James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2012-11-15 03:43 pm
universal_charm) wrote2012-11-15 03:43 pm
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World 03 - Returning to Normal Space [ Action / Audio ]
[ Okay, this sucked. This really, really sucked. To be quite honest he wasn't very sure how long he had been locked up and poked and prodded, but it was long enough and he had never been quite so happy for fresh air and trees. He just hated that he was jumping at every little crack and tweet. He hadn't been this twitchy since... well, he couldn't remember. Maybe his first big storm, but what did it matter? He was twitchy, but wouldn't you be after being held captive for so long?
And he was seriously out of shape if this jaunt through the wood was making him pant and sweat. He gulped, aching everywhere, and pretty sure that his already bruised up body would not thank him for this later. In fact, it was not thanking him now. It was violently protesting, and he finally gave him and found a place to ease himself down and sit.
He thought it must have been some sort of cruel mercy that his captors had given him back his journal-thing when he woke up inside the forest of his original birdcage. He glared at it for a minute as he tried to remember how to turn it on, and finally got it going, so a little image of him appeared to whoever was listen. ]
So, contrary to what I assume is popular belief, I'm not dead. But, uh, could use some help making it all the way home, you know? I'm sitting in the woods, hugging a tree, so come and find me. I don't plan on moving any time soon.
[ He doesn't think he looks to bad to others, at least. He has a few bruises around his jaw and nose, but otherwise does not seem overly harmed. Though the bruises are a lovely shade of blue and green at this point. ]
[ooc: Yup, he's back from kidnapping!! With a little side-effect: his flirt skills are going to be seriously cramped for a bit, since anytime he sees a girl, he'll get physically ill. Don't take it personally ladies.]
And he was seriously out of shape if this jaunt through the wood was making him pant and sweat. He gulped, aching everywhere, and pretty sure that his already bruised up body would not thank him for this later. In fact, it was not thanking him now. It was violently protesting, and he finally gave him and found a place to ease himself down and sit.
He thought it must have been some sort of cruel mercy that his captors had given him back his journal-thing when he woke up inside the forest of his original birdcage. He glared at it for a minute as he tried to remember how to turn it on, and finally got it going, so a little image of him appeared to whoever was listen. ]
So, contrary to what I assume is popular belief, I'm not dead. But, uh, could use some help making it all the way home, you know? I'm sitting in the woods, hugging a tree, so come and find me. I don't plan on moving any time soon.
[ He doesn't think he looks to bad to others, at least. He has a few bruises around his jaw and nose, but otherwise does not seem overly harmed. Though the bruises are a lovely shade of blue and green at this point. ]
[ooc: Yup, he's back from kidnapping!! With a little side-effect: his flirt skills are going to be seriously cramped for a bit, since anytime he sees a girl, he'll get physically ill. Don't take it personally ladies.]
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[But it was part of what connected him to Krik's first officer--something that he didn't want to detail yet.]
...It's no problem. [A cough punctuated his words, clear evidence that he wasn't fully recovered himself. He tossed the chemical hand warmers at Kirk, followed by the mittens.]
You're a friend of a friend, and not a bad guy...even if you are a smart ass. Crack those little packets like you do a glow wand and drop them into the mittens before you put them on. That'll keep you hands warm.
[It saved his fingers during terrible snow storms last winter.]
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Then the words really sank in -]
Wait, friend of a friend? Hurtful.
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[He pulled out the scarf to hand over.]
But you're a friend of Spock's, and he's a friend. That's what matters, right?
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[He took the scarf and wrapped it around him, feeling his throat warm, which went down into his chest and he was extremely grateful for that.]
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[It's not his place to describe the accidents that were involved in his connection with Spock. The uncertainty that lingered in his mind was only one aspect of it. That Shift was damaging to all parties involved, but it left Spock utterly broken. The last six weeks were difficult, but he was almost certain that Spock was on the mend.
Lupin offered a hand.]
Let's go back to the village and get you some coffee.
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[He grasped the hand and let himself be pulled up, hugging the warm clothing tighter to himself as they began the descent back into their little village.]
So... debrief me, Lupin. Anything interesting while I was away?
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[He was playing, hiding behind the humor for both of their sake. Lupin guided Kirk down the path but stayed close, in case Kirk needed a support. The cold air bit at him with every step-- he should have dressed better-- but they weren't too far from the village.
He idly flexed his fingers as he walked and tried to call on Eferin for a little something, but he was too distracted by the cold wind. The clouds were going to break soon, his intuition told him. Kirk was lucky to have arrived when he did.
...enough games:]
It's the middle of November now, so let's see...
Halloween brought us an influx of ghosts. And, it also brought us a terrible draft. Zombies were involved. [And it nearly undid all of his progress with Spock.] October was quiet besides that, so there hasn't been much.
Really? You just missed Halloween and you're a week or so out from Thanksgiving...right? I'm not from the States, so I don't always pay attention to your holidays.
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And yeah, that sounds about right. We don't put as much pressure on it at the Academy because of all the non-Earth students we get. Politically correct and all.
[He shrugged as they walked, breath misting, eager to get somewhere warmer and with coffee and warm food. It sounded like heaven, it really did.]
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[He sighed. It wouldn't take them much longer to reach the village and, by extension, Community House 1.]
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He paused for a moment to catch his breath and assess the surroundings. Maybe it was the chill that made everything more difficult, he wondered. Regardless, he kept his cool.]
Shouldn't be much further. We'll want to get you showered too. And clothes.
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I say Merry Christmas all I want. I was raised on Christmas.
But you doing okay? Not used to cold weather?
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[Said simply, concisely. Kirk didn't need to know about what he experienced last summer--that was outside, personal information.]
And I think I can see the forest clearing ahead. Your place or mine?
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[He was hurt, but he was a man, damn it! He would act like one... and play it up later against Spock.]
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[Nevermind that he's had a certain Vulcan sleeping in the spare room of his apartment for the last six weeks.]
We can get your clothes that way too. Mine won't fit you. You're too...
[Stocky. Broad. Muscular. Built like a soldier.]
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[It was true. Beneath his clothes, Kurt had dropped a few pounds and quite a bit of muscle tone. It was going to take some seriously hard work to get it back.]
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Trust me. You won't.
[His suits were custom tailored for a reason. Lupin was a very slender, leggy man. Normal sizes simply didn't fit him right.]
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Heh, fine by me anyways. I was never a suit man.
[voice]
He held his tongue, for the sake of their mutual friend.]
It'll be a bit longer to get to your place then. That. [He pointed at the apartment building.] Is mine.
[He kept his pace even but slow for Kirk to keep up as he deviated from the earthen paths in the town to get to the other house more quickly. Don't even ask how Lupin knew which one or where it was.]
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[He was panting, his bruises, dehydration, and mal-nutrition getting to him.]
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[He pauses and gives the other a look.]
What, are you harboring a rabid badger or something?
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That's none of your business.
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