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RE: Sable's Experiences - Reeves - 07-23-2020
For the briefest moment of time, he laughed at the question. She'd run all the way here, buzzed his door of the many she had to choose from and then proceeded to ask who he was. Of course he could have just answered her directly, but that wouldn't have been any fun. "Sic Semper Tyrannis, Olivia." He felt that would have been a good enough hint, bringing a hand up to brush his pale white hair back, though in his case it was a choice and not on account of old age. His eyes, currently looking down at her, were anything but pale, a deep striking blue to offer a harsh contrast. He was quiet for a few seconds after that, letting his visitor think and catch their breath, silently wondering if she could stand upright at all. While he let that silence drag on, he looked between her and the closed door into the quarters they had both just walked into. Simple deduction would suggest he was plotting something, hopefully to her benefit. "I take it your visit was coincidental then, not as if I told you I was here, then again we visit the place often enough that you could have bribed somebody to figure out. Fortunate enough for you considering bottom heavy and silk suit are both dead." There wasn't so much as a hint of remorse in his voice for having just shot those two absolute strangers dead. It was hardly an optimal trait for a savior, but it would more than suffice in the case of an accidental one. She was completely and utterly battered, Damian could see that much, but he hardly look compelled by any of it. If anything, he would have probably been sarcastic about it under more pleasant circumstances.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Toaster - 07-23-2020
July 21, 827 A.S.
Sic semper tyrannis. Olivia mouthed the words quietly, trying to figure out where she had heard them before. Her mind was foggy from pain and fatigue, the blood loss from her shoulder not offering much in terms of assistance. Going through her memories felt like wading through a waist-high swamp. A few seconds later, however, she made the connection.
"Damian?" She addressed the pale-haired man standing across from her, surprise plain on her face. "Cobra?"
Realizing who her rescuer was, she straightened up, letting her left hand slowly wander from her right shoulder to the handgun still holstered at her thigh. She had met him before, in space. The last time, they had managed to even share something that resembled civil discourse. However, despite his polite, even welcoming disposition at the time, much of what he had said had rung alarm bells in Olivia's mind. She couldn't find it in her to trust him then and she certainly couldn't do it now, having watched him murder two complete strangers without hesitation or a hint of remorse. He may have saved her life from them, but she wasn't sure she was much safer with him, either.
"Damian?" She addressed the pale-haired man standing across from her, surprise plain on her face. "Cobra?"
Realizing who her rescuer was, she straightened up, letting her left hand slowly wander from her right shoulder to the handgun still holstered at her thigh. She had met him before, in space. The last time, they had managed to even share something that resembled civil discourse. However, despite his polite, even welcoming disposition at the time, much of what he had said had rung alarm bells in Olivia's mind. She couldn't find it in her to trust him then and she certainly couldn't do it now, having watched him murder two complete strangers without hesitation or a hint of remorse. He may have saved her life from them, but she wasn't sure she was much safer with him, either.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Reeves - 07-23-2020
Reaching for her gun, while being a natural reaction given the circumstances, seemed to disappoint him. He found it quite rude after being so helpful just now even with no context as to what the whole situation truly entailed. "Going to shoot me now, Olivia? Not very grateful of somebody allowed into another's room without invitation." While the words were void of any real aggression, he hardly looked pleased by what her first instincts were when in the room with him. "Well, then do us both a favor and don't miss, because you're going to need however many bullets you have left to escape, especially after whatever it is you did to earn yourself such ardent admirers. That, or you can take your hand off the gun and at least pretend you're grateful." It didn't seem like he was readying himself to draw his weapon in response, but there was enough evidence to suggest that he'd be quick enough to do it before her even with a head start, she was perhaps a little too battered and close to broken in order to be competitive in that regard. He knew this, which is why he was bold enough to walk towards and then right past her, arriving in front of a metal box on the plain walls of this room, he seemed to be extracting the contents of a first-aid kit from it, a silent but clear statement of his intentions.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Toaster - 07-23-2020
July 21, 827 A.S.
Her fingers twitched, hovering just over the grip of her sidearm. Olivia watched the man unpack the medical kit, back turned towards her. An easy shot. Then her mind wandered back to the hallway and the two corpses waiting outside. She had barely even made out the motion of Damian drawing his revolver and firing. Even from this position, she wasn't entirely certain she could draw on him faster than he could react, especially in her current condition. But even so, he had a point. Despite being a dangerous criminal, he had rescued her, entirely without cause. She had no reason to turn on him. At least not yet.
Olivia pulled her hand back from her holster, placing it back over her injured shoulder.
"Alright," she muttered, "you got me. Thanks for the save."
What remained of her strength finally gave out and she leaned back against the wall, letting herself slide down to the floor. She sat there, looking up at the Xeno.
"What's next?"
Olivia pulled her hand back from her holster, placing it back over her injured shoulder.
"Alright," she muttered, "you got me. Thanks for the save."
What remained of her strength finally gave out and she leaned back against the wall, letting herself slide down to the floor. She sat there, looking up at the Xeno.
"What's next?"
RE: Sable's Experiences - Reeves - 07-23-2020
His posture visibly relaxed now that there was no immediate risk of having the wrong end of a gun pointed at him. It wasn't as if he had no sense of self preservation after all. He spent a few moments ignoring her to make sure he had everything he needed before beginning to set down the items on the nightstand just beside the bed in the far corner of the room. It was only after doing all this that he'd bother to answer. "I'm going to patch up that broken wine dispenser you'd normally call a shoulder. Sit down and unzip that suit so I can actually see the damage." The average man might have said that with perverse intentions, but Damian's tone was far too detached to suggest that. Simpler still, he just wasn't the average man. He appeared to be sterilizing a pair of tweezers while awaiting the compliance of his uninvited guest. Damian was by no means a doctor, but there were a few things a criminal ought to know how to do, or anyone with a serious intention to survive for that matter.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Toaster - 07-23-2020
July 21, 827 A.S.
Olivia fumbled with her flightsuit's zipper, her blood-smeared fingers slipping off of the small metal slider. Finally, she managed to get a grip of it, unfastening the top part of the suit and gingerly sliding it off over her right shoulder. Blood immediately started dripping to the floor beneath her, pouring out of a hole the size of a quarter just to the side of her clavicle. She winced as she glanced at it. The pain had subsided only a little and continued to cloud her mind. In her current state, she would just have to trust the Xeno, regardless of his affiliation. She certainly wouldn't manage to depart the station on her own anymore.
She sighed. Isla won't like hearing about this, she thought to herself, her mind briefly filled with images of her hospitalized friend. What Olivia wouldn't give to be there with her right now. Her reverie was quickly interrupted when she saw Damian approach, tweezers in hand.
"You don't exactly look like a surgeon," she grumbled.
She sighed. Isla won't like hearing about this, she thought to herself, her mind briefly filled with images of her hospitalized friend. What Olivia wouldn't give to be there with her right now. Her reverie was quickly interrupted when she saw Damian approach, tweezers in hand.
"You don't exactly look like a surgeon," she grumbled.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Reeves - 07-23-2020
At first he was more concerned with just how much damage had been done to her shoulder and how complicated a bullet removal was going to be. So his response to more ungrateful behavior had to wait for a few moments. He gave no warning of whether this would hurt or not, because it very obviously would. "Your options are me or nothing so either deal with my mediocrity at anything related to medicine or bleed to death, because you will very soon if I don't pull the fragments out and then seal the wound." They were harsh words, but it seemed to come from a place of absolute honesty rather than spur of the moment anger. There wasn't much else he had to offer in terms of conversation, much too focused on finding bits of metal, extracting them and placing the bits in a tray nearby. He would only stopped this painful process when he felt confident in the fact that all the pieces accounts for an entire bullet. The entire process was tedious, having to constantly apply pressure using gauze to keep the bleeding under control after every piece was extracted. It was remarkable he managed to even accomplish that much. Eventually dumping the tweezers into the tray with a sigh of relief for himself. The rest was simple enough, if only time consuming to do. But in the span of thirty minutes he was making the final touches in properly bandaging over the freshly stitched up wound.
"What ship did you come here in? If you can clean yourself up and not leave a trail of blood, a disguise and some quick walking should get you out." He almost made it sound like a prison break of sorts, finally withdrawing his hands and nodding that she could zip herself back up. He didn't seem unnerved by all the blood on his hands but was compelled to wash them immediately out of concern for disease.
"What ship did you come here in? If you can clean yourself up and not leave a trail of blood, a disguise and some quick walking should get you out." He almost made it sound like a prison break of sorts, finally withdrawing his hands and nodding that she could zip herself back up. He didn't seem unnerved by all the blood on his hands but was compelled to wash them immediately out of concern for disease.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Toaster - 07-23-2020
July 21, 827 A.S.
The exhaustion and overwhelming pain throughout her body had already been close to sending Olivia to the land of dreams. The agony of having Damian operate on her shoulder without any kind of anesthetic , however, sent her on a far more unpleasant journey of wanting to pass out but being far too excruciating for her brain to even process that option. So she sat there, teeth gritted and fists clenched, and endured it. Her body felt cold, as ounces of blood escaped through her shoulder.
Finally, it was over. With dazed eyes, she glanced down at the freshly stitched injury. It wasn't pretty - a scar was guaranteed. But it was closed, the constant blood loss finally stemmed. Her eyes wandered up to look at Damian. A grateful smile formed on her face.
"Thanks." With her left hand, she pulled her flightsuit back over her shoulder, careful not to catch the stitching with the tattered material. She took a deep breath, the pain finally beginning to subside.
"My ship's the Sutinga in hangar bay three," she said as she tried to get back up on her feet, exhaustion, however, getting the better of her. She slumped back onto the floor and rested her head against the wall behind her. "I don't have anything to disguise myself with, though."
She looked down at her flightsuit. It was stained with sweat and blood, the right shoulder torn from the bullet impact. She chuckled weakly.
"Christ, I look like hell."
Finally, it was over. With dazed eyes, she glanced down at the freshly stitched injury. It wasn't pretty - a scar was guaranteed. But it was closed, the constant blood loss finally stemmed. Her eyes wandered up to look at Damian. A grateful smile formed on her face.
"Thanks." With her left hand, she pulled her flightsuit back over her shoulder, careful not to catch the stitching with the tattered material. She took a deep breath, the pain finally beginning to subside.
"My ship's the Sutinga in hangar bay three," she said as she tried to get back up on her feet, exhaustion, however, getting the better of her. She slumped back onto the floor and rested her head against the wall behind her. "I don't have anything to disguise myself with, though."
She looked down at her flightsuit. It was stained with sweat and blood, the right shoulder torn from the bullet impact. She chuckled weakly.
"Christ, I look like hell."
RE: Sable's Experiences - Reeves - 07-24-2020
Her expression of gratitude for his assistance in ensuring that she didn't turn pale and never wake up again was met by an expressionless stare. For the few moments after entitling her to eye-contact, Damian seemed to look away and think, it wasn't the most reassuring thing in the world for him to be visibly doing that. "Bathroom's through the door over there, clean up and I'll see what I have for you to put on. Spare suit should be enough to get you passed people looking exclusively for a bloody mess. Two minutes from here to the hangars, that's accounting for good pace. If you don't fall behind, I should be able to get you to your ship. From there you're clear." At the start of his sentence he gestured towards the door he was talking about, proper plumbing was a nice thing to hope for but it was by no means necessary in this situation, he just needed her to not look like the murder she'd committed. Damian used the span of time she'd take to think all of this over and use the bathroom to dig through his belongings and in a locker across the room.
RE: Sable's Experiences - Toaster - 07-24-2020
July 21, 827 A.S.
Her eyes followed Damian's hand to the door in the back of the room. She nodded slowly and, although only shakily, managed to get to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she shambled over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It wasn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but a sink and mirror was all Olivia needed for the purpose of cleaning the blood and grime off her face, neck, and hands. The cold water was invigorating, giving her exhausted circulation a much needed kick start.
She glanced up at the mirror. She really looked like shit. Red water ran off her wetted face, her long, brown hair was matted with blood, her throat bruised from her near-suffocation. She sighed and splashed more water in her face. Through the door, she could hear her rescuer rummaging through his belongings, likely looking for spare clothes for her to don instead of the torn and soiled suit that clung to her battered body.
Her mind finally clearing up, Olivia took the opportunity to give her situation some proper thought. The job had technically been a success. Perno was dead and she had the footage. All that she still needed to do was deliver it to Pedro. Problem was, she had caused a far greater scene than planned, and station security was sure to be on the lookout for her. In fact, she wasn't sure why a security detail hadn't already kicked in the door to Damian's quarters. There had been plenty of witnesses to the double murder he had committed.
Sighing, she chose not to think too hard on it. She would take things one step at a time for now and trust her new ally to handle the details.
Her face and hands more or less cleaned and her hair tied up in a tight bun so as to obscure its less than pretty condition, she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Found anything for me?" She asked as she glanced over at Damian.
She glanced up at the mirror. She really looked like shit. Red water ran off her wetted face, her long, brown hair was matted with blood, her throat bruised from her near-suffocation. She sighed and splashed more water in her face. Through the door, she could hear her rescuer rummaging through his belongings, likely looking for spare clothes for her to don instead of the torn and soiled suit that clung to her battered body.
Her mind finally clearing up, Olivia took the opportunity to give her situation some proper thought. The job had technically been a success. Perno was dead and she had the footage. All that she still needed to do was deliver it to Pedro. Problem was, she had caused a far greater scene than planned, and station security was sure to be on the lookout for her. In fact, she wasn't sure why a security detail hadn't already kicked in the door to Damian's quarters. There had been plenty of witnesses to the double murder he had committed.
Sighing, she chose not to think too hard on it. She would take things one step at a time for now and trust her new ally to handle the details.
Her face and hands more or less cleaned and her hair tied up in a tight bun so as to obscure its less than pretty condition, she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Found anything for me?" She asked as she glanced over at Damian.