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Post by Pyro on Apr 16, 2007 0:53:16 GMT
His stomach hitches as oh-god-not-down-hehe-wheee-hello-ground becomes dude-what-the-hell-up-now?-Haha-spinny and the whole bungee thing really makes his head spin, more so than the lingering dizziness and weird high-pitched ringing and way thoughts turn into static before he can…
What?
Okay, so. What the hell happened there?
It takes a second or two to realise that whatever had happened, what’s happening now is that Rogue has him in her grip and they’re… flying. Another second or two and - yes, flying – he tenses reflexively, his words a machine-gun spatter of rising panic ”Fine-okay. Where’s-the-plane?” which spikes, sharp and indignant – ”Fucktard actually fucking sho… woah, dizzy. Fucker.” – before reverting to definitely not scared. ”Where’d the ground go? Ground’s good.”
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Post by Rogue on Apr 16, 2007 1:08:59 GMT
”Fine-okay. Where’s-the-plane?”
“We’ll be there in a sec, hon. Sure y’okay?” She can’t help but worry – though he seems at least mostly okay. Still, though… ”Not allowed t’die on me today, y’hear?”
”Fucktard actually fucking sho… woah, dizzy. Fucker.”
She’s tempted to ask just who that was, but she decides she’ll wait ‘till later, if he even knows, because it’s really not important right now. Though it’s probably good to keep him talking, right? So he doesn’t …pass out or something? Or will he not do that from being shocked?
”Where’d the ground go? Ground’s good.”[/color]
She laughs slightly, then tries to stifle it because she’s not laughing at him, of course (though it is amusing that he sounds almost like a kid…), and she doesn’t want him to think she is.
“You’ll be on the ground once we get home. Need t’get outta here, now.” She shifts her grip slightly so she’s only one-handed (and hopes he won’t start flailing or something as a result) so she can push the button on her headset so she can speak into it.
”Sorry for the delay, Joshy – on m’way. John had a bit’ve a shock – lit’rally speakin’, that is – but ‘e seems okay f’now. We’re almos’ to y’all.”
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Post by Pyro on Apr 16, 2007 1:23:38 GMT
< Not allowed t’die on me, y’hear?
”Bloody hell, woman, when’d’you get so demanding? Fine. I’ll change my schedule.” He manages to crack a slight grin – mostly at having completed that thought… whatever it was… without whatever it was that kept happening having happened. Which, he assumes, is good. Yes.
Less good is her sudden change of grip, and he clings a bit tighter… and his irritation at having to shines through the continued indignation. ”I did not have a shock. I’m fine. Fucktard zapped me with a… shiny… thingy. But yes. Fine.” Dizzy, shaky feeling be damned… though of course electrocution's a better explanation than anything else. Can’t be nerves.
… maybe if he's really lucky he’ll have a new scar. Great.
[Exaunt The Human Toaster and Leechette to Fleet Retreat]
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