive red smearing around them. Though it was clear he had inflicted the wound. An amount of guilt weighed down heavily in his heart was he came to terms with this. Aria was never suppose to get hurt.
When the torch was shut off, and Aria took to reclining in her seat with what appeared as relief, Rico figured he was met with a safe enough intermission to further assess the situation.
Picking out details as made a lot easier without that torch snarling in his face. One vital detail, a pretty obvious one as it has Rico quite literally seeing red, was found on Aria’s knee, or what was left of it. There was a make-shift clamp already above the wound, but fishing hell did she need to get that seen to-
She was alert again, but very weak, and very tired. Rico didn’t need cranium hacking to figure that out. It was plain as day.

“No,” was his response to the doctor’s warning of approach. Rico went the extra distance to lean his head back from her reach with a glare of reluctance. He wasn’t sure how he’d gained this injury, or how extensive it was, but he sure as hell wasnt about to let his first suspect poke the tender places so soon.
“I can, tell…. you,” though his voice was as hoarse as ever. Using it caused him pain, and not using it made his vocal cords seize up. There was no winning for him.
“I’m concussed,” he confirms around a grimace; his eyes interface had come back on, and Rico’s reaction was akin to being suddenly exposed to a bright light. The symptoms didn’t last long, and his irises were quick to refocus. But none of it was helpful for his throbbing head.
“That’s nothin, new,” he regards in tandem, “what happened.”
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Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
« Reply #33 on: October 07, 2019, 09:03:04 AM »
 Rico moving away from her was enough of a gesture of bad faith that it had Aria narrow her eyes, her fingers curling into a loose fist. Her hand hovered for a second, then dropped back to her side. She sighed, especially as Rico decided to act all tough about having a head injury. Part of her - most of her - wanted to go into a long spiel about the gravity of the situation in taking a hit to the head, and how it most definitely was not something to just shrug off, if there was any swelling, or - god forbid! - bleeding, it was definitely not something to take lightly!
 The glare that Rico had levelled on her was aggravatingly stubborn. That was nothing new; Rico was stubborn enough to try and win a staring contest with the Sun if it didn't fit his plans for the day. Aria knew he wouldn't be hearing any of her lecturings right now, but for peace of mind, she'd at least need to get a little bit out.
 "Nothing new? Classified, you took a nasty hit to the head and was out for a few minutes, I just want to check there's no swelling, or bleeding, nothing out of the ordinary..." Though, as she expected, she merely trailed off under that relentless stare.

 She scanned her office. Previously absolutely pristine, other than the mess of papers that had lain on her workbench, it was now in tatters. Paper, blood, tools, all of it littered the floor, and her keyboard had been completely decimated. Somehow, it was the sight of the keyboard that made her cringe -- that had been expensive! One of the few things Aria actually spent money on!
 Her grey gaze rested on Rico's hands again. He seemed normal, and claimed not to have any recollection of the events that just transpired - but that wasn't normal! It could easily have been a trick. Aria was exactly the type of gullible young fool to eat that right up, and then get a bullet in the back of the skull because she'd let her guard down! She had already granted him his eyes back. That was enough trust for now.
 "You genuinely don't recall," Her voice was laced in doubt, and she mimicked a buzzer noise. "Nuh-uh. Try again. Either your head is more beat up than I thought or you're pulling my le--" she cringed. "My leg."
 "You have the footage. You can just look around and guess. Why the hell should I tell you?" It was hard to stop the irritation from colouring her tone; that sounded like the type of uncreative story Rico would cook up to--
 No! Ugh, her head hurt! Everything hurt, but what hurt the most - well, other than the leg - was how nonsensical this all was! There was no reason for Rico to hurt her! There was no sense in any of this, it was absolutely ridiculous! Was the bloody sky falling? Everything was anarchy!
 "You got teleported here. I'm not too focused on what the other two are doing - for obvious reasons - but you knocked here all ready for violence. Violence ensued. Now we're here. Happy now?"
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Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
« Reply #34 on: October 08, 2019, 10:39:04 AM »
No matter how persistent Aria was about his head, Rico wasn’t about to have a bar of it.  He noticed that fist of her’s ball up within sight, but even then the man was unfazed. He remained hard, and his decision remained unwavering as she tried her hand at persuading him once more and was promptly met with a subtle shake of the man's head, no. He wasn’t going to let her. Instead, there were other things to sort, such as;
How… did I get-?a blow to the fishing head?  There was only one way to successfully do that, and Aria was the only other person in the room.  As much as she didn’t trust him, Rico could safely say he was positioned in the same boat. She might look like a petite, non-combative individual, but there was nothing to say she couldn’t stand her ground in her own environment. This was her office, her second home surely; she knew the ins and outs, and what she could use in her favour. Right now, she was as innocent as the steel table that now confined Rico in place.

Aria had shrunk away from his glare in the meantime, and it had the Australian sighing his gruff frustrations through his nose.  This was an utter unpleasant excrement-fest, and he had no recollection of what had gone on yet.  Rico knew one thing for certain though, whatever he’d been doing between Ireland and now, he was once again fishing exhausted.  It could partly be due to some kind of extensive activity, or more likely the concussion causing him to go comatose.  Either way his chin rested heavily on his collar for a moment while Aria regained her composure.
Yes, he couldn’t remember a damn thing. Why else would he be asking? It would come as a surprise to her, but Rico was as much of a victim here as she was. The mention of her leg however brought his attention up from the floor. That knee was absolutely banana'd; why hadn’t she treated it yet?
Rico’s frown returned in conjunction to that knee; glaring as if pointing out that Stupid should tend to the open wound first.
Prioritise,” he grunts disapprovingly, “your threat, detained. Objective, fix, leg.” 
Feeling was lost in his right hand as all the blood from his appendage felt like it’d pooled in his shoulder. Though instead of complaining about his treatment, Rico took Aria’s suggestion and began sifting through whatever footage his eyes retained while Aria gave him her trimmed version of the story.  His gaze grew distant while he seemingly stared at the opposite wall; watching the coverage at a quickened pace.

What he saw didn’t bode well for him.

No he wasn’t happy, he never was, especially not now, and he voices this answer with his attention returning to the young mage, deadpan stare in place.  This whole situation could’ve easily gone tits up for Aria; Rico was a trained killer in more ways than one.  But it hadn’t, though neither of them had escaped the confrontation unscathed.  This was a stroke of luck in all honesty.
Ximena had instructed her weapon to kill the girl, and whatever that vampire wanted from her weaponised voodoo doll, she received in glistening packages.  It chilled Rico to his very core; it disgusted him.  But he was truly grateful that he hadn’t killed his friend.  Being cuffed and waking up to a Bob Ross feed however, Rico didn’t consider that as his type of cheerful wake ups. There was still the chance he was having some form of fever-dream in the midst of torture--

Be thankful, still alive.
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Re: The Game of Cat and Mouse Begins (DOCKY, FLINT, GID, AND MAYBE ASTA)
« Reply #35 on: October 08, 2019, 12:12:04 PM »
 It would never be smart to expect any manner of intellectual conversation with one Rico Classified. This was certainly no exception to the rule. Perhaps his throat was causing too much pain for him to string full sentences together, but his words were - as usual - laboured, gruff, and harsh on the ears. He sounded like he was auditioning for the role of a Tolkein orc.
 Aria never appreciated being denied the opportunity to give medical care, and she did not appreciate it now. He was scolding her (the nerve!) for not looking after her leg?! As if she could have fixed it in such a small amount of time? Aria was smart, yes, but she wasn't a bloody miracle worker. Her eyes narrowed on the man before her, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable with the position he had been placed in, with no small degree of scorn.

 His gaze grew distant. To most people, it would look as if he had merely grown bored with the conversation topic. That may have been true; both Aria and Rico had a tendency to have their attention wane when a topic was too distressing - or, rather, too personal. Aria knew a lot less about Rico than she thought she would have. His past had never mattered before, but if this woman was really causing so much trouble, it wasn't just people he grew close to that were endangered. It was everyone he was even near to. The man was a ticking time bomb at this point. Could he not see that?
 The last thing Aria needed was disapproval from the man who blew her leg out, to begin with. A number of derogatory terms floated across her thoughts directed at him, and though she didn't say them, they must have been plain as day on her face. She felt like sulking, though she was equally sure someone tended to sulk when they'd been shot!
 "Yes, Rico. Let me just fix my leg. Just stand by while I grab a bone saw, because short of just growing a completely new leg, I'm pretty sure I should just throw the whole damn leg away," She was trying to sound disapproving, and missed the mark completely on that front. Her stress had her voice come out wavering, shaky, she sounded on the verge of crying. She wasn't going to cry, but her voice didn't seem to get the message.

 At the rate she was feeling, she was going to pass out before she could even gather enough trust to set Rico free. Her eyes closed once more and took even longer to force open again. There wasn't any reaction she even had for the glare he fixed on her.
 Aria really just wanted to go home.
 "Your vampire is still outside, I assume," She managed to get out, her gaze fixed on his hands again. No matter how much she focused, that metal wouldn't move - she'd need to touch it. Oh, the limitations of a human body... "I suppose I won't be alive much longer if she starts wondering what's happened with you."
 It felt humiliating to move. To have to admit how thoroughly she had been incapacitated; her face grew flushed as she shifted herself from the chair, almost hitting the ground too roughly, and used her synthetic arm to pull the table closer to herself. Everything below her knee was unusable, practically disconnected, and so her movement couldn't even be described as a limp - or a hop - but more of a dragging motion until her fingers could touch the metal around Rico's wrists, opening the cuffs up.
 She very quickly collapsed against the table and put her face in her hands.

 "You be thankful that I'm a terrible Sanctuary operative. Anyone else would have you in the Gaol." She mumbled feebly into her hands.
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« Reply #36 on: October 10, 2019, 01:16:58 AM »
The attitude he received in return was deserving of an eye-roll, though Rico still couldn't shift comfortably to try and escape the topic successfully.  At this point he'd usually turn his attention away and not admit to his miscalculation, and focus on something else, but that was a useless feat right now. Though in the end it was a good thing he didn't pry his attention far away, for if he had he'd have missed those telltale queues of Aria's dwindling health.  She needed medical attention, and as soon as he was out of his restraints he'd find something for her.  Not everyone could be as stubborn as himself when it came to wounds; it'd taken too long to convince him to seek Siobhan in the first place. His ribs, eyes, and general sleep deprivation had nearly been cured when he'd spent just 24 hours with the Vampire, still as ironic as it was to trust a Vampire for him.  Besides, it could be considered the least he could do for Aria after the violence she'd been forced to undergo. No matter how much she'd try and make herself seem heated, and probably knock him out cold again, she was still in need. Though, she probably wants as much distance from him as she could get; Rico would understand. Everybody got hurt around him, so it was possibly for the best.

The news of Ximena being in the building rekindled an inner fire, one that had sputtered to nothing within the moments that'd come to pass. His attention immediately directed itself to the strewn Gatling gun, though it was painfully out of reach.  It was a weapon he hadn't quite gotten the art of conjuring yet; there were so many parts to it, he hadn't had time to sit down and take one apart thoroughly.  But, having one on hand was a gift from the gods.  He could use it against Ximena... if he was suppose to be under the Vampire's influence currently, perhaps the merc could trick her into believing he was still under her control.  That way he could get close enough with rapid firepower...
Rico's plans were momentarily interrupted when the table he was attached to was yanked to an askew angle, jarring his shoulder in the process in order for Aria to reach the bonds.  Apparently Rico was trustworthy enough now to release.  Personally, he wouldn't trust himself.  He couldn't, not with Ximena lingering like a pungent stench.  Though watching Aria was more painful than the knowledge of that gun being out of reach.  He'd seriously massacred that leg of her's, and it was noting to be proud about.  If it was anyone else, sure, but not Aria.  Rico's brows relaxed, and he tried to convey his apology with an expression while Aria detached the metal.  Once he was released, a hand started rubbing his numb wrist as he looked over to the younger mage.  She was knackered, and probably wanted to go home at this rate. Again, he wouldn't blame her, "The Gaol is, where I belong," he'd no longer be a threat then.  And if she'd sent him there in the first place, this entire fishing unpleasant excrement-show could've been avoided.  Why did she trust him so much?

"What can I do," this he asks a little more easily now he wasn't propped up strangely, and his hands he keeps within sight, "for you?"  Because the world could wait a second until the Australian could be sure his friend was ok.
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« Reply #37 on: October 10, 2019, 09:18:34 PM »
 The Gaol was where he belonged, was it? If that's how he wanted to act, then fine. For once, Aria would not disagree. Rico was prone to constant periods of sorrow; he'd tell her he was dangerous, not worth knowing, and Aria would usually pin it down on it being symptomatic of depression and ignore the warnings.
 She still couldn't really find it in herself to blame him. It wasn't his fault - not really - that this had happened, and it certainly wasn't his fault that she was injured (a remarkably lucky shot for a blind man). Sure, Rico probably wouldn't take it to heart if she was particularly angry at him, but she just wasn't. Her constant bravado had taken a lot out of her, she now just felt a little distant from it all.

 That didn't stop his movement, slow and languid as it was, from making her flinch away. Aria could tell herself it wasn't Rico's fault that she was injured all she wanted, but that didn't stop from the fact that it was the exact same face. Just now, his eyes weren't following her as if she was an opponent. The pitying expression was worse -- Aria was exasperated with feeling leagues weaker than every mage, she was tired of being so easy to harm -- if she wasn't just made of squishy bits, blood and bone and flesh...
 "I'm no victim," Aria assured Rico tiredly, leaning her head back against the worktop. "I'm not a delicate little girl... don't treat me like..." she trailed off, feeling as if the response would merely be a deadpan look and a; Don't act like a little girl, then.
 
 Hell, at least he was asking what he could do for her. The man may have been a terrifying force of nature, but at least he was polite about it. Most of the time. It didn't stop her from hoping he had a nasty headache.
 "You can make a start by not taking any painkillers. If you're concussed, they can worsen your symptoms," Aria saw fit to say, closing her eyes. "But I have a saline solution somewhere near my desktop. If you can find that and some disposable gloves, I can clean my wound and actually dress it, I've left it open to bacteria for dangerously long-- um... the damage is a little too severe, it'll need..." Amputating. Aria let out a long sigh. "I'll need to call a doctor with questionable ethics... just some cleaning and dressing will do for now."
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« Reply #38 on: October 14, 2019, 01:24:19 AM »
Even if he took moving as slow, and non-threatening as possible, it was clear Aria still held some amount of fear of him.  It wasn't the nicest of revelations that someone who you yourself regarded in high spirits could turn against you in moments.  Carelessness, controlled, or out of control actions taken into account, it was very easy to lose everyone you cared for in one stupid second. 
As this was the case, Rico relented and chose to keep his distance.  His head was killing him, but he was consciously choosing not to complain when there were more dire injuries to attend to, even if he squinted against the lightheadedness he was experiencing.

Her claims of not being a victim, or being a little girl were met with a confused furrow of the man's pained brow.  His initial thought was to remind her of how she was behaving, but thought better than to say anything to save an argument for now.  Threats were still dawning on them both from outside, threats which Rico couldn't for the life of him recall right this moment.  He'd need more time to sift through whatever footage had saved, but even then he probably could devise a plan to save their arses.  He'd cut it too close this time, and in not evading (like he usually did) he'd been a dumb c-nt and faced the fanged dog of female orientation face-on.  He needed a new plan...  Aria's instructions were heard, and Rico's attention slowly returned through the throbbing of his brain.  The tension in his abdomen wasn't helpful when he tried to get back onto his feet, so progression was slow and ascension didn't bode well either. Easy does it, he didn't want to black-out for a third time.
Through the barrage, Rico was able to locate the necessary tools and solutions, and an additional boiled sweet for Aria to bite on (sometimes pain required something extra). It was the cut-off sentence that had him pause in collecting the gauze.  It had his mind immediately swarming with all the wrong ideas, and he did not condone a single one of them.  He'd amputated limbs before, with an array of technique, but that couldn't be an option here. Not now.  Even if Aria was familiar with the lack of body parts, Rico wasn't about to be swayed into helping her remove--
No, instead of thinking about that he focused on saving it instead.  He had the tools, and lay them next to Aria as he eased himself back to a crouch in front of her to be of most use if need be.  Though, the most useful thing he could do right now was possibly alert Ximena to buy them some time;

  Classified: Target neutralised. Aria Kane is dead.

That would keep him in the clear for the time being, and focused on what was more important.  Perhaps, it was time to come clean.  Aria had been through more than Rico would've dreamed of allowing in the space of a few months.  Being associated with him was detrimental to one's well-being, and frankly Rico was thankful Aria wasn't a little girl and could hold herself in such confrontations.  maybe having cybord eyes was a fortunate thing after all.

"Tell me," his roughly spoken words come forth again.  His idea was an attempt at diverting his own train of thought, he wasn't ready to spill the beans about aspects of himself he tried to hide from, "why do, you have hotlinks to, seal sex?"
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« Reply #39 on: October 14, 2019, 08:35:13 PM »
 At least the soldier got straight to work. His movements were laboured, but he wasn't dawdling. There wasn't exactly any time to be wasted right now, especially not with Monty--
 Oh, unpleasant excrement. Monty! How could she forget the man who was scrapping with a vampire?! And how was the whole Sanctuary not alerted?! This time, it couldn't even be blamed on her slacking off at work! They needed to get to him, she needed to-- severe doubts about his ability to fend off such a volatile woman were plaguing her mind, and if the man got harmed because of her request, then she didn't even know how she'd live with herself.
 Aria may not have been a scrapper, but a ruined leg had never stopped her from accomplishing anything before. It certainly wasn't going to now. She shifted her leg slightly, using both hands to set it properly - the glow from her cybernetics lit up her chest and neck, indicating that her breathing was being regulated, a forced relaxed pace.
 
 In fact, she hadn't even noticed Rico was over her again. Her mind had been focused on trying not to cry like a little girl. His question was even more bizarre than his hovering. Was he stalling? Did the vampire scare him that much? There was so much that Aria just didn't know.
 "Seal sex?" She repeated dumbly, her expression blank. "I... oh! I-it's a nature documentary thing. They're elephant seals. The only time you get all the elephant seal content is during breeding season, so..." She said her explanation as if it answered every question that Rico could possibly have had about why she had it, what use she had for it, and why exactly she used it.
 Snapping a glove on her organic hand, Aria grabbed the saline solution - trying to ignore the slight shake - and focused her efforts on cleaning the wound.
 "Besides, try and tell me that reading information on elephant seals isn't confusing and mildly distressing, I dare you..."

 This seemed like a pointless effort; even once the wound was cleaned and dressed, Aria's mobility was severely hindered, she couldn't just conjure--
 Aria let out an actual hum of approval. "Eureka moment! Where's my vellum and pencil? I need to blueprint something!"
 Her hands were still dressing the wound properly when she looked up at Rico, half expecting him to give her an exasperated - or confused - look. "I'll get it-- I've got an idea!" She hadn't finished her sentence before starting to shift, feeling blindly around for - ah, was that blueprint important? Well, it wasn't now. Her fingers wrapped around the bit of paper she'd grasped and smoothed it on the ground beside her, twisting her hip at an odd angle to start sketching.
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