((Ooooh, Sylph! ;_;))
"Yeah, feller over here freaked and started goofin' with this fancy thing," Shaar held up one gun, the other hidden somewhere on her person "and people tackled and screamed. Saw some light indirectly when I was down the hall, came rushin' up. That's about it." She winked.4/1/2011 #332 Report
((Whaaaaat? *goes from disappointed and parodically bitter to huffy* That's no fun! For you, at any rate. I hate it when people cancel on me!))
Amira glanced around the room in the same dazed fashion as Rafferty, hoping for a way out. It was so cliched. So girly. She would not say it--
"I'm sorry, I hate blood," she managed, then slammed the door behind her. Report. Report to senior officers. Yes. Do that...4/1/2011 . Edited 4/1/2011 #333 Report
"Shucks!" Shaar called, pointing at Destin. "Look's like that other bloke is gonna use his flashing thing again! You'd better talk to him about it, Mister Rafferty."4/1/2011 #334 Report
Rafferty grabbed Destin's arm just before he set the thing off. "Is that necessary?"4/1/2011 #335 Report
Shaar bolted out the door while both Rafferty and Amira were distracted. She ran like there was no tomorrow, and hoped she could either blast these cuffs with the 'gun' thing or pick the lock with her teeth.
Destin pointed at the practically sobbing Lewellyn and struggling Thompson.
"What do you suggest I do, Mr. Rafferty?"4/1/2011 . Edited 4/1/2011 #336 Report
((Look out! She's got a gonne!))
"Knock him out some other way, man," snapped Rafferty, sounding decidedly more upper-class than he had ten minutes ago. "I can't be having with this decorporization every other time i blink."4/1/2011 #337 Report
"What are you talking about?" Destin inquired sharply, hands settling on his hips.
Thompson hissed and started strangling Llewellyn. If she could block the blood flow to his brain, she could get him unconscious without killing him. Thought at the moment, killing him sounded like a bloody good idea.4/1/2011 #338 Report
"I am a vampire," snapped Rafferty, mirroring Destin's pose. "We don't take well to light, or haven't you heard? Ah, well done!" with a toothy smile at Thompson. "There's a woman with her head on her shoulders."4/1/2011 #339 Report
"As apposed to where?" Argon put in, referring to heads and shoulders.
"I suppose you live off the blood of man as well?" Destin quirked a brow, speaking sharply.
Thompson pulled herself to her feet and adjusted her belt.
"Whaddo we do with him?" she panted determinedly, jabbing her head Llewellyn's way.4/1/2011 #340 Report
Rafferty looked offended. "Not any more. I'm a b-totaller. Or will be once I find something to focus on--"
Amira returned loudly, deliberately not looking at the floor, preceded by a overly keen-looking young man.
"I'm Lance-constable Ping," he announced, and without missing a beat: "It's a dialect word for watermeadow. What seems to be the trouble?"4/1/2011 #341 Report
((Just so you know, the 'look out! She's got a gonne!" made me laugh XD))4/1/2011 #342 Report
((It's from Men At Arms. Read that one yet?))
Rafferty picked up the limp Llewellyn like a rag doll, offering him to Lance-constable Ping, who jumped back rather unprofessionally. "Bit of a to-do," he said apologetically. Amira gaped. This wasn't the sort of thing she joined up to deal with.4/1/2011 . Edited 4/1/2011 #343 Report
Destin and Argon blinked at each other. What was the problem? Both, for once, burst out laughing.
"Came looking for work, Sir. This man lost it. Post traumatic stress syndrome, the Blue said," Rockelle explained loudly.4/1/2011 #344 Report
Ping shook his head, trying to look forbidding and stern but coming across as more dyspeptic. "Tsk!" he said, bustling toward them. "Can't have that. Well-- er-- regulations don't have anything against offering the poor fellow a bed, I think. Bring him along, would you, Mister-- uh--"
"Lance-constable Rafferty," said Rafferty helpfully. Ping stared.4/1/2011 #345 Report
"You've worked in the law before?" Thompson queried sharply, curiosity touching her loud voice.
((Gtg. Thanks so much for playing! Lots of love, and give some to Sylph if she comes back on. Might be here again around ten *insert heart here*))4/1/2011 #346 Report
"Who, me? No, I'm just signed up now, ain't I?"
He appealed to Amira, who nodded warily. "I think you are..."
"There y'go, then. Lance-constable Rafferty, brand-new."
((See you later! I'm off too. And I might be back around the same time, or around 9:30))4/1/2011 #347 Report
Lew sighed with relief when the nanites signalled that all the tissue had been repaired and all blockages from the shrapnel, as it were, of the energy blast, had been cleared. His heart had been clenching with worry, he knew that really this was all his fault... And if there was one thing he wanted to avoid at all costs, it was responsibility.
Detritus' brain frankly hadn't been able to move fast enough to really take in any of these events, and he'd simply stood stock-still in the middle of it. Now he blinked. "What der hell was dat?" He asked stupidly.
Inirot opened his eyes with a feeling of relief and almost gratitude, but then that was washed away as he remembered that this was all technically Lew's fault. So he glared at the man who'd just made sure he'd have a chance to hold his baby daughter again.
((Was that enough high drama for y'all?))4/1/2011 #348 Report
Rafferty made a "I'm still standing here with this passed-out man in my arms" face.4/1/2011 #349 Report
"That." Inirot said in a flat, heavily accented voice, "Was not something that is ever to be repeating, are we all understanding?" He fixed them all with a glare. Then he rose to his full height. "He is needing more helping than can be given." He added, taking command the way he had in the war when all his superiors had been shot dead or turned into so much squishy shrapnel. "For now we are securing him in a place with dim lights, yes?" He tried to still muscles that were vibrating slightly from tension. Lew had to look down rather than meet that shining blue gaze.4/1/2011 #350 Report
((Hey, are you two still here?! :D))
"What'd you do to him, Thompson?" Argon asked, poking the unconscious Llewellyn in the shoulder.
"Cut off the blood flow. Knocked him out. He'll be fine," she answered. "Us on the other hand-- " Rockelle folded her arms seriously: "I don't think it's safe working with a loose canon like that. If you can't trust your comrades you can't trust yourself, and who's gonna get the job done then?"4/1/2011 . Edited 4/1/2011 #351 Report
Inirot gave Thompson a look of disgust. Humans were so damn predictable. Lew caught the edge of the look as it flickered over his face, and was struck yet again by the surprisingly ferocity behind that usually docile blue face. Inirot Garyod had hidden depths... Lew wasn't sure he really wanted to know any more about them.
"He is being traumatized and you are saying he is dangerous therefore- fttt?" He made a motion like extinguishing a candle. "Perhaps the idea of the caring of the wounded is not a human one." He suggested. "This is person in need of help, not just a...weakness." He seemed to be searching for the words, and the accent seemed to be thickening.4/1/2011 #352 Report
"You're overlooking the fact that this man 'in need of help' justshot you!" A second passed as her mind tried to wrap around the fact that Iniro washealed.She decided to ignore it and continued just as furiously: "I'm not saying he doesn't need help, or shouldn't get it. I'msayinghe can't be trusted with a gun if we can't tell who he's gonna shoot at!"4/1/2011 . Edited 4/1/2011 #353 Report
Inirot shrugged by tilting his head towards his left shoulder. He'd seen men not as bad off crack under a lot less pressure. That he hadn't done more than shoot Lew in the face before this was nothing short of incredible since he hadn't even been cleared for anything but light duties yet, and a testimony to his self control. "He doesn't have guns anymore. Does this please you?" He said somewhat archly.
Lew wanted to say something in Thompson's favor but... He felt he'd really done enough to piss off the Blue already.4/1/2011 #354 Report
"Where'd they go?" Thompson hissed sharply. She threw a glare at the other coppers folding their hands and examining the scenery, as if to say Thanks a lot. "These guns he doesn't have. Who took 'em?"4/1/2011 #355 Report
Inirot was dumbstruck. He glanced around the room. "Where is the pickpocket?" He asked anxiously, reverting to his more submissive demeanor. Lew was pretty sure it was a lie.
"Ummmm...." The blonde said blankly, unable to think of what had been going on while he'd been trying to save the alien's life.4/1/2011 #356 Report
"I was working with the flasher," Destin put in.
"I's avoiding the gunfire?" Argon tried.
"What kind of lame coppers are you if you can't keep track of a measly pick pocket!? Are you telling me that witch of a women went off with a couple guns centuries ahead of her time?!" Thompson half roared, half begged, half growled in exasperation.4/1/2011 . Edited 4/1/2011 #357 Report
"Millenia, actually." Lew piped up unhelpfully. "What?" He said defensively when everyone glared at him.
Inirot shrugged, the human way this time. "It's done, we just need to find her... Before we find large holes in anyone."4/1/2011 #358 Report
"Find her. Right. In that bustle of a city?" Thompson crossed her arms. "It's like a needle in a haystack."
"If I had a sample of her DNA," Destin said, "I could trace her. What has she touched? Did anyone grapple with her? Lewis, you have... nanites. Did you touch her?"4/1/2011 #359 Report
"Nope." Lew said, popping the "p". "Didn't you lot arrest her? And the dear lady-" He said meaning the cop on desk duty "Touched her too."4/2/2011 #360 Report