Alexander Varista (
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savetheearth2014-03-28 07:22 pm
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[open] monstas!
Who: Alexander, open!
When: March 29th through the first week of April.
Where: Various locations in Locke City.
What: Encounters with the no-longer-quite-so-mundane item monsters both on and off the clock.
Warnings: tba!
Various prompts in the comments!
A: Playing cards versus Starbucks
B: Answering a monster-related 911 call
C: Bring your own adventure
Prompts are in prose, but it doesn't matter which format you use. I'll match!
When: March 29th through the first week of April.
Where: Various locations in Locke City.
What: Encounters with the no-longer-quite-so-mundane item monsters both on and off the clock.
Warnings: tba!
Various prompts in the comments!
A: Playing cards versus Starbucks
B: Answering a monster-related 911 call
C: Bring your own adventure
Prompts are in prose, but it doesn't matter which format you use. I'll match!
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He lowers his own weapon and meets Alex's eyes before nodding. "Yeah, sure, that'll be great." The wounds stings as he moves but otherwise doesn't seem to be bleeding anymore. "You should probably use it on yourself too. I know you got hit at least once yourself."
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Rather than explain, he starts walking towards where his truck is parked, bidding Fil to follow with a wave of his free hand. "You got anywhere to be?" he asks a little loudly, to make up for the fact that he's faced away from Fil.
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"I really hope early morning attacks like these don't become the norm."
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Having reached his truck, Sir Binklesworth, bless his soul, Alex lowers the metal pipe into the truck bed (because it isn't valuable and rare enough like yesterday's sword and spear to keep in the truck's interior) and opens one of the cab's doors to the backseat. His first aid kit is there, as is his sword -- previously, his other self's sword, hey -- in its leather sheathe, worn, but in decent condition.
For a human-made sword in the middle ages/early Renaissance, anyway.
"You wanna sit inside and I'll help you out," he says, motioning to the backseat. "I'm a paramedic, so theoretically, you're in good hands."
Smile!
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Fil leaned the axe in his hands against one of the tires of the truck. It wasn't a bad axe so he was definitely keeping that. Not that they lack bladed weapons in the house but another one won't cause too many raised eyebrows.
"Sure. And thanks. I've only got basic first-aid myself." He answered easily with a cheery grin and took the offered seat. "Nice sword you've got there.
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He hesitates at the slash on Fil's leg. Hm.
"... we can clean up the one on your leg and put a pressure bandage on it-- same with your arm-- neither of them look very serious..." He begins removing the appropriate items as he speaks, handing some of the antiseptic wipes to Fil. "You start on your arm, I'll get your leg, and we can make like a drag team and get out of here in no time flat!"
Alex still has work, after all. He's fine with clocking in late, though. Being attacked by another wave of playing cards is a pretty legitimate reason for tardiness.
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"Sounds good to me. You've got work to get to?" He began to clean the wound with the wipes, hissing a bit at the sting. After he finished. He took some of the offered bandage and began wrapping his arm.
"Hey, do you think Starbucks will make me another coffee for free?"
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And with that, Fil is all patched up. Alex lightly slaps the back of his hand against Fil's uninjured leg to signal first-aid completion.
"T'was a glorious battle, and all such battles require merriment afterwards."
Merriment, in this case, means caffeine.
"I'll head back inside with you," he says, putting his kit away. "They got my coffee and, hopefully, not a bill for that chair..."
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He finished the packing on his arm and rotated the shoulder experimentally.
"Don't worry, if they bill you for the chair, I'll pay half. I was involved, after all."
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After Fil hopped out of the truck, Alex locked it, saying, "I'm Alex, by the way."
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