[57.00] Backdated to the 27th

[psychoticracer]

[Silence. Then...]

Mmhn...

Oh for the love of...

[A rustle as Erol lifts his head to glare sleepily at Link. His hair is mussed and his ears droop as he fights off the drugs. All in all, he looks like a dulled knife, it's kind of pathetic.]

You... mmf... do that again and I swear... I'll skin you by inches, orders or -

[And here's the point

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[threedaystime]

[Link doesn't hear that threat, Erol - he's sitting next to your bed now, sure, but in a chair, and without the Goron mask on. The little Hylian boy is sleeping lightly, blue eyes closed and blond hair covering half his face. His green hat is in his lap and he's wearing the same plain white T-shirt and child-size pants that he changed into a few days ago.

He hadn't slept a minute since first bringing the injured man here - it's been over three days. Link definitely has no trouble staying up for three days straight, but once it gets past 72 hours he really starts to crash. So, having shut Erol up by ordering a nice big dose of vicodin for him, he took the opportunity to get some sleep, too.

The young kid looks so peaceful. Don't you want to wake him up, Erol?]

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[psychoticracer]

[Oh there's a LOT of things Erol wants to do, and the majority of them involve Link waking up. At some point. The little shit - how DARE he.

It wasn't as if Erol had to be asleep for him to get some sleep. The elf wasn't yet capable of sitting up by himself, never mind threatening the boy. And IF Link was serious about this little watch business, he'd have been far better to choose to sleep while Erol was awake so he could watch out for himself, and wake the boy should there be trouble.

But no. Link chose to have Erol sedated, while he himself caught some shut-eye, leaving the entire scene unguarded save for the robot which had an agenda of its own. Pathetic. Erol was hardly the strongest strategist in the Guard, but he'd have been flogged for making a decision like that.

With a snarl of disgust, Erol threw a cup full of water at him.]

WAKE UP!!

[Oh... ow, ow, OW. Throwing things was definitely out of his movement range. MotherFUCKER. Erol let his head thud back against the pillows, baring his teeth in a silent snarl as

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[threedaystime]

[Suddenly, something very COLD, and Link's eyes snap open as he gasps sharply in surprise.

What... what happened? Oh... right, he'd decided to take a nap. Blinking, he relaxes just a little and then looks down at the front of his shirt to realize he's all wet.]

...

[Crap. How long did he sleep for? He didn't mean for it to be more than a few hours' nap, but there Erol is, wide awake, now. He frowns at him and sighs in intense annoyance.]

...Sorry about that. Jerk.

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[psychoticracer]

[Erol's snarl is fierce through the pain, the eye he rolls to see Link sharp. Ah yes, beloved pain. It woke him up, made everything bright again, if only for a matter of seconds. Wouldn't last though, not against the stuff the robot had going through the IV.]

"Sorry?!" You idiot. What's to stop someone from coming in here and slitting both our throats?? I'd have you assigned to sewer patrol for a week if you were mine. Of all the idiotic - if you're going to sleep while the only other pair of eyes are bloody sedated, you're better off not doing this at all!

[Somewhere under the tirade, he notices that Link is... no longer a goron. And is young, quite young.

Well. Stranger things have happened.]

[Commentlog] Html hates me right now ;;

[dual_dragon]

((ooc: She's wearing something like this, btw~))

[Captain Erol is hurt. Badly.

Not that Eon cared much, really. Part of her felt pleased that he'd finally gotten beaten up himself, while the other half was horrified that someone would do that and that she felt happy about it. Like revenge. She had spent some time after the incident talking to the other passengers, and she now knew just how dangerous and untrustworthy the elven man could be.

Eon is visiting out of curiosity as to the extent of Erol's injuries, and to perhaps understand the reason for his actions.]

[Commentlog] o noes :<

[psychoticracer]

[Erol is resting, but his ears twitch and his dark golden eyes open at the sound of footsteps.

Out of all the people he expected to drop by, this is possibly the last.]

Come to stick a knife in my side? I think there's a line for that.

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[dual_dragon]

[Offended Eon is offended.]

I'm not that kind of person, like you are. I was just... curious, I suppose. And I wanted to talk a little.

[She glances to the side at the young boy, his apparent body guard.]

Is it okay if I stay here a little while?

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[threedaystime]

[He'd stood when the woman entered, and watched their exchange wearily. When she suddenly speaks to him, he pauses for a moment and just gives a short nod. He's watching you, though, lady.]

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[oblique_wisdom]

[It may be cruel, but Zelda seems to find that Erol had this coming--whatever 'this' is. She can't lend him her sympathy any longer--if that was what she had to begin with.

There's the initial click of her having picked it up. She can't seem to think of anything to say, however, and after a moments of silence, she simply shuts it off.

That's the end of your chapter, Erol, but not quite the end of the book.]

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[psychoticracer]

So good to know you remain concerned with my well-being.

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[oblique_wisdom]

[Ouch.]

...I did not say anything.

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[psychoticracer]

[Yeah, he's starting to show his teeth.]

I noticed.

[fibrir]

[Frenzy strolls into the infirmary with a laptop under one arm. Flicking his fingers dismissively at Link, he climbs up the side of Erol's hospital bed and settles just left of the damaged organic's feet, silently claiming the area as his. He quickly sets up his makeshift workstation, opening the laptop and booting the OS. As it loads, he spares Erol a brief look and an even briefer explanation as to his visit.]

Bored.

[He then hunches over the laptop's white-bright screen, the sound of furious typing filling the infirmary.]

[psychoticracer]

[Erol shifts a bit to make sure Frenzy has enough room. His smirk belies his approval of the robot's attitude towards Link; the more he sees, the more he LIKES this little bastard.]

Hmm. Can't interface directly with this one? Or is there a separate appeal to using a keyboard.

[fibrir]

[The little bastard likes you, too, Erol. And to show how much, he's actually half-way paying attention to you. How 'bout that? One eye-stalk cants toward the long-eared fleshy, the other still focused on what Frenzy's typing.]

Can. Easier this way, though. Faster. Hafta think stupid to ja-jack in to fleshy systems. Really, really stupid. Lotta processing power.

[As for the second question, Frenzy shrugs.]

Like typing.

[psychoticracer]

Ah. That makes sense.

[My god, he even got an eye-stalk in his direction! It’s a match made in heaven.]

What are you doing with that bit of hardware, then?

[He didn’t imagine it could even access ShipNET, let alone any other network - seeing as how nothing else even existed, to hear the cyborgs complain. Perhaps there was something interesting on the hard drive?]

[ttlynotawizard]

Who are we threatening now?

[That's what Remy manages to say. All he's thinking is that he hopes this isn't another brand of vigilante justice. He doesn't feel like having Erol come after him later and not knowing why.]

[psychoticracer]

No one.

[Aw gee. Next time Erol comes after you, he'll be sure to let you know who picked up the vigilante torch, thus sealing your fate~]