8th World: Ramifications [ Video / Action ]

[universal_charm]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[Action]

[capsuleprincess]

If what you want is faint from exhaustion you're doing a great job.

[Bulma doesn't sound as surprised as she would have been years ago, even if she had always been surrounded by fighting freaks it wasn't until Vegeta entered her life that she got to see first hand what was a man training to the point that he seemed to want to hurt himself more than to get stronger. Back home the attitude worried and angered her, it still did but... In Luceti and knowing this place she could understand it a bit more. It really was no different than to just drown everything in a drink.

Still, understanding doesn't mean she likes to see it or approves of it. So when Kirk stopps and dunked his face into the water, Bulma doesn't hesitate to approach and offer him one of the towels she had picked up to take home for the beauty salon.]

[herotypical]

[ someone else has also been recently kidnapped. right from almost under her nose -- and damn, she misses sparrow like one might miss a limb. at what point had she grown so dependent upon the pirate? either way, distraction leads her to be late for her own bar shift. and when she arrives, she comes across kirk. drowning his sorrows. oh how she so very much wanted to drown a thing or two, as well. ]

H-hey. [ she stops abruptly before the door. ] You can come inside, y'know. It's warmer.

[Video]

[fashionably_strong]

I'm sorry to hear about your friend.

[Action]

[aryaunderfoot]

[Spock's disappearance - and all the noise that went with it - has been more than enough to keep Arya on high alert. So when Kirk leaves to go for his jog, he might spot the girl sitting under a tree not too far from the house, slowly, painstakingly, sharpening Needle. Her eyes are locked on the slim blade, motions slow but measured and sure. It's a practice she's absently adopted from her father, and something about having the tree to her back makes her feel almost like she's in a godswood.

She glances up from the blade when Kirk gets closer, a faint frown on her lips.]

You have some kind of weapon, right?

[In case they're still around, she means. Malnosso, "droids", Shifters.]

[lostlegacy]

[Sup, Kirk. I know you're having a really bad time and all, but hopefully you're not pissed enough to take it out on the white-haired four year old playing in the front yard of House 34.

She's just going to stand up from where she was sitting on the ground and wave at you as you jog by.]

Hi!

[Action]

[widows_kiss]

[She'd been watching him from the observation window as he sparred with a simulated opponent, working off his rage and frustration. She understood the concept all too well. Wasn't that why she was here this morning after all? Hadn't she been trying to forget that aching numbness since she'd returned from the battle? She watched him go on and on and on, probably long past when he should have.

And when he gave no sign of stopping, she finally acted, pausing his simulation and freezing his fighting partner before wandering into his room without bothering to ask for permission. It might piss him off, but she could deal with a little temper.

Instead she walked in and headed directly for him, tossing a water bottle at him as she approached. Her other hand held her own, half emptied after her rigorous workout in her own room this morning. Her scarlet curls were drawn back in two short pigtails at the back of her head but damp tendrils had worked their way loose to curl at the nape of her neck. She fixed him with a steady gaze.]

Take a breather. Hydrate. Your morning's not going to get any better if you land in medical.

[truemessiah]

[ Serenity had been on her way to the bar, curious at what new cocktails the place might inspire her to try, but upon seeing Kirk, and his gesture to the sky, she couldn't help but linger nearby. ]

Has the sky upset you?

[fourthgenerationprincess]

Spock's gone?

[ She wishes she could help but everything here seems so futile. ]

Gone gone?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[And indeed, it's outside the bar where Emil spots Kirk, though he almost walks right past the man at first without paying him any mind. Once he realizes who it is, though, he backtracks and walks over to him with a smile. It's a nice enough evening, so enjoying a beer outside doesn't seem like a bad idea to him. Nothing out of the ordinary in his mind, in other words.]

Hey, Uncle Jim. Are you out here enjoying the weather too?