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Post by averant2 on Oct 8, 2009 17:02:41 GMT -5
Sam put her hand on the floor in front of her and tried to pull herself forward. She immediately stopped and groaned again as pain lanced up her arm. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked Dakota and answered with one of her own. "Why haven't you killed me yet?" She almost blacked out again as pain dominated her brain for a few seconds. She had tried to move a wing. Now she didn't know whether or not she wanted to risk moving the other one.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 8, 2009 17:13:54 GMT -5
Dakota watched Sam try to get out and tried to not slip into her head for emotions. She could see the pain written on Samantha's face and didn't want to experience it as her own. Dakota shrugged, tilting her head towards her. "I haven't kill you because, though I was raised to be on the Eraser team, I don't believe in killing when the other is defenseless. Call it one of the few morals that I actually possess, I will not kill somebody who cannot fight back," Dakota said honestly, her tone sounding like she had told people this many times over and it has just become a routine. "Did you want me to kill you?" Though Dakota asked this other question, she still did not forget about the first, and still did not look like she was going to help Sam out from under the billboard. Her morals only went so far.
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Post by Fox on Oct 8, 2009 20:33:12 GMT -5
Fox glanced warily between the two girls, not sure what to do. The whole fight he had just watched unfold was quite amazing, even though it was short. He was curious though what went through Dakota's mind when she froze for a second, her eyes seemingly glazing over as she remembered something. Fox sighed in frustration, unsure what to do. He wasn't into the whole "killing" thing as other erasers were. He still wasn't sure how he had landed head of the Vigils to this day, but he knew he couldn't kick Samantha when she was down, much less kill her. He groaned in frustration, cursing his morals as Dakota was and turned towards Sam. "Well, i seem to be unable to kill you regardless the amount of time you tried doing it to me. Its just no in me to kill for no reason." He said, shrugging slightly. "However, helping you would stretch the limit and i think you wouldn't want my help anyways, but, regardless, i suggest you get up soon, that gash looks pretty nasty..." he said, trailing of at the end
ooc- sorry if it sounds rough, it was one of those "thought up in a minute" thing
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Post by Dakota on Oct 11, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
Dakota rolled her eyes at Fox as he spoke, turning her gaze over to him. "Always one to state the obvious, Fox, aren't you? Most people know when something's bad," She folded her arms, leaning back on the back leg of her chair in a lounging sort of way. "Also, as an Eraser you should know that sugar coating the truth does no good," Dakota turned back to Samantha, giving a weak smile. "I've seen nastier gashes, but that's bad. A few more minutes of bleeding and you're going to pass out... And eventually die, no pressure though," Dakota put her hands up in one of those 'just saying' ways, shaking her head. Knowing Dakota, she'd probably hadn't buttered up the truth in a long while. She sighed, resting back on her chair and waiting for either of them to respond.
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Post by averant2 on Oct 13, 2009 10:48:51 GMT -5
Sam grunted as she struggled to pull herself out from under the billboard again. This really sucked.
"The head wound is the least of my worries," Sam said as she struggled for purchase. She looked up, glaring at the both of them.
"Morals? Are you really that naive?" She found the edge of a step. Gripping it, she managed to pull herself out of the wreckage one painful inch at a time. Eventually she managed to get out completely, and found out, somewhat happily, that she could still use her legs. She looked back at them.
"Morals are a luxury, did you know that? Normal people can afford them. Us?" she shook her head. "Morals will get you killed. You, Fox, should have killed me simply out of instinct. I tried to kill you, and now that I'm incapacitated, you should have finished the job. Would've gotten money for me, too. Even if you ignored your instinct, you're still obligated to kill me, and you'd be justified, no less. Not very eraserish," she observed.
She used her free hand to rip one of her jeans legs into a strip, and pressed it against her forehead to stop the blow. Her injuries were evident. Along with the gash to her forehead, there were numerous other bruises that were scattered all over her body. Next was the serious injuries. It was quite clear from observation that her wing was smashed. Broken in at least 5 places, judging from the angles it was bent at. The other wing was fine, but still too sore to move. Her arm was also a deadweight. Sam thought it was probably broken, as she couldn't feel anything, and it hurt like hell if she tried to move it. No bone was poking out, thankfully. A cold comfort, at the moment.
"You should kill me because of instinct, obligation, or just to be safe. Any number of reasons. So why aren't you? Cause God knows I'll do it myself soon enough," she said pointedly. "Call it a mercy killing, if anything. Or do you think this wing'll heal straight?"
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Post by Dakota on Oct 14, 2009 20:04:07 GMT -5
Dakota seemed to have all of what Samantha said fly right over her pretty little head. She was never one to concentrate, or drop a question once she had asked it. She leant forward again and looked at Sam skeptically. "As I had said before, I would like to know," She started, tilting her head to the side. "Why didn't you just simply turn to stone when you heard the billboard coming down?" Dakota quiered, resting her chin in her hands, looking at her wonderingly. "It would've been simple, the damage blown, and your wing particulary wouldn't be a bendy straw right now," she continued, still a look of curiousity. Such an expression goes that this certain emotion killed the cat. It has nearly killed an Eraser for Dakota's sake, but she hadn't encountered one for a bird-kid, and she hoped that she wouldn't find out with her subconcious mind.
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Post by averant2 on Oct 20, 2009 21:21:13 GMT -5
"Um..." Sam could almost see what she had just said get in the express lane and floor it right through one ear and out the other. She kind of doubted that Dakota had even heard her. "It's simple, actuallly. I'm stone, not steel. Have you ever seen what happens to a marble statue when you bump into it? It breaks. However cleanly it happens, it still breaks."
She gestured to her crumpled wing. "However stoney it is at the time, something that thin could have shattered like thin obsidian. I dunno about you, but I don't want to find out what that feels like afterwards. And then there's the fact that if I don't want myself to break in random places, I have to know I'm gonna get hurt in the first place."
She looked up. "You get the idea?"
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Post by Dakota on Oct 22, 2009 18:54:55 GMT -5
Dakota smirked. "But, the billboard is..." She paused, shaking her head. "Oh, nevermind. I feel like a bumbling idiot asking questions as such," She sighed, taking a deep breath and letting it go. "So, I say we call it a truce then, since I'un wanna kill you, and you don't look in any shape to fight," She said, tilting her head to the side. "I actually think that we could be fine friends, if you were into that kind of thing, don't'cha think, Samantha?" Dakota asked brightly, looking very comtemplative on the subject. She hadn't had a friend since... Well... Cadence. Which was like... Four years ago. Wow, that sounded sad, Dakota decided. She would have to fix it. "We could see about your wing too," She added, giving her a rare quirk of a smile. If you hadn't known, Dakota doesn't smile much at a first meet.
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Post by averant2 on Oct 31, 2009 21:04:04 GMT -5
"Friends, huh?" Samantha pondered this. "Sure. I don't see why not. Lessee, your name is Dakota?" She checked her phone, pressing buttons rapidly. A few seconds later she got a result. "Ah, Dakota Jones. Lovely middle name, by the way." She looked over it for a second longer, then snorted and shut it. "Can't go for it anyway, and it's not really that much. Oh well. Pleased to meetcha!" Sam cheerfully stuck out her good hand for a handshake.
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Post by Dakota on Nov 2, 2009 18:59:20 GMT -5
Dakota looked at her skeptically as she pulled out a phone and said briefly her first name, then she said Jones and her head tilted slightly to the side. "Actually, last name's Johnson," She said briefly. but she held her hand out and shook Sam's. "So, what exactly does that do then?" She asked curiously, glancing at her phone. Again, she was asking questions, but this seemed like something she might as well know about. Dakota wasn't one for confusion, so she typically asked questions before that emotion should arouse.
[Sorry, bad post. NaNoWriMo sucking muse for DJ right now]
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Post by averant2 on Nov 27, 2009 17:16:23 GMT -5
"What, this?" Sam held up her phone. "It's a phone. It does what phones do. I can call, text, take videos if I have the time, and take pictures if I feel like it. I usually don't." She pressed a few buttons and snapped it shut. "I've also got internet connection, which can come in handy at times." Sam paused to consider something, then put the phone in her pocket.
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Post by Dakota on Nov 30, 2009 19:14:43 GMT -5
Dakota shook her head. "No, I mean how'd you pull up that information?" She said briefly, rolling her eyes. "I know how to work of a phone, I just haven't gotten one 'cause I can't afford it," She said bluntly. I was true. She couldn't have a phone, let alone afford it. It was more than easy for Erasers to track things like they, hence why she didn't ever carry anything electronic on her. It was just too easy, and she really didn't want to be reunited with the Lab back south. There were people there that she really wasn't in the mood to talk too. Ever. Again. Sure, there might be some people should wouldn't mind seeing again, but there were others that she would rather catch herself on fire than see again.
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