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Post by Gleam on Jan 19, 2013 0:16:38 GMT -5
Jagd shrugs, careful to not disturb the icebags on his shoulders. The resulting movement looks remarkably impotent. "Partially. But they travel in gangs anyway, regardless of whether I kill them or not. Might as well make sure I don't go down to some puny band. And yes, I have a gun. But I really prefer a shovel. More useful, doesn't use bullets. Good for disposal afterwards too."
He offers a faintly sleepy half-smile to Kit. "I leave every day. I go to sweep the park, see if anyone's lying around that needs help. Still a medic after all, ain't I?"
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 19, 2013 20:50:00 GMT -5
"you should be more careful. one day you're going to get jumped." kit's halfhearted scolding was reduced to a jumbled mess of mumbles. she would have enjoyed rambling on about the dangers of travelling alone, but today had worn her out. her eyelids felt inexplicably heavier than before and her vision blurred. "mmm. you should teach me how to defend myself tomorrow, yeah? just in case... there's a... zombie... apoca..." her sentence trailed off and her eyes finally shut, plunging kit into dreams of hovercrafts, zombies in hockey masks, and Simon Pegg.
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her vision was no less bleary than when it was before she fell asleep. kit blinked slowly, disoriented after her peculiar dream. she languidly stretched before hauling herself off the mattress. her feet hit the floor heavily, they continued their noise as she dragged herself to jagd. she grabbed his shoulder and gave him a rough shake. "hey. get up. zombies are at the door. i fought off most of them, but i've been bitten. get up before i turn and acquire a taste for your brain."
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Post by Gleam on Jan 22, 2013 17:03:39 GMT -5
Jagd rolls up and rubs at his eyes, then gropes at his bedside for a small canteen, unscrews the cap by memory, and then dumps cold water all over his face. He shrieks faintly and rubs the sleep out of his eyes, shivering momentarily, and two seconds later is already brightly smiling. "Good morning!" he cheers. "How'd you sleep, Miss Esmane?"
He rolls off the bed and stretches his legs with a grimace, then rolls his shoulder. "Bruised nicely, yes." Jagd notes, inhaling, though he smiles anyway and pulls himself up to his feet. "And anyways, how would zombies climb the ladder up?"
With that quizzical question, he pops the front door open and whistles for Magnus.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 22, 2013 17:14:08 GMT -5
kit did little to disguise her snort at jagd's little shriek. "real manly. watch out- you could scare a couple grizzly bears with that battle cry."
she massaged her shoulder, her expression theatrically miserable. "mattress was a little harder than what i prefer, but i managed." his cheery tone made her raise an eyebrow. "awfully happy, aren't you? you know, i don't trust people who smile before nine in the morning..."
"don't think so little of zombies, jagd. you'll see, one day you'll be snoozing away to your hearts content- and then suddenly a zombies pops inside and devours your brain." she imitated claws with her hands and snapped her teeth at jagd, though the acts made her look more like the world's least intimidating dinosaur.
"soooo. when are those fighting lessons coming up, teacher?"
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Post by Gleam on Jan 22, 2013 17:44:20 GMT -5
"I would not try to scare a grizzly bear." Jagd says uneasily, the smile failing a little. "I have seen those things, okay? They're big, and their first response to fear is to claw the shit out of it. I can live without provoking any more of those."
He turns and quirks an eyebrow at Kit as she fidgets. "No point in not being so." he says simply. "If there's things to be done, I'll do them with a smile. Enthusiasm! It's useful." The scarred man grins a bit and ambles back over to his momentary companion, offering her an arm up. "If you're really serious about fighting lessons, I can give that a shot. I honestly thought you were joking."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 22, 2013 18:09:09 GMT -5
"if you haven't noticed, all that smiling gives me the creeps. no one can be that happy. don't make me try to provoke you again. and i won't fail this time." kit replied loftily, leaving out the fact that her last attempt had failed miserably.
"no! i'm being completely serious, can't you tell?" she crossed her arms and glared at jagd, somewhat offended that he wouldn't take her so seriously. "besides, does it look like i know how to defend myself? you might not have noticed due to my stellar moves yesterday, but the only fights i've ever been in are slap fights with high school girls. doesn't exactly prep me for being assaulted by a gang." though she spoke rather flippantly about it, kit felt her heart grow heavy at the idea that she could be the next unfortunate target of one of the more brutal groups.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 23, 2013 19:49:32 GMT -5
Jagd blinks in amusement. "I think I'm just creepy to you. I don't believe many other people feel the need to continually poke me in order to get a negative reaction. In fact I'm pretty sure that it's a unique response so far."
He shrugs and sticks his thumbs back in his pockets, settling into a relaxed position. "Well, fighting naked in a towel does not a victory entice. If I'm going to teach you how to fight I'm going to do it properly, and that's by teaching you the only thing you can use by itself and win - running."
Jagd beams down at Kit. "Get up, we're going for a jog."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 26, 2013 18:26:14 GMT -5
"i hardly believe i'm the only person bothered by your constant smiling. it's creepy. it's like one day i'll wake up and you're hovering over my bed with a pick axe in hand and a smile on your face." kit argued, her imagination as active as ever.
she tsked at his next statement, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it. "jagd, jagd, jagd. everyone knows the girl in the wet towel always wins. i think it's one of the ten commandments or something. you may have thought you won but you didn't." she smiled smugly at him, as if he were a small child she was sure she was intellectually superior to.
"a jog?" it was never too early for kit to whip out her whiniest tone at its highest pitch. "i don't enjoy perspiring." nonetheless, kit walked over to jagd's side, pouting all the way.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 26, 2013 20:08:11 GMT -5
"Pickaxe would ruin the flooring." Jagd replies absently, as he pulls his boots out of a corner of the room, fits them on, and ties the laces tight. "Besides, I don't have one. It'd be a pain finding someplace decent to put it."
He straightens back up and pokes Kit in the shoulder. "Maybe in your universe." he replies glibly, and kicks down the ladder, swinging down onto it. "But everywhere else, it's at best a tie. Mostly due to the fact it murders all your feminine mystique at once . . . whatever little of that you had left, at least."
At the bottom, Jagd waits for Kit to descend before starting out at a light pace, on a circuit following the cracked sidewalk running along in front of the converted water tower. "What, you don't like what it does to your cosmetics?" he questions dryly.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Feb 2, 2013 18:13:48 GMT -5
"a tie? don't kid yourself. and i still have plenty of feminine mystique, thank you very much!" kit crossed her arms, huffing as she did. "now turn around, i'm getting out of these-" she gestured to the oversized outfit she was borrowing, eyeing the sleeves that reached far beyond her hands and the pants that dragged on the floor with disdain. "and changing back into my old clothes."
when she was sure that it was safe to change, kit hurriedly disrobed, stumbling around as she did. she scurried after jagd, descending down the stairs with heavy footsteps. her feet dragged as she trailed after him. "no," was her defensive reply. "i never was very good at running. or anything involving perspiring. i would always fake having 'lady problems' to get out of p.e."
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