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[Sam's in what looks somewhat like a more high-tech tattoo parlor - one of the body modification studios - and he looks more worried than panicked as he glances at the phone, his attention clearly at something (or someone) on the floor. In the background there's definite arguing going on:]
Sir please, you shouldn’t be [Only the first speaker was visible, a young woman with a variety of piercings and tattoos, likely the attendant given the scrubs she was wearing, visibly alarmed as she was trying to convince the person on the floor to stay there.]
I’ll be fine, christ you nag worse than my mother ever did- [Obviously this wasn’t working as well as she hoped, face paling slightly as there was an uncomfortable-sounding crunch and breathless cursing that followed the irritated reply.]
Hey, so if any of you teleporters are paying attention, I could use a little help here. And heads up to the hospital, you're gonna have a pain in the ass coming in real soon. [Sam glances away from the camera for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose as he adds an aside] Stephen, you need to go to the fucking hospital, legs don't bend like that.
I’m not going to the fucking hospital, I can fix this myself-
[Narrator: But he couldn't.]
Please, someone get here and shut him up. Doesn't look like anything life-threatening, but he's got broken legs and god knows what else. And he's in the shittiest mood I've ever seen him in, and that's saying a lot.
[ooc: red is Sam, blue is Stephen, replies will probably come from either one (or both), but don't expect Stephen to be very nice.
Also Stephen's replies will come via yelling at Sam's phone.Because Sam is a jerk and won’t let him snatch it]
Sir please, you shouldn’t be [Only the first speaker was visible, a young woman with a variety of piercings and tattoos, likely the attendant given the scrubs she was wearing, visibly alarmed as she was trying to convince the person on the floor to stay there.]
I’ll be fine, christ you nag worse than my mother ever did- [Obviously this wasn’t working as well as she hoped, face paling slightly as there was an uncomfortable-sounding crunch and breathless cursing that followed the irritated reply.]
Hey, so if any of you teleporters are paying attention, I could use a little help here. And heads up to the hospital, you're gonna have a pain in the ass coming in real soon. [Sam glances away from the camera for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose as he adds an aside] Stephen, you need to go to the fucking hospital, legs don't bend like that.
I’m not going to the fucking hospital, I can fix this myself-
[Narrator: But he couldn't.]
Please, someone get here and shut him up. Doesn't look like anything life-threatening, but he's got broken legs and god knows what else. And he's in the shittiest mood I've ever seen him in, and that's saying a lot.
[ooc: red is Sam, blue is Stephen, replies will probably come from either one (or both), but don't expect Stephen to be very nice.
Also Stephen's replies will come via yelling at Sam's phone.
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The words rest on the tip of his tongue like poison, something flung to try and make himself seem tougher when facing down Mephisto but something he almost felt was more true than he wanted it to be. People tried. They wanted to be his friend but then the reality of being friends with him sank in. The danger, the ego, the temper, the threats that came crashing into his life almost constantly and they couldn't take it and they simply left.
And he couldn't blame them.
He huffed a slow shuddering sigh, pretending it didn't pull painfully at his ribs.]
I guess it's not just about what I can endure, huh.
[Because he could endure a hell of a lot. But was it really fair to do that to Sam?]
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They've lost too many people, too many friends and loved ones. Both the X-Men and Avengers alike, and the idea of living through more painful memories and guilt was terrifying. Easier to just avoid it, right?
Wrong.
She smiled at his conclusion.]
Nail on the head. Don't punish him 'cause he gives a shit. [She lands on the roof, pausing.] Still want a lift to the Sanctum?
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But she'd hit on just the right thread to tug to suck all the air out of his fury, at least for the moment.]
Nah. Much as I hate to admit it you're right, he doesn't deserve this crap.
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She exhaled a long breath and nodded regardless of the fact that he lacked a visual.]
Good to hear. So no need to bust down doors and save the day by kidnappin’ you?
[She sounded mildly disappointed.]
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Not today. We'll save the kidnapping for when I really need a drink or three. Probably owe you a couple at this point at the least.
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So long as you're buyin' sugah, ah'm there.
[It's a lie though. She'd be there regardless of booze if he really needed her. That's what Avengers did for one another. Free quality booze never hurt though. Grinning, Rogue leaned down to give the roof a couple of solid whacks before she took off and he could hear the wind whipping over the feed.]
Tell Birdie he owes me some proper 'shine. [Or some small batch bourbon.] Good luck Doc.
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I'll make sure he gets the request. [One of the two of them'd get her something good, maybe she'd luck out and they'd both get her something. Thanks for similar reasons even if Stephen was usually terrible at that sort of thing.]
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Right? Let's just say they're on similar pages.]
Perfect. Later gator. [And unless he had something else to say, she cut her feed.]
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Birdie?
[Rude, Rogue.]
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Oh wait, she can send him a selfie, so she does just that.
Mwah.]
Take care of him and let me know if ah can help.