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Current Location: The Durandal

Log; Complete

When; March 14th. Late Afternoon.
Rating; PG-13.
Warnings; Just language so far.
Characters; chaos [

manifestwill], Jr./Rubedo [

red_dragon_666], Elena [

lady_turk], and Mary Godwin [

socius].
Summary; NOBODY IS FOLLOWING LITTLE MASTER'S ORDERS. DX A small part of this log was planned out, and part of the fight will be outside the hold. Affected!Mary and Affected!Elena means that the hold will probably be unlocked, and at least for today, the pregnant!ladies will be free to roam the Durandal and stuff.
Log;

His arms were still definitely sore, but at least he'd gotten his oxygen back. Rubbing at his middle, Rubedo was quick to stagger back up, glaring at chaos in all of his defiant glory.

It's just a curse. Don't let it piss you off. He can't help it.

...

"Prepare yourself."

SHIT. "chaos, you better stand down!" Already, Rubedo was feeling backed into a corner. He didn't like this. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since that trip to the park with Elena and the others, and he was a little unsure how well he could stand up to the 'teenager' in this state.

But still, better him than some innocent bystander, right?

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Feeling cornered?

You should.

chaos has begun the ritual of carefully adjusting his gloves, with the same serene deliberation that somehow makes this curse-driven aggression so dissonant against his usual character.

It was a little like watching yourself in a nightmare, a consciousness veiled by a power beyond reckoning.

Normally, Jr. would--should be able to stand against chaos. Combine with it more power than Jr. would remember and his state of weakness, it wasn't looking good for the URTV. Fortunately, with it came a will to simply toy with one's opponent.

"Time's up."

'Soft' martial arts is a deceptive description, a fact that chaos means to drill home when he starts forward, fully intending on dropping a glowing palm to one shoulder to unbalance, with a kick to the back of ankles.

If Jr. isn't quick enough to avoid it, there's a follow-up kick about to be landed wherever he winds up, and that--if it lands--he will undoubtedly feel.

Time's up? What's that me--oh shit.

Rubedo had moved to get out of the way, but all that resulted in was him completely tripping over a leg and being effectively knocked clean over. Once again, the wind was knocked out of him just enough to daze him, and he rolled in time to see a foot flying right at him yet again.

Not quick enough to keep from falling maybe, but certainly quick enough to keep his face from getting rearranged. His arm shot up to block, and he just knew that was going to bruise in the morning, and with a growl he curled his fingers around the provided ankle and yanked so that chaos could enjoy the floor just as much as he currently was.

"Screw this! We're not fighting in the halls like this! If you want a fight, we're going to the hangar or something!"

Not waiting around to see if chaos would even listen, he scrambled up and broke into a run. If he was lucky, he would simply out run him, and really the Durandal was big enough to make it pretty easy to lose someone.

Of course, he was immediately distracted after clearing a few corners, when he realized he was about to pass the hold that the girls were in. Apparently Mary was on guard duty, so he stopped for a second to wave wearily to her before peeking into the area all the girls were staying in.

"Hey, Elena! I don't really have the time to stick around, but just wanted to say Happy Anniversary!"

chaos might prove here, thanks to a curse of all things, why it's dangerous to underestimate the often mild-mannered youth.

There is only one assurance in this: chaos' willpower might be enough to avoid doing lasting damage to his friend--or damage that could not be easily mended with Medica.

The fact that his expression remains a kind of impassive serenity through all this may or may not be as off-putting for Jr. as it might be for strangers.

It was, admittedly, kind of creepy.

His ankle caught, brows lift in subtle surprise, in those moments before he too is thrown to the floor. One gloved hand and one knee catch him before he lands too hard and redirect him in a smooth kip-up that has him back in a ready stance...

And Jr. is already down the hall.

The URTV might think he's actually lost chaos earlier than expected, except that he stalls just long enough--and once again tackled to the floor. It takes some struggling (a lot of struggling) before chaos manages to situate himself, and begins methodically attempting to wrench Jr's arm behind his back.

He even has time to smile at the holding area, as if he weren't trying to dislocate his best friend's arm. "Oh, you're Elena?" chaos greets pleasantly, "Jr. speaks so highly of you." WRENCH. "Let's talk more later, okay?"

Well, it was certainly a distraction to see your boyfriend running past, suddenly stop, wish you a happy anniversary, and then suddenly get tackled by someone you'd never met before, who seemed rather intent on pulling his arm out of his socket. Thankfully Elena had managed to get some sleep so her brain wasn't quite as out of it as it could have been.

Still, she had to blink for a second before being able to respond. "Yes, I'm Elena. I don't think I've had the pleasure of knowing your name though," she stated, starting off casually with only a single eyebrow raised. "But you do realize I might have some protest with what you're doing right now."

Mary, as it were, had just looked up from her monitor -- perhaps she had been monitoring vitals, when Jr. and chaos rather, well, chaotically tumbled into her field of view. It was a curse day, of course, she knew that much. Curse day or not, however, it didn't exactly make the fact that chaos was currently trying to wrench Jr.'s arm from its socket any less painful.

"Oh Little Master, chaos," she began, as she placed her hands on her hips and walked up beside Elena, shaking her head. "What are we going to do with you two?"

Mary shot Elena a helpless look before she gestures towards chaos. "Elena, this is chaos. He just arrived the other day, but he's from our world. He's-" She paused and heaved another sigh. "chaos, would you please stop trying to dislocate Little Master's arm?" Then, without missing a beat, she continued. "He's a very nice person."

"Us two?! Mary, I'm not doing anything wrong!" A particularly hard wrench made his voice crack as he yelled at Mary, hoping talking would keep him from outright screaming.

"chaos, I told you to get the fuck offa me!" This was embarrassing. He was supposed to command this ship and make sure everyone felt safe, and all the women of the crew just had to be there witnessing him getting totally owned.

With a growl, he strained to reach one of his Makarovs, which was a bit hard considering the position he was in. Did Elena HAVE to be looking?!

Finally, his free hand managed to find one of his guns--WHY DID THEY HAVE TO BE UNDER chaos- to yank it from his holster, and realized this...was going to hurt. With an irritated yell, he wrenched around and rolled over, biting his tongue as the pop that sounded was accompanied by a pain that only made him growl more in a very furious attempt to not scream.

At least, though, he had swapped positions with chaos, leaving his friend to face the end of a loaded barrel. "I told you to stand down. We're supposed to be protecting these girls, not fighting in front of them."

"Oh, of course!"

"I'm called chaos. The pleasure is mine," is said with such calm courtesy that the fact he's presently giving Jr. reason to scream obscenities is a new definition of surreal.

"Hello, Mary," he says, failing to skip a beat. "I'd be more than happy to, if he says please."

The URTV is given a brief respite as chaos glances down, then back at Elena, and down again. "Oh, I see--I didn't realize your relationship was like that. I apologize."

Wh...what?

"I assure you this is entirely violent!" chirps chaos positively. "Nothing mor--" His eyes widen.

One could dare say he looks briefly scandalized.

"..."

Such is his shock (admit it--a sudden if accidental grope on one's way to a handgun wasn't something people expect) that he doesn't actually react until their roles have been reversed. Rather than be properly embarassed, chaos politely deadpans, "I acknowledge your feelings but must regretfully decline!"

--WHAT. Can't he even pretend to be a little put off by facing a loaded gun?

"I really do think I'd much rather prefer having him in one piece and with all his parts attached in the right way," Elena deadpans, looking even more amused at the situation. Though she had to wince when she heard the rather disturbing sounding pop and the look on Jr.'s face. That was going to hurt later, if it wasn't already.

"Nice guy or not Mary, I'm not sure I can be all that friendly with someone who turns down such an offer like that from my alleged 'guardian and protector' during my time of need." Sarcasm. You really had to love it. Elena knew she did.

"So as friendly as this violent fight might be, mind backing off please?" First a hole in his chest and now a dislocated arm... What next?

If chaos was allowed to look shocked, then Rubedo was plenty free to look downright horrified. "The HELL, chaos! That better be the curse talking or I'm five seconds away from--oh fuck it." With a jerk of his arm, he let the butt of his gun hit chaos enough to knock him flat out.

Not enough to do brain damage, but Mary would definitely need to give him some meds when he woke up. Plus, he had a feeling if he inflicted some damage on chaos now, they'd be a little more even, and maybe his friend wouldn't apologize as many times as Rubedo had a feeling he would be the next day.

"Mary, go ahead and take him somewhere and keep an eye on him. I don't want him waking up and causing trouble. And the girls, just... Ugh." Rubedo winced and stood up, holstering his gun. "Let them out for now. This is fucked. I don't want anyone leaving the Durandal, though."

"Would you like me to take a look at your shoulder before I leave, Little Master?" Mary shot chaos a sympathetic sort of look before she, without warning, promptly scooped him up in bridal style fashion and simply stared at Jr., awaiting a reply. On any other given day, she might have asked for assistance -- but surely not on a curse day!

She was tough stuff today, after all.

"I'll keep an eye on him and you can help keep an eye on Elena and the others." She smiled and nodded towards Elena. "It is your anniversary, isn't it? You should enjoy it, but try to take care of yourself, Little Master. It isn't fun patching you up all the time!"

"You know, I really do like Mary," Elena stated randomly, following her with her eyes as she walked out with chaos in her arms. "She can be such a helpful person." Walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder, Elena dropped part of the amused look on her face to show a bit more of the concern she was actually feeling. "But are you going to be okay? That didn't sound all that nice back there."

They hadn't had any privacy in a while, not since that day in the park. And although the other women who had been kidnapped as well were still around, it was a lot better than it had been. At least there wasn't anyone exactly present to listen in or spy on them.

Rubedo shook his head at Mary. "No... Just handle chaos. I definitely suggest tying him up..." He eyed Mary for a second, wondering if she could be under the curse's influence...but, nah.

A crooked smile was offered to Elena before he turned to lean his injured arm against the wall. "I'm fine, I...have had this happen more than once, that's for sure."

He could fix it himself if he placed it just right, and then a slam of his shoulder against the wall resulted in another crack, and his teeth ground as he kept from whimpering. Then, after a second of recovering, he slumped a bit against the wall and croaked out wearily, "There, see? Fixed it."

One well-aimed blow is really all it takes, sometimes. It is, however, fortunate that chaos is both light and rather completely unconscious, as he'll be remaining so until this god-forsaken curse is done with.

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