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Jul 27, 2016 12:09:48 GMT
Post by G. Rush on Jul 27, 2016 12:09:48 GMT
Jakob hated doctor's visits. They were the worst. Sitting in a cold room full of white things, being poked and prodded. It reminded him too much of when he was taken from his parents, essentially saved and rightfully so, but it wasn't a pleasant memory really. Alas, he did this to himself in a way. If he hadn't been as reckless he wouldn't have been in a hospital bed, unable to attend classes or go too far without someone stopping him.
He'd checked the news after he was 'released' to his room at least. It was bad. It looked really bad, and it made him recoil at the thought of having to talk to people about it, his fiance included. He was such a terrible person. He hadn't even seen him since he was admitted to the Initiatives medical care. Texted, spoken over the phone, but not seen face to face. Admittedly he didn't want the man to see him the way he was, and even now he was still trying to make the whole situation seem like it hadn't been a big deal.
Typing away at a laptop on his lap, he glanced over at his phone every so often, hoping that his partner was okay, that he wasn't making him mad. All the while he did feel guilt, and oh how it built up the more he laid in bed. However, considering what had occurred, Jakob wasn't so sure he wanted his fiance visiting him in a place that he was supposed to consider safe. The HQ had been attacked. Clearly it wasn't safe here, especially not for his fiance.
Using that as justification to keep him at a distance, Jakob tried distracting himself with virus detection in the mainframe of the Initiative's records. A tablet propped up on his bed side table played the latest anime, set in the samurai era, he'd recently gotten into as a sort of background noise.
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Jul 28, 2016 18:40:52 GMT
Post by scarf on Jul 28, 2016 18:40:52 GMT
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A lot happened this week apparently, it was all over the news. Unfortunately though, he wasn’t here to participate and help out. Eun-ha was overseas, in Russia. A dispatcher has assigned him to a mission about the super soldier serum. Truthfully, the whole phoenix incident was covered there too, it was becoming an international threat after all, but Eun-ha wasn’t there in a fancy hotel watching TV.
He was updated though, especially with Jakob. He asked around to where he is. It’s true that he could’ve just texted him, but he wanted to surprise him with a visit. Upon reaching the front door of his room he texted him, though it seemed counter-productive, it had purpose. He sent him a casual ‘wer u at’ then quickly following it up with a picture. From outside, he snapped a quick one of Jakob in the bed, sending it to the same man and asking ‘who is this nerd lol’. Whatever his reaction may be, Eun-ha invited himself in.
It’s not like he was doing any better. His arm is casted, slung over his shoulder. At least the bruises were gone, but his bone’s definitely going to take some time to heal. With his other able arm however, he carried a small box of diabetes in a box. It’s the doughnuts from that one shop they used to frequently hang out.
He wasn’t Lonny, but damn everything if he’s not going to do his part as a friend. “Look who got beat up.” he jested, ironically since he looked worse than him.
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Jul 28, 2016 21:18:09 GMT
Post by G. Rush on Jul 28, 2016 21:18:09 GMT
He didn't expect anyone to visit him. Aside from the medical staff that were upset with him for even leaving the med bay, he hoped that everyone else just left him alone. Who knew that a dramatic event like the attack on the HQ would bother Rush? Either way it had, and he was avoiding responsibility to make matters worse. It made him feel guilty, but staying hold up in his room was his best course of action until he figured out how he was going to speak to anyone about it.
Peeking at his phone as it buzzed from a notification, he scanned the name as it showed on the screen. A brief blip of his text message appearing, but he merely stared at it. He should probably answer. Over text he could probably lie far easier to Eun-ha than in person, but he hesitated and after the second notification came through with his media message it was too late to reply anyway.
Jakob heard the door open, his eyes flicking up to see his friend who was bandaged too. He'd completely forgotten that he'd been overseas until now, but the fact made him content. At least he hadn't been here, where something might have happened to him too.
His arms were wrapped in gauze from the burns that were still healing over. Thankfully he had a healer work on them every so often, so eventually he'd look good as new in a few days. As for his face, he had a few cuts and scrapes, but nothing too severe. Admittedly most of his damage was internal, and below the neckline, but for that reason he could hide it and he was okay with that. "When did you get back?" Cutting straight to the case, though his eyes did fall to the box in his hand. He knew where it was from, it put him at ease that perhaps he wasn't going to hear an earful from the man.
Maybe he'd just arrived long enough to get him treats and hadn't paid much attention to the news. His side of the story hadn't exactly been aired, though he was quite paranoid leaked footage of the cameras inside the initiative would entirely give him away. Thus further reason for him to reinforce the mainframe with his own set of traps and viruses. "Is that for me?"
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Post by scarf on Jul 30, 2016 8:51:33 GMT
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“Last night.” he answered, approaching the desk found right beside him. He took the box of doughnuts out of the plastic, setting it right. “These aren’t from Russia, obviously. It’s the one a couple of blocks from here.” he added, only to raise a brow after his question. Of course it’s for him. Eun-ha likes sweets, but it’s very rare to see this particular hero spoiling himself. That doesn’t mean he won’t show some sass about it though. “No, it’s for me. You’re going to watch me eat them.”
While he was rummaging through the plastic he brought down earlier, his hands spontaneously twitched. It wasn’t easily noticeable, but Eun-ha felt it. It’s an effect from the infliction his little adventure caused him. The only videos available for it is what happened inside, which wasn’t much. It showed his little saboteur operation with the vigilante, a bit of fight, and the extraction of the serums they were asked to gather. There were no traces of their intended target in the video though. That’s because most of the chaos happened outside.
Eun-ha tried to shrug it off though, maintaining a smile as placed the tissues beside the box. He’d start browsing for a delicacy for Jakob. “Sorry I didn’t bring any gifts. I wanted to give you one of those weird dolls with even more weirder dolls inside. What was it called? A bush-bushka doll?” he butchered its name, then casually asking him to break his indecision about the doughnuts. “Which one is your favorite again?
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Post by G. Rush on Jul 30, 2016 9:30:54 GMT
Last night? Jakob's brow furrowed, eyes lifting from the box in his hands to the man in question. He looked him over then knowing he'd gotten back from a mission as well, but he was curious if something had happened on his behalf too. He eyed him closely on his own, watching out for ticks or unnerved movements. "You should have called." Hypocritical considering he'd been ignoring text messages, but he thought he'd probably would have answered...maybe.
Still, seeing that he had gone to their once favorite place for sweets did cheer him up a little.
"You'll get fat." He pointed out in a mild grumble as Eun-ha dared to joke about not giving him any. The tick noticed, while Jakob had still been watching him for it, he reverted his eyes as if he'd seen nothing at all but stared a bit sullenly at his computer in his lap. He felt rude. He should have texted him, asked if he was okay before he'd had the chance to come to his room here.
At any rate, he was curious how his mission had gone. Clearly he'd gotten hurt, but he was uncertain the appropriate time to bring it up. "I've seen them before." He noted, but didn't know the name either honestly. He was a science nerd, not one big on cultures. "You don't have to get me anything, you know." Sighing to himself, Jakob turned his cheek to peek at Eun-ha just in time to hear his latter question. He leaned over peeking into the box himself and reached in to take one. He wasn't picky with sweets like this, but if he got first pick, "Old fashioned, chocolate." If he was speaking with his fiance right now, and not avoiding things like the plague, he'd totally be upset with his food choices. There was still evidence of other light snacks beside him in bed. Pretzels, a bag of chips, soda on the desk beside him. Stress eating of the worst kind.
"How was your mission?" Jakob asked as he sat back to his comfortable position in bed, beginning to take bites out of his doughnut with his left hand while the other clicked through his browser with the touch pad.
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Jul 30, 2016 16:27:57 GMT
Post by scarf on Jul 30, 2016 16:27:57 GMT
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At least he didn’t make himself look more of a fool with that name. Matroyshka dolls are a popular souvenir from that country, but that doesn’t mean everyone knows what it’s called. Come to think about it, vodka’s probably the first thing to come in mind when Russia’s brought up. Eun-ha doesn't take Jakob for a drinker though.
He’ll be playing a bit of a guessing game with the doughnuts now. There were two kinds of chocolate, the undressed one, and the other with glaze. He put his bet on the simple one considering the word classic was noted. Eun-ha neatly wrapped it around the tissue, handing it afterwards. “It was terrible. My foot got stuck in the snow as soon as I got off the plane. Then I got paired with this ice cold vigilante, who’s like a robot without any sort of emotion. Turns out she’s somewhat like a robot. Geez, I could go on!”
This particular visit wasn’t about him however. He took one of the doughnuts, whichever is closest to him and took a bite on it, skipping the whole tissue part. Eun-ha let the sweetness calm him, light pushing Jakob to move so he could sit beside him. “How about you? How’d you get burned so bad? Fire’s not exempted from the laws of physics.”
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Jul 30, 2016 19:28:45 GMT
Post by G. Rush on Jul 30, 2016 19:28:45 GMT
Though Jakob didn't show it, he was glad to see that his only
friend was still alive. He did feel a bit mean for not answering his potential messages sent. He was already thinking of ways to make up for it. He'd just been avoiding people until Eun-ha let himself in. If he hadn't he would have still remained solitary.
After he was handed the doughnut, Jakob moved over to make room. Keeping his laptop in his lap, pushing his phone further down the other side of the bed, he listened with interest to his story of what had happened while he was away. A robot person was..interesting, but he was glad he didn't go if only because of the cold. "Doesn't sound fun. I hate the cold." Although a robot person..he'd probably want to meet them.
Browsing the news absently, he didn't know the reason Eun-ha's coming here was for him. Even after his question, he didn't find it strange for the man to ask. Though, like typical Jakob, he was reluctant to answer. He glanced at the bandages on his left arm, unsure of how he was going to explain what happened or if he could ommit certain truths so he didn't get snipped at. "There was a man on fire bombing HQ." He replied, then had another bite.
Jakob felt better than he had previously. He didn't think anyone needed to worry about him. "I'm on painkillers, it doesn't hurt at the moment." That would put him at ease, right? Jakob thought so. "It was taken care of." That being obvious, but it was really just another one of his weak attempts to get him not to worry about his well being. He'd just rather avoid the press.
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Post by scarf on Aug 2, 2016 6:07:55 GMT
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Of course, now is kind of an exception. He was too worried not to visit, and really, he’s sure Jakob wouldn’t mind too much. “You hate the heat too. You just hate outside in general.” he added to his comment, chuckling at the end and shaking his head before biting down on his doughnut again.
“I know.” was the next two words to come out of him. Though he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, Eun-ha respectfully listened to the other’s few words. Maybe to many, it’s obvious that Jakob doesn’t really say much, but his wordings were different this time around. Eun-ha knew that he wasn’t telling the whole story, even though he was informed already. It slightly hurt to see him lie, but he knew he meant good. He practically did the same thing a few seconds ago.
“I heard of the stunt you pulled off.” he said, after trying to reassure him. He pertained about the blackhole. Eun-ha finished his doughnut first though before talking again. “First of all. Wow, I never knew you could do that. That’s pretty cool. Second, you idiot.” he paused for a few. Eun-ha gave him a disapproving look, which is really just his normal face but with both of his eyes slightly squinted. “Don’t.. risk yourself for something stupid. He was attacking the HQ, I’m so sure someone freakier than us would’ve come out and finished him off.”
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Post by G. Rush on Aug 2, 2016 7:04:43 GMT
It was true, Jakob wasn't really an outdoor person. He detested the cold, hated it when it was too hot. In general he'd rather stay indoors than make any venture outside, but there were occasions when he made such an exception. Outings with his now fiance, hanging out with Eun-ha outside of work aside from the missions they sometimes took on together. Alas, he was just trying to avoid the main subject at hand.
He didn't want him to worry, that's what it came down to. Sure, getting scolded was something to avoid, but what he really didn't want was a reason for anyone to think they needed to worry about him. Things had gone better than he'd thought they would. He was still alive, and with their job came risks. Admittedly he felt bad.
Typing with one hand, pressing the keys he couldn't reach with his ability. However, the moment he heard him bring up the 'stunt' he pulled his speed slowed, eyes lowering to the taskbar of his laptop while he avoided looking over at Eun-ha. Here it comes. The lecture. He thought he had escaped it, but he should have known Scarf wouldn't be so oblivious not to find out.
He didn't say anything just yet, using his doughnut as an excuse not to as he chewed slowly and went back to browsing his coding program for a certain query. Though there was only so long he could go without saying something before things were made worse. He peeked over at the man as he paused, assuming maybe he was done with just that, but the disapproving look on his face said otherwise. Jakob looked back at his laptop screen, actually intimidated by such a look. Only a handful of people could actually scold him this way and have it work, Eun-ha was one of them.
"It wasn't stupid," He finally piped up, his tone quiet but if not slightly defensive. "Things could have gotten worse. If I didn't do anything people could have died." Eun-ha's point was somewhat valid, but at the time there had been no one else to stop it, and he couldn't rely on someone unseen to finish the job they had started. "There was no waiting. I had to do something." With that last bit muttered, he went back to nibbling on the last few bites of his doughnut.
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Post by scarf on Aug 2, 2016 9:33:14 GMT
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Eun-ha tried to put it as nicely as he can, but there’s really no way to twist the words without making it sound so reprimanding. Jakob was only doing his job after all, and come to think about it, they have the same responsibility. The mass’ safety is entrusted upon them. Like him, if he had only one option left, the hero known as Scarf would probably end up risking his life too.
His visage softened before opening his palm towards him, he heeded for the tissue. He’ll either throw it away or get another doughnut if he wants. “You’re right.” he agreed, but not entirely. “It’s still stupid though. But I guess stupid’s the only way to go sometimes.” he didn’t want to demean his accomplishment in any way, it was heroic. Who knows much fans he’s gotten. Eun-ha was deeply concerned though, he’s only human. Their situation is definitely is complicated, and he needs to understand that. There’s no compromise for it either, he just has to believe. “..I’m just saying you scared the shit out of me. Not.. literally. That’d be gross.”
A small part of him thought it was unfair. Where were the other heroes at the time? That burning man looked like he can easily be rectified with the right abilities. Heck, even he could’ve lessened the severity of the issue. But no, he was sent to Russia to play fetch. “You did good, but maybe you should get some practice with it. Want me to ring Jake papa?” he pertained to Sigma. He’s not sure how he’ll help, but Eun-ha seems to be convinced that man can do anything.
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Post by G. Rush on Aug 2, 2016 10:21:59 GMT
He understood well enough. Eun-ha was just worried, just as he was sure his fiance was but that confrontation he'd been avoiding too. Really he was a terrible being, sulking in his room and avoiding responsibilities like a teenager when there were real people and problems he needed to face. Better sit in his room and at least think about what he was going to say first right? That still counted for something surely.
Jakob glanced over at the man's open palm as he spotted it, crumpling the wrapper via gravity, he handed the paper ball over to him alright with just the one treat for now surprisingly enough. Not like him, but there were reasons he was holding himself back. He was just surprised that Eun-ha actually agreed that he wasn't wrong. He held his gaze to the man, that edge of concern still noticeable on him.
Jakob nudged him so slightly, enough that it wouldn't hurt either of them given their injuries. "I'm the smart one remember?" He teased with the faintest grin in his features, leaning back against the head board of his bed. Actually getting a smirk out of him as Eun-ha admitted he'd been scared, he shook his head at him before returning his attention to his monitor as always. "You worry too much."
On a more genuine note however he felt the need to admit, "I won't be so reckless. It was just the moment." He'd been scared too honestly, not for himself but for those that might become harmed by the man on fire and his bombs if he didn't do something.
Alas, he was aware he was going to be told to practice. He'd already gotten reemed by Sigma. Sheesh that man was loud when he wanted something. However, as the man's real name was mentioned he raised a brow as if he had no clue who he was talking about. "Who?" He inquired, actually forgetting the fact that he had looked over Sigma's profile months ago. After getting lectured by him too however, he had little interest in looking into him now.
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Post by scarf on Aug 2, 2016 11:20:38 GMT
[newclass=".ppbackgroundimg"]background-color:#444;height:200px;width:350px;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppbackground"]background-color:#f1f1f1;width:320px;height:170px;padding:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ppheadline"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:black;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=".pptext"]font-family:Raleway;font-size:11px;color:black;text-align:left;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont="Playball"][googlefont="Lora"] [attr="class","sensesimage"] [attr="class","sensesimagetab"] [attr="class","sensesimagetabtext"] [attr="class","senseshovtab"] G. Rush [attr="class","senseshovtab"]295 [attr="class","senseshovtab"]--- what's holding up is a mirror [attr="class","sensesborder"] [attr="class","sensestable"] [attr="class","sensestextbox"]Every time he gets to put a smile or any expression really, Eun-ha took pride in it. It was like an achievement, knowing he’s able to genuine make him feel something. He likes to think he’s helping him, mentally at least. The whole robotic facade is unhealthy after all.
“You are.” he said quickly. He’s supposed to be. That’s why it alarmed him when he did something reckless.
How many similar moments would the world demand out of them? That’s what scared him. Sure, they could start being more cautious or learn from the past, but there would always be new troubles. It’s so painful to admit that they can’t do much about it. It’s just how the world works. Although it does help to know that they’ll be there for each other.
Eun-ha took the tissue, and unlike Jakob he didn’t use his gift to bring in the trash. “Sigma. Come on, everybody knows him.” he clarified before attempting to throw the tissue in the bin like a basketball. He missed. It was close, but the lid wasn’t open enough. He stood up and picked up the tissue, but not putting it inside just yet. Instead he made the bin’s opening bigger by pushing it a bit. He sat back beside him. “The city treats him like a legend.. And I’m pretty sure he’s up to help us out.” emphasis on the ‘us’. Eun-ha has his own issues too.
He threw it again, this time managing to put it inside. Eun-ha even went “Waaaah, and the crowd goes wild.” dramatically acting both his imaginary crowd and imaginary announcer. Once his digress ceased, he turned towards Jakob once again. “He'll be up for it. So long we don't get in the way of his photoshoots.”
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Post by G. Rush on Aug 2, 2016 11:41:49 GMT
As soon as the name was said Jakob visibly cringed. Frowning at the memory of the man in his mind. He released a heavy sigh, tipping his head back against his head board too before glancing over at Eun-ha. "So." Who cares if everyone knew him? "He's lame." Jakob was sure he could totally take him in a fight if he tried, but what was the point? Training required effort, fighting off the 'clock' required motivation, things he didn't have.
Hearing the tissue paper bounce off the rim of his trash bin, Jakob stared down at the crumbled ball and was tempted to take care of it for him but resisted - if only to prove that he wasn't lazy, even though he'd still ask Eun-ha to take care of it. He was terrible. "Why do we need his help?" He asked, genuinely confused considering he didn't really ask for Sigma's help nor did he want to really attempt to. God knows it would just give the guy pleasure to see him 'needing' it.
He realized in that moment that Eun-ha had said 'us'. Right? The blonde raised a brow once again, tilting his head as he stared at the man almost suspiciously. "Do you want his autograph or something? ..just ask." Expression softening a moment later as his friend finally sunk the crumpled paper, Jakob raised his hands and clapped slowly until he calmed.
"I don't like flashing cameras." He then grumbled, resting his hands in his lap. "Besides, he's loud...and annoying." The thought of following Sigma around was even less appealing with the thought of all the press that would take notice. He was avoiding them as is. It'd be even worse if he hung around with Sigma. "Baka Ojii-san." 'Stupid old man.' Jakob once more grumbled, folding his arms loosely over his chest.
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Post by scarf on Aug 2, 2016 11:55:08 GMT
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It’s not like Eun-ha’s a fan. He just respects the man, admittedly admiring him a little but not for the usual reasons. He just doesn’t get how a simple man could get so much attention and not drown in it. Eun-ha wouldn’t like to be in the press either, as social as he seems to be. God no. “I don’t. I just think he may know somethings we don’t. He’s like.. a million years old or something. At least he acts like it. And hey! If he can’t help us out, he probably knows some folks who’ll help us out.” he scratched his head, basically playing a half-assed guessing game at this point.
He heard him curse. Although he doesn’t know how to speak Japanese, all that anime and game nights Jakob has exposed him with made him pick up phrases. He definitely understood that. “Wow really.” was the only thing he could say about it. “All you need now is like a hime cut and some pleated skirt then you’ll be one of those.. What did they call them? Waaaiifus or something.” Alright, he can’t remember perfectly. He isn’t as internet savvy like him. “Come on, reconsider it.”
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Post by G. Rush on Aug 2, 2016 12:11:35 GMT
Jakob could admire the fact that Sigma was a good person deep down. He appreciated that he'd saved him, even though he had thought he'd made the right call at the time. If he hadn't he wouldn't be here talking to his best friend, and under that realization he released a sigh and reverted his eyes a moment to think about it.
He didn't know what this 'help' might pertain to, but he really didn't want to train. He still felt low energy after spending so much of it during the whole life or death ordeal he'd been through, that it gave him more reasons and more excuses not to go anywhere. Still, he discovered during that whole thing that he clearly wasn't good enough. If he was, he wouldn't have had to go so far as he nearly did.
It wasn't a good thing, that he knew, and if he wanted to better protect Lonny and himself from the bad things that could happen to either it might not be such a bad idea to go along with this new suggestion by Eun-ha.
Expression thoughtful and distracted, he shifted his gaze to the raven haired man just in time to hear him say the word 'waifu' in reference to what he'd previously said. Ears turning red, he blinked at the man before scowling at him and tossing on his pillows on his bed with his ability, aiming for his face. Whether it hit him or not didn't much matter, though he was making him regret his decision before he'd even said it aloud. "Fine. But I don't think he'll be of much help." What did Sigma know about physics anyway? Probably nothing that's what.
"You'll still be there..won't you?" The last thing he wanted was to deal with the man himself, and so long as Eun-ha was around it might not actually be so bad. On that note he reverted his eyes once more, features softening as he spotted his phone on his bed and went sullen. "...I need to talk to Lonny first." Excluding the fact that he still hadn't seen him since the whole near death thing happened, but he was gonna make up for it!
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