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smash_logs2013-02-14 12:14 am
iamtheeggman) wrote in smash_logs2013-02-14 12:14 am
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- wheatley (portal)
Happy Valentines! Your Love Is Toxic!
Who: EVERYONE
What: CUPIDBOTS
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTIMES DAY
Warnings: None yet, but will be updated if that changes
Ah, February 14th. A day for loving lovers to love... But at Smash Academy, it meant something else...
At the crack of dawn, they appeared. Tiny robotic cherubs wielding bows and arrows. Those who had been at the academy for some time knew what they were: The Cupidbots. Obnoxious, potentially life-ruining robots with one mission: Fire their arrows at unsuspecting passers-by, causing them to fall in love with the first person they saw for the next 24 hours. They would be gone by the next day, but still for the best to try and avoid them.
WHAT DO?
[[Go ahead and start up your own threads for random happenings, planned ships, or just throw your characters out and see who bites!]]
What: CUPIDBOTS
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTIMES DAY
Warnings: None yet, but will be updated if that changes
Ah, February 14th. A day for loving lovers to love... But at Smash Academy, it meant something else...
At the crack of dawn, they appeared. Tiny robotic cherubs wielding bows and arrows. Those who had been at the academy for some time knew what they were: The Cupidbots. Obnoxious, potentially life-ruining robots with one mission: Fire their arrows at unsuspecting passers-by, causing them to fall in love with the first person they saw for the next 24 hours. They would be gone by the next day, but still for the best to try and avoid them.
WHAT DO?
[[Go ahead and start up your own threads for random happenings, planned ships, or just throw your characters out and see who bites!]]
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Lucca isn't powerless, but she doesn't want to hurl a fireball in closed quarters if she can help it. She swats at the bot with her hammer as it flies around the two of them and just out of reach. "Darnit!"
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Nope.
Nothing.
He had to do something. Maybe he could lead Lucca out of the room. Grab her hand, get to someplace that was more wide open to give them more room to maneuver to try to knock him out again.
"Lucca, we--"
Just as he said that, however, he felt a sharp pain in his butt, a side-effect of the arrow that was just shot in it.
...ouch.
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She reaches over to him but recoils as an arrow grazes her arm, tearing fabric and scraping skin. She clamps down on the shallow laceration and scowls up at the bot, then reaches to her belt and pulls a funny-looking pistol from her belt and aims.
"More than one way to calm him down..."
BLAMM. The localized jolt of electrical charge from the zonker-38 homes in on the robot and it flails cartoonishly in midair for a half-second, before snapping into the heart-shape again and landing on the ground with an inert CULNK.
"Ugh. Maybe we oughtta leave those things alone for a while." She mutters, popping off her helmet and checking the cut on her arm again. "I'd kick the stupid thing out the window if I wouldn't break a foot AND your window in the process..." Suddenly she remembers something and looks up.
"Oh wait, are you okay? I thought I saw it shoot you!"
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...well, knocked the thing out, sending it to the floor with a hard clunk.
First things first: He needed to check over her. He could handle abuse; he was built to take a lot of punishment. He could lift more than a normal human, he had reflexes faster than a typical human (usually...he felt a bit sluggish from that arrow, for reasons he didn't quite understand), and could handle temperatures that most people couldn't.
Lucca was a human, however, regardless of how brilliant she was.
Worry bubbled inside his core.
X shook his head.
"I'm all right. I've handled worse. What about..."
He turned to her, ready to finish his sentence. The word was right there on the tip of his tongue, about to fall out--
--but then his eyes met her face.
O-oh. Was his voice modulator supposed to stutter and stop like that? Was it normal for his face to feel like he was stuck in a furnace, and yet there were no warnings of overheating?
When had her face started to glow like that? Had her eyes always glittered in that way, her hair have that beautiful lustre?
Sure, he'd thought she was pretty, but X couldn't keep his eyes off her.
His face flushed, and his eyes and voice softened:
"...you...A-are you okay...?"
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"I'm... fine..."
She feels her face heating in a blush. She'd admired his schemata before, but that was just a thousand little lines on blue paper. Now she's overwhelmed by an entirely different awe. Cool spiky hair, handsome face, and that smile...
Awe turns to worry, and she glances around him. Where did that arrow hit him...? "Y-you sure you're okay? Ugh, if that thing hurt you..."
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His face darkened, and X could feel his core sparking. What was wrong with him? Just the simple thought of her worrying about him was enough to make him feel shy, awkward, scared, and happy all at once in a muddled mess of emotion that made little sense.
"Oh, uh, I'm okay." He said with an awkward chuckle. "I got it out. I've handled a lot worse than this."
He frowned, but his tone was just as soft, almost...doting. "How's your arm? Let me take a look at it."
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She didn't want him to worry, but the moment he takes her hand she lights up in a very bright blush. Oh gosh, he's so gentle...
The slice on her skin is deep, and still bleeding into that green shirt she always wears. It's odd that she'd all but forgotten all about it.
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Besides, something felt...right about touching her hand like this, though o-oh, there was this strange tingly feeling that went through his entire body, fluttering inside his core and wiring.
What was wrong with him? This sort of proximity was making it hard to think.
"I think I can patch this up. Can you sit down on the bed? I'll need to grab my first aid kit."
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She sits on the bed, head swimming and heart skipping occasionally. He was THAT worried about her...?
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W-well, they were friends! Nothing to worry about. It only made sense for her to worry and care about him, especially considering the circumstances.
Fishing through his desk drawers, he found the first aid kit, nestled between some books and papers that he'd been using to study some code. Closing his drawer with his foot, he sat down on the bed (ow, that actually kind of hurt, ow) next to Lucca and opened it up.
"Hold out your arm for me, and keep it still. Cleaning the wound will probably sting a little."
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She rolls up the sleeve to her shirt, clumsily, and offers the sliced arm to him.
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Au contraire; worrying was what he did best. Besides...she was the last person that he wanted to see hurt. If he'd only been able to...
He gently took the arm and started dabbing it with gauze in order to clear away the excess blood. This way he'd have a clearer access to the wound and see where he needed to apply antiseptic.
Speaking of which...
"Even so, it's important to get this stuff treated quickly, right? And besides, I..."
Blood had to be disposed of safely, right? X grabbed a small sandwich bag full of medical tape and dumped it onto the bed, re-using it to put the gauze inside.
Without missing a beat, he opened an antiseptic wipe and proceeded to wipe the wound with care.
"I like taking care of you like this."
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"Y-You do?" Oh gosh. "You're amazing..."
That last part was supposed to be in her head, but she's said it before she could think. Once she realizes this another, higher squeak of embarrassment follows and she turns beet red. "That... you'd think of me first." She attempts to qualify.