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snowblindrpg2017-10-17 08:26 pm
sharktrash) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-10-17 08:26 pm
Entry tags:
[log] it's just good business [closed]
Characters: John & Squalo
Location: 182
Date: Late day 288 - early day 289
Summary: Out of the goodness of his heart, Dr. Watson decides to help out a newbie. Said newbie is, unfortunately, unfamiliar with the concept of gratitude.
Warnings: Nothing wild, unless I need to warn for brawling and swearing.
[ The second day of trekking through the snow somehow seems even more difficult than the first one. Maybe because even with the miracle of hot water, Squalo never really managed to fully get rid of the first travel's chill, as if it had settled deep inside his bones. Or maybe it was just because now he knew what it was going to be, the next several hours of agony with no choice but to endure it. ]
[ Where were all the planes to Bahamas when you really needed them? ]
[ By the time he reaches his destination, still empty for now, he's pretty sure he can't feel his anything, and he both amuses and annoys himself considering what kind of shit would Belphegor tell him if he'd lost his voice because of a cold. There's nothing to start a fire with, which may be for the best as he'd probably burn himself before warming up, but walls and a roof over his head do help; without the wind and the snow he soon starts feeling slightly more alive. ...which means, his face suddenly hurts like a bitch and for once he's not inclined to immediately check it out. Hey, at least he could always work the colour blue. ]
[ But it only takes minutes of relative piece for the uneasiness to set in, soon followed by the slightest hint of panic. He was going to die here, wasn't he, completely uselessly and without glory, and Xanxus was going to choke on a goddamn cheeseburger and cut his reign short because of his own stupidity and nobody being there to call him out on it. And Squalo's forced to wait for some kind of goddamn stranger's kindness and that makes him feel more sick than the frostbite does. Speaking of which, where the fuck was he? Was he even going to show up at all, or did he simply send him this way to know where he could loot a corpse in a few more days? Over his dead body, literally, and there was no way he was going to rely on someone else's generosity when he could just -- ]
[ There's something outside that sounds suspiciously like footsteps approaching, and Squalo goes still for a moment, listening. This could either be the guy he agreed to meet, someone else, or one of those monsters that he was not supposed to go against. Two of these options offered supplies, and another a quick way out, He quickly scans over the debris littering the floors; spotting something that looks like a bigger half of a chair he picks it up, weighs it, and sneaks toward the door, waiting for it to open. ]
Location: 182
Date: Late day 288 - early day 289
Summary: Out of the goodness of his heart, Dr. Watson decides to help out a newbie. Said newbie is, unfortunately, unfamiliar with the concept of gratitude.
Warnings: Nothing wild, unless I need to warn for brawling and swearing.
[ The second day of trekking through the snow somehow seems even more difficult than the first one. Maybe because even with the miracle of hot water, Squalo never really managed to fully get rid of the first travel's chill, as if it had settled deep inside his bones. Or maybe it was just because now he knew what it was going to be, the next several hours of agony with no choice but to endure it. ]
[ Where were all the planes to Bahamas when you really needed them? ]
[ By the time he reaches his destination, still empty for now, he's pretty sure he can't feel his anything, and he both amuses and annoys himself considering what kind of shit would Belphegor tell him if he'd lost his voice because of a cold. There's nothing to start a fire with, which may be for the best as he'd probably burn himself before warming up, but walls and a roof over his head do help; without the wind and the snow he soon starts feeling slightly more alive. ...which means, his face suddenly hurts like a bitch and for once he's not inclined to immediately check it out. Hey, at least he could always work the colour blue. ]
[ But it only takes minutes of relative piece for the uneasiness to set in, soon followed by the slightest hint of panic. He was going to die here, wasn't he, completely uselessly and without glory, and Xanxus was going to choke on a goddamn cheeseburger and cut his reign short because of his own stupidity and nobody being there to call him out on it. And Squalo's forced to wait for some kind of goddamn stranger's kindness and that makes him feel more sick than the frostbite does. Speaking of which, where the fuck was he? Was he even going to show up at all, or did he simply send him this way to know where he could loot a corpse in a few more days? Over his dead body, literally, and there was no way he was going to rely on someone else's generosity when he could just -- ]
[ There's something outside that sounds suspiciously like footsteps approaching, and Squalo goes still for a moment, listening. This could either be the guy he agreed to meet, someone else, or one of those monsters that he was not supposed to go against. Two of these options offered supplies, and another a quick way out, He quickly scans over the debris littering the floors; spotting something that looks like a bigger half of a chair he picks it up, weighs it, and sneaks toward the door, waiting for it to open. ]
Think we can wrap this up in the next tag or two!
Well, eat up, rest up, and heal up. We'll go our separate ways in the morning. If you need help after this, please call me, rather than doing something... else. [He holds back on saying 'stupid,' but he's thinking it very loudly in Squalo's direction.]
yes i think so o/
You sound like a parent.
[ But he totally takes a note of that little offer for help, even if right now he doesn't think he's going to use it. His pride's taken a big enough bruising already. ]
no subject
[He'll leave it at that, turning some--but not all--of his attention away from Squalo to start checking the network.]
no subject
YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOM][ Squalo seems content enough to end the conversation there. The rest of the night will probably be rather uneventful, though Squalo will probably have some trouble sleeping and spend half the night sitting up in whatever corner he's picked to settle in. No matter how logical it seems that John means him no harm, old instincts don't always listen to reason. ]