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All fun and games
Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Nuevo Empieza, an unnamed Military Base
When: 11/29 - 12/1
What: The Spade Pirates fall into a trap
Warnings: V for Violence, R for possible gore
Style: Action!
Status: Closed to Spade Pirates and anyone on Nuevo Empieza
The comments below are going to represent focal points during this plot!
Where: Nuevo Empieza, an unnamed Military Base
When: 11/29 - 12/1
What: The Spade Pirates fall into a trap
Warnings: V for Violence, R for possible gore
Style: Action!
Status: Closed to Spade Pirates and anyone on Nuevo Empieza
The comments below are going to represent focal points during this plot!
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"No matter how long it takes, you have to stand up again and keep trying. If you don't that's when you will become a burden and a failure;" even if it's his fault that it happened in the first place.
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She sighs too, and hugs him back lightly. This time, she reacts in the way she should have done in the first place, and she nods her head, "You're right. I don't want to be a burden, or a failure."
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His hand returns to caress her hair as he holds her close. Does this really help? Has this help her feel better? Ikki doesn't know, it hadn't been his intention when he had entered the room... Actually he doesn't know what was his intention exactly, only that he felt angry, with her, with himself. The anger with her has passed, the anger with himself not so much and it probably won't ever leave, just like the rest of the reasons why he hates himself. As he holds her, he nests her face between his shoulder and his neck again, slightly turning his head towards her for a mere second, inhaling her scent, reminding himself that she's okay now, that she's safe and that he shouldn't go and take a boat to go back there and kill everyone left.
"You should rest now," he starts to shift, and it's hard to know if that kiss against her hair was real, an accident or just a figment of imagination.
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She slowly, reluctantly removes herself from him, despite the part of her that wants him to stay a little longer. She was so comfortable, felt so safe and warm. But she couldn't ask that. Besides, she was sure he had things to be doing now. When she flickers her gaze back to his, her cheeks are still slightly pink, and she is inwardly desperately wishing that they weren't. Because surely it was just an accident. Or she was really letting her imagination run away with him. "Okay. Thanks, Ikki, for coming to see me." Even if it had started with the two of them shouting at each other.
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He has things to do, the dull ache of the bullets buried inside his body, wounds covered with temporal bandages, is easy to ignore but it's something to treat. The Cloth helped, protected him from the worst shots, but some still hit the mark even if mere bullets won't ever be enough to kill him even once. He has to return to his room and extract the bullets so the wounds heal properly. And she has to rest in order to get better soon.
"Rest well, and don't worry, next time it will be very different;" there won't be a next time. He won't allow it. He won't fail her again. He has to vow to that, at least while he's here. If he can't do at least that, what use can he be back home? He's better than this, he has to be.
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"Alright. You rest up too, okay?" She smiles, laying her head down on her pillow. She's been thinking along the same lines he has, and her words show a renewed strength, "And, Ikki, there's not gonna be a next time."
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