Pop quiz: How long does it take to beat a moron to death?

...Did I just--?

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[Ohgoddon'tsaysomethingstupidshe'llKILLYOU]

Uh. I, uh. I didn't see nothin'.

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[She sneers.]

I felt strange. Did I do anything strange?

Edited Date: 2010-04-15 05:29 pm (UTC)

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[Flexing. Sparkles. Hug. OK that last part was cool. But those other two were scary enough to outweigh it.]

...nope.

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...Good.

[She seems like she's about to move away, but something in her mind clicks when her uniform shifts and CONGRATULATIONS BLU SCOUT you are the recipient of a warm and welcoming Armstrong hug.

...And if those ribs were broken, possibly punctured lungs. Ogod so sorry.]

Edited Date: 2010-04-15 05:39 pm (UTC)

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[Phew, ok she - OH DEAR SWEET JESUS, MY INNARDS.

Poor tiny Scout, already broken in so many places today, just sort of makes a whimpery noise in protest. Cracked ribs were already cracked further when Soldier crashed in through the ceiling and landed on top of Scout. At this point, yeah. Punctured lungs.]

_...shit!

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[A beat, then Olivier RUSHES to the phone! To call a medic! Anyone with proper doctoring skills! Or magic that isn't malfunctioning!]

I think I injured Scout!

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[Just laying on the porch.]

_{...fuckin' dyin' here...}

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[She's just staring at him in wide-eyed shock! What the hell???]

No, don't die! It's all my fault!

[BAM, back to normal. And she knows a dying man when she sees one.]

...I'll get a doctor.

[And she goes to do so.]

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[Well he did do a flying fast faceplant from three stories up. It was pretty miraculous that he didn't just snap his neck. Then he had a fistfight with Spy. Then a flying Soldier landed on him. Then he had to run away from a chainsaw-weilding princess. Then there was the Armstrong Hug©.

As she walks by he grabs her pantleg weakly.]

_{H-hey... if ya die here... ya just respawn tha next day fine, right? I don't... no drone doctor... died plenty 'a times, 's fine...}

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[His bravery brings tears to her eyes. She leans down and takes his hand.]

Would you rather just die? I can't let you...

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[O-oh god why does she keep doing that. Aaaand there goes his good hand. Oh well.

Dying? Sure, he's done that. BLU's technology is a crazy thing, and he's respawned plenty of times. But he's used taking a sudden rocket to the face, or a sneak attack sticky bomb. Quick stuff. Not, you know, his lungs slowly filling with blood.]

_{Augh. Fuck. ...Yeah. 'S no big.}

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[She didn't injure that hand! She's just... being affectionate. Which is terrifying to everyone, right? But this is ~Armstrong friendship~, and fortunately you will never have to see it again.

She's called for help. If someone arrives to repair his wounds, fine. If not, she gets to be mildly traumatized somewhere under that perfectly even, ice-cold facade.]

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[After receiving an urgent call from Olivia (http://wristsniper.livejournal.com/3403.html?thread=383051#t383051), he immediately ran out his door and drove to her house. He saw Scout on the porch and ran to his side. He's seen wounds like this before and they never ended well.

Once Ichabod realized the wound, he didn't ask how it was received but instead checked his pulse and put his hands on the his chest to check for the broken rib.]

Scout! Can you hear me?

[He looked up at Olivia.]

How long was he like this?

Edited Date: 2010-04-16 04:50 am (UTC)

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[Olivier steps back, arms crossed a bit uneasily.]

He was injured when I arrived, but I may have made it far worse. His arm should be fine, but there's internal bleeding.

Please don't let him die! I could never forgive myself, even if he will come back!

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[He listens to Scout's chest with his ear to it and finds that the heart seems fine before pulling open the shirt to see the massive bruising.]

He has a broken rib.

[He feels with his hand, pressing along the abdomen to check where the bleeding could be.]

This is going to really hurt....

Internal bleeding needs to be stopped at the source. I will need to move him to the bath tub.

[Yeah, he just noticed the weird angle on Scout's leg and moved to set that first. There will be lots of bruising if it's not already there now.]

He needs proper medical care that I may not be able to give.

Scout? I need you to answer me. I'm here to help you but I cannot if I do not know where you are injured. Heavens is he a mess.

[Nonchalant can't describe his tone. It's pretty much all business.]

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[Scout barely notices Crane there until he pokes at the broken ribs. Then he yelps, and the pain brings his mind into focus for a moment.

Suddenly there's a hand around Crane's collar, and Scout's face right up in his. He's trying to focus to see who it is, but doesn't recognize him.]

You... ain't a drone are ya? Look. Just finish... me off. We...respawn, right? In a day, all fine right? I'm used ta this. Died a hundred times. Ain't... nothin...

[He let's go of your collar and flops back over, coughing.] _{'N Christ, do not let her ....touch me.... 's gotten inta....}

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[His eyes widened then returned to normal quickly from being startled.]

I assure you I am no drone. I am Ichabod Crane.

[He's never encountered anything like it where death is just like any other though coming back from the dead to him was the same as being a ghost.]

If you are referring to the afterlife in some strange manner, I suppose it is possible though highly frowned upon.

[Oh did he have a ton of questions now.]

I'm sorry, are you asking me to...k-kill you?

[That wasn't a first time he was asked that but it was the first time he's heard it here.]

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No, BLU company... all part 'a the job, right? Die all the time. Respawn. Ain't nothin'. Can't stay dead... I got a contract. [He manages a strangled bitter laugh before he starts coughing.]

Yeah, I am. What, ya scared? [devilish grin]

Upstairs. [He waves his non-broken hand in the direction of the house behind him.] Pistol in tha desk drawer. _{Don't let... make sure Ai ain't around, awright?...Just a kid....}

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I am not scared.

[He put on a brave face for that one. He did as Scout asked and moved upstairs to retrieve the pistol. It looked very odd to him but he figured it out fairly quickly that the barrel slides back with a few moments of study. It seemed very futuristic to him but practical at the same time.

He checked all the rooms before he came back down. Mercy killings happened in the battlefield all the time when the situation was too hopeless and he's seen it happen before. He came back down with the pistol on his back held by the belt.

He felt as if he was being tested on many levels. Not only through his moral beliefs which cried out "Don't do it" there was the part of him that knew that Olivia was watching but the injuries were too great to handle by himself. Patching up the guy was fine. It was the lack of painkillers, the lack of surgical tools and the lack of the proper facilities that had him thinking all over again that he could be pegged for murder without justification should this be discovered.]

Are you absolutely certain that you will return from the dead after this? Once the trigger is pulled, there is no turning back on both sides, on mine and yours.

[He needed the affirmation for himself which seemed very strange and new to him and coming back seemed very unlikely in his mind. Then he thought of the internal bleeding. He's never known anyone to survive that.]

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[People respawned here, right? He's heard that a lot since he's gotten here. Rotten ridiculous respawn time of 24 hours, but still.

They came back, right?

He does look apprehensive for a moment, but then does his best to shoot Crane a grin.] Better 'n... drownin' in yer own blood, pally. Just... don't get yer ass droned... okay? Respawn's better.... than weeks in recovery. Trust me.... I know.

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[Olivier looked at the entire scene with wide eyes and a dead look of horror. Were she unaffected by the event, she wouldn't be bothered. Now, though? Permanent psychological damage.]

Don't...

[She holds out a hand to stop Crane. Is it futile?]

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[He puts away the pistol and gives a stern gaze back to Scout.]

She's right.

[He closed his eyes for a moment and put the pistol away.]

No, I dare not take the chance for either of us. If by chance that you are not brought back, think of the damage that seeing your body broken and shot would cause to the child in your home.

I'll do my best to patch you. You can swear at me all you like. My moral fiber will not allow such an easy way through provided by assisted suicide.

[It was then he began to work to set the rib which he lifted Scout's arm.]

The pain will be a reminder not to make poor decisions again.

[Then the pop. He set it with thick tape and wrapped his torso in the stuff.]

If it is only a punctured lung you suffer, you will bruise and the site will be tender for some time though your lungs should be able to repair themselves. Puncturing the cage will only cause a collapse and you can certainly die from that. You're able to breathe and you will need to refrain from moving at least for a short while.

[As he worked, he looked over the rest of his body and started moving toward the leg. He positioned himself away from the good one in case of getting kicked.]

Hate me all you like for this.

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[He struggles against Crane, but he's running out of energy, and considering this is Scout, that's sort of impressive. There's a whole lot wrong with Scout at the moment - not just the broken bones but also blood loss and a concussion. He lets out a yelp when the rib's set back in place, and then practically growls at you, amidst the labored breathing.]

It WASN'T my goddamn fault. Mayfield thought it was be.... so friggin' hilarious... ta give me my speed back.... an' then make it go away just as... I was jumpin'. Fuckin' fell.... 3 stories... an' landed on my face... at a hundred miles an hour.

Then there was... shit, a LOT of other stuff. Spy. Solly. My neighbor. Her. [He cocks his head to indicate Olivier, then he just lays his head back and stares up.]

Goddamnit I hate this town.

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