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the_campus2013-10-03 11:49 pm
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alright fine jeez he's alive again
[A while ago, Boone was shot. Not long after that, he died. End of story, right?]
[Yeah, no. After waking up in a bed in the infirmary, missing his weapons and feeling slow and sluggish, Boone has made it back into the hallway and is looking... lost. He's not supposed to be here. It was over for him- he felt himself slip away, and yet here he is... standing here as if nothing happened, vaguely aware that he's missing a huge chunk of time. He'd doubt that any of it ever happened in the first place, but he's seen the scar on his stomach.
He thinks back to the last thing he remembers- Elle by his side, trying desperately to save him. She'd been hysterical. All for him. Huh... it's a strange feeling. Someone giving a damn. He almost wishes she hadn't. She'd saved him a lot of pain with all the Stimpaks and Med-X she'd stuck him with, but in the end she'd had to watch him die. Just someone else who had to suffer because of him.]
[Walking feels odd after so long. He's acutely aware of the fact that he's unarmed, but he doesn't know if he can make himself care. What's the worst that can happen when you've already died? Goddamnit... he thought it was over. It was supposed to be his time. It hadn't been quick, and it had been at the hands of the Legion, but it was over. Now, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He could say he's pissed off but that wouldn't come close to how angry he is that he's walking around again. The only thing he feels he can do is make life hell for the people who killed him in the first place. Yeah... they weren't expecting him to come back from this, either. Sibyll showed him her true face because she thought he was a dead man, and Vulpes... that son of a bitch must have ordered her to follow him in the first place. If he didn't have a reason to hate the Legion before, he sure does now- and Vulpes just put himself at the top of Boone's shit list. First, though... he needs to get his weapons back, which means finding Elle. Christ, he hopes they haven't gotten to her, too.]
((haha... he was supposed to be dead for three days but it kind of didn't work out like that :| so uh, yeah. pissed off boone walking the hallways.))
[Yeah, no. After waking up in a bed in the infirmary, missing his weapons and feeling slow and sluggish, Boone has made it back into the hallway and is looking... lost. He's not supposed to be here. It was over for him- he felt himself slip away, and yet here he is... standing here as if nothing happened, vaguely aware that he's missing a huge chunk of time. He'd doubt that any of it ever happened in the first place, but he's seen the scar on his stomach.
He thinks back to the last thing he remembers- Elle by his side, trying desperately to save him. She'd been hysterical. All for him. Huh... it's a strange feeling. Someone giving a damn. He almost wishes she hadn't. She'd saved him a lot of pain with all the Stimpaks and Med-X she'd stuck him with, but in the end she'd had to watch him die. Just someone else who had to suffer because of him.]
[Walking feels odd after so long. He's acutely aware of the fact that he's unarmed, but he doesn't know if he can make himself care. What's the worst that can happen when you've already died? Goddamnit... he thought it was over. It was supposed to be his time. It hadn't been quick, and it had been at the hands of the Legion, but it was over. Now, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He could say he's pissed off but that wouldn't come close to how angry he is that he's walking around again. The only thing he feels he can do is make life hell for the people who killed him in the first place. Yeah... they weren't expecting him to come back from this, either. Sibyll showed him her true face because she thought he was a dead man, and Vulpes... that son of a bitch must have ordered her to follow him in the first place. If he didn't have a reason to hate the Legion before, he sure does now- and Vulpes just put himself at the top of Boone's shit list. First, though... he needs to get his weapons back, which means finding Elle. Christ, he hopes they haven't gotten to her, too.]
((haha... he was supposed to be dead for three days but it kind of didn't work out like that :| so uh, yeah. pissed off boone walking the hallways.))
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Then you did a poor job. You must always be sure they are dead.
[He marks his page in the book and closes it, setting it on the table. He does wonder why this man wouldn't try to kill him after what had happened, but... it isn't unheard of for these things to happen.]
He is a killer also, si? If I left a man alive, it would be as a message... he would go back to his allies and let them know what they were dealing with. Of course, there is no use in sending a man back alone if he did not learn his lesson, and such a lesson is usually learned through watching his friends die horribly. In those cases, a severed head sent back to whoever sent him often served well enough.
[He taps his chin thoughtfully, looking Vulpes over.]
So... perhaps it is simply an insult.
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If so, he is a fool. I will put him back in that grave sooner or later.
[He just needs to get his hands on a gun. If he'd had one during their encounter, there wouldn't have been any contest.]
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[There's no point in sitting there and talking about it. It won't kill anyone any faster. Micheletto gets to his feet and takes Vulpes' chin in his hand, tilting his head up. His neck is pretty bruised. He can already tell how Boone got away. There's something else he's noticed, too.]
Where is your weapon?
[Micheletto is extremely fond of that ripper. In the right hands, a weapon like that... just the sound alone is intimidating.]
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[For now, he can't imagine going out after Boone again would be wise. Not while he's swaying when standing and lacking a weapon.]
[Vulpes goes to swat Micheletto's hand away when he grabs his chin. He doesn't recall volunteering a close up look of his injuries.]
...He managed to take it. And, before you say anything. I know. Again.
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...Ah.
[He says nothing else, but he manages to make that one syllable sound extremely condescending.]
Then I am sure you are only alive now because he intended to insult you. Leaving you alive but with no weapon... he is surely mocking you.
[He straightens up again with a frown. He would offer to help Vulpes- it seems like he might need it- but this isn't his fight. If they've brought their fight here from home, then he has no place in it. He'll only intervene if Vulpes explicitly asks him to.]
For now, there is nothing to be done. You are not in any condition to look for him. You will rest here until you are well. I will make us both food.
[He'd spent a good while yelling at Vulpes to stay in bed after being shot in the leg. Now that he's finally healed from that well enough, it looks like he'll be keeping him in for another day or so just to make sure.]
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He didn't walk away unscathed. He has no right to mock me in that way.
[No... he isn't going to ask for help. Normally Vulpes prefers to have others do his dirty work, but this has become very personal. He'd like to kill Boone himself now.]
This is hardly anything. I will be fine soon enough.
[Although with the way his head is pounding, the thought of eating anything doesn't really appeal.]
I don't think I'll be eating just yet.
[He doesn't go to lie down on his bed, however. This time he doesn't have any desire to go out when he shouldn't be doing so.]