TAFFY MAE
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Post by TAFFY MAE on Aug 16, 2012 22:33:00 GMT -5
Mumbles and blood, that's all Taffy registered as the other weapon tilted backwards, falling to the ground in a thud of more bruises. Taffy flinched, thinking to herself that she should of intervened sooner. However it was too late to worry about that now! She eyed Rick more thoroughly, waiting to see if he, too would fall over from the beating they inflicted on each other in some sort of act of, to Taffy, stupidity. Her brow raised as she took from her back pocket, a small notepad that was spiraled at the top. There was a pen hanging from a tie she wore loosely around her neck. She clicked the black ink pen on her thigh before flicking her gaze over to Rick, "You're cripple now. The rumors are true. How goes the life of a cripple?" Taffy said, grinning ear to ear as if a student had not just passed out in front of them.
Her gaze faltered momentarily, falling to the young man at their feet. She crouched down, prodding him with the butt of her pen, "Maybe we should deal with him before I interview you," she said as if she was positive Rick would even allow her to interview him. Not like it mattered. She had enough material on her camera to write enough of a report on the young weapon. Taffy wondered if she would mention this one in her paper. He did not seem all too interesting albeit helpful. She brought the pen to her lips, chewing on the end slightly before looking up at Rick once more, "What's his name anyways?"
Taffy prodded him once more with her pen, "Are you really out cold? I guess weapons really aren't that great at fighting without meisters, except you, of course," Taffy looked over Rick, "The Demon Chair," she said with a wink.
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Post by tokoz on Aug 16, 2012 23:33:08 GMT -5
Bran looks up at Taffy, smirking from beneath his hat. "Don't count me out yet. I was only fighting the bastard to snap him out of his depressed state." he laughs, and, wiping at the blood that had poured from his mouth, stands. "My name is Balor. Balor Tuthail. You're a reporter, I assume?"
He shakily rights himself, grabbing his jacket. He shrugs it on, and continues to wipe at the blood. He looks quite pyschotic. He sighs, and brushes off the dirt. He turns, and stares at Taffy with an eerily cold stare, his eyes now an Ice blue.
He snorts. "I truly love your annoying insinuations about Rick and my capabilities, but as you may have noticed, I'm bleeding from some recent wounds quite freely, and need to go see a medic. Your ridiculous rumormongering about my lack of skill against a stronger opponent will sadly have to wait until later."
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 17, 2012 0:19:47 GMT -5
Before Rick could answer Taffy's question honestly, her attention diverted towards Bran. Rick also looked at his fellow weapon, seeing that he was hurt pretty badly. The blue-haired weapon also walked over to the Demon Spear, checking on him.
Bran reassured them that he wasn't down for the count. However, he would need to get some medical attention, and fast. Taffy suggested that they deal with Bran before the interview, to which Rick nodded. "Let's get Balor here patched up. . .", he told Taffy.
Even though Rick was obviously fairing better, having taken much worse beatings, it was blatant that Rick needed medical attention. His white t-shirt showed all the signs. Grass, dirt, and bloodstains tainted the once good shirt, possibly for good. That, and the blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
"And thanks dude, that really helped me out. Maybe we should do that more often, brush up on our skills?", suggested the weapon with a grin.
((Would you rather have him call someone over to drive them over, or would you rather have Rick walk him to the hospital/infirmary?))
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TAFFY MAE
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Post by TAFFY MAE on Aug 17, 2012 12:44:23 GMT -5
Balor was quite rude, but Taffy had deserved it. She wasn't really a mean person, it was when she was in her newspaper mojo that she would say things that weren't always appropriate. Taffy knew this. That still did not give him a right to try and intimidate her though. Her eyes flitted over Balor as she feigned an un-interest in him once more. Her eyes on Rick once more she stated, "I wanted to interview you today but I don't think that's gonna happen," she said wistfully, shifting her feet uncomfortably and dropping her camera so that it hung around her neck. She looked over at Balor for another time, he was standing now, and smiled, "We should get you to the infirmary. Definitely," she said, pulling her side-bag over so that it was in front of her belly.
Taffy dug through her photographer things, finding the handkerchief she normally used to wipe her lenses, she offered it to Balor so that he might could clean his face up just a bit. She wasn't trying to be rude earlier, she was merely thinking out loud, an issue she was having with herself lately. Maybe her out there personality was why she had no friends, she thought with a frown.
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