James Tiberius Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
universal_charm) wrote2013-04-05 08:50 pm
universal_charm) wrote2013-04-05 08:50 pm
Entry tags:
8th World: Ramifications [ Video / Action ]
[ video ]
[ Kirk's face appears in the journals, distant, cold - at least for the Captain. His head had been itching all morning, and all day yesterday, waiting, hoping it was just Spock needing alone time, but...]
Spock's been kidnapped, so, if you had anything planned with him for the next week... well, going to have to put it off. Sorry.
[ How does he know? Well, that's for him to know and you to pry out of him. But that's his message for everyone, and perhaps it's more of reassurance for himself, though he doesn't like it, not one bit. He ends his message there, though. He'd answer questions about it later, if there were any
Though how to explain to Arya what this was, and that it could happen to him or her or anyone if someone hadn't done it already. Fun.]
[ action ]
[ Kirk can't abide sitting around and moping. It's not him, even though a part of him wants to. First the draft and now this? Sure he had been told it wasn't really the Malnosso's fault, but who else do you blame for this? He wished he could wrap his hands around one of their throats and squeeze and squeeze until the life was out of them, but that wouldn't accomplish much, and he'd probably get in trouble with the Fleet for it, wouldn't he?
Since his favorite option wasn't really an option, he voted for some physical exercise instead.
Sweats on, he went out for a jog around the edges of their little village and then back in through the streets. The burn kept his mind sharped and focused without letting it drift to places it should not. Like... no, no don't go there. He and Spock had talked that out and he wasn't supposed to go there. Sweat dripped down his face and neck, staining his shirt, and he kept pushing until his legs gave and he collapsed by the fountain, gasping for air between dunking his face into the water. He would worry about possible sanitation concerns later.
Later, he would find his way into the Battle Dome, calling up a simulation. He didn't want to bother any of his friends/teachers for a lesson at the moment, preferring to pummel his opponent with the private bubble of his own rage. He keyed his opponent as one of his well remembered bar thugs (and might have born a bit of a resemblance to a certain crew member on his ship with the endearing nickname of "cupcake"). Out of old habit now his arms were rising into the defense postures he'd learned from people like Steve and... and Zevran, feet shuffling into position. One breathe, another, go in for the strike....
If you didn't catch Kirk there, they'd probably find him later, sitting outside Buffy's bar with a beer in hand. He wasn't prone to drinking when upset, or at least he was trying not to be, but neither did he want to be in there, around... around people or huddled in a corner. So he sat outside in crispe air, taking slowly draughts from a brown bottle and looking up at the sky and suddenly cringing, recalling another guy's rather gut churning revelation - those stars were fake, a simulation for their benefit.
And because he felt like being petty in that singular moment, he tossed his hand up, middle finger raised in defiance. It was small, but it made him feel a little better, at least.]
[ ooc: respond to Kirk via the journal, or catch him jogging around town, at the Battle Dome, or out drinking in the evening. ]
[ Kirk's face appears in the journals, distant, cold - at least for the Captain. His head had been itching all morning, and all day yesterday, waiting, hoping it was just Spock needing alone time, but...]
Spock's been kidnapped, so, if you had anything planned with him for the next week... well, going to have to put it off. Sorry.
[ How does he know? Well, that's for him to know and you to pry out of him. But that's his message for everyone, and perhaps it's more of reassurance for himself, though he doesn't like it, not one bit. He ends his message there, though. He'd answer questions about it later, if there were any
Though how to explain to Arya what this was, and that it could happen to him or her or anyone if someone hadn't done it already. Fun.]
[ action ]
[ Kirk can't abide sitting around and moping. It's not him, even though a part of him wants to. First the draft and now this? Sure he had been told it wasn't really the Malnosso's fault, but who else do you blame for this? He wished he could wrap his hands around one of their throats and squeeze and squeeze until the life was out of them, but that wouldn't accomplish much, and he'd probably get in trouble with the Fleet for it, wouldn't he?
Since his favorite option wasn't really an option, he voted for some physical exercise instead.
Sweats on, he went out for a jog around the edges of their little village and then back in through the streets. The burn kept his mind sharped and focused without letting it drift to places it should not. Like... no, no don't go there. He and Spock had talked that out and he wasn't supposed to go there. Sweat dripped down his face and neck, staining his shirt, and he kept pushing until his legs gave and he collapsed by the fountain, gasping for air between dunking his face into the water. He would worry about possible sanitation concerns later.
Later, he would find his way into the Battle Dome, calling up a simulation. He didn't want to bother any of his friends/teachers for a lesson at the moment, preferring to pummel his opponent with the private bubble of his own rage. He keyed his opponent as one of his well remembered bar thugs (and might have born a bit of a resemblance to a certain crew member on his ship with the endearing nickname of "cupcake"). Out of old habit now his arms were rising into the defense postures he'd learned from people like Steve and... and Zevran, feet shuffling into position. One breathe, another, go in for the strike....
If you didn't catch Kirk there, they'd probably find him later, sitting outside Buffy's bar with a beer in hand. He wasn't prone to drinking when upset, or at least he was trying not to be, but neither did he want to be in there, around... around people or huddled in a corner. So he sat outside in crispe air, taking slowly draughts from a brown bottle and looking up at the sky and suddenly cringing, recalling another guy's rather gut churning revelation - those stars were fake, a simulation for their benefit.
And because he felt like being petty in that singular moment, he tossed his hand up, middle finger raised in defiance. It was small, but it made him feel a little better, at least.]
[ ooc: respond to Kirk via the journal, or catch him jogging around town, at the Battle Dome, or out drinking in the evening. ]
[Action]
[He tilts his head, curious. As far as he knows, there's no Filial Spirit named that...]
Re: [Action]
His name is longer than that, but I'm not up to saying it. He's a wind spirit - he got stuck to Spock a bit back.
[Action]
Re: [Action]
Neither do I, I just know he and Spock are friends and he has something mystic to do with the wind and can get electrically charged.
[Action]
[He smiles, still looking a little embarrassed.]
But I look like a human, so it's easier for me to just act like I am one. Besides, I don't have all of my powers anyway.
Re: [Action]
Well, for what it matters, you look just like a young boy and you act like one just fine. More polite, maybe, than most, but other than that.
[Action]
Re: [Action]
Well, if you think you are, who's to say you aren't?
[Action]
That's how I see it too. Things like that shouldn't matter here, or anywhere else either.
Re: [Action]
[ He reached out and ruffled the other's hair gently, an uncle to a nephew. ]
Way I see it, you're human as they come. Even if you weren't, you're a good kid.
[Action]
Thanks, Uncle Jim. That really means a lot to me.
[And it does, because he still has memories of the people in Luin telling him that he was a monster and a traitor.]
Re: [Action]
[ Uncle Jim, huh? It was odd, hearing it for real, but he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. ]
If anyone ever tells you different, you come get me, k?
[Action]
[He'll try not to, though, because he doesn't want to feel like he has to have other people stand up for him instead of doing it for himself. Still, it's nice to know that someone has his back if he ever really needs it.]
Re: [Action]
[ He smiled and wrapped his arm around Emil, tugging him in for a quick, squeezing hug. ]
[Action]
Re: [Action]
[ Always glad to be of service. ]
[ ooc: So, I went ahead and put a log for the camping trip, but we can actually choose the weekend it was on later. I figured I should do it now or it would never get done! Here it be]
[Action]