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exastris_scientia) wrote2015-12-11 12:25 pm
exastris_scientia) wrote2015-12-11 12:25 pm
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a mirrorverse open post
1. pick a character and tag them in the subject line.
2. post pictures, starters, whatevs
3. profit!
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[ John shifts, and it sends a lance of fiery pain through him. He growls through gritted teeth, and squeezes his eyes shut, briefly. He's quickly losing the ability to remain coherent and awake.
He can see the myriad of emotions crossing his face, and takes a breath to try and talk again. ]
Bates didn't do this himself, if you haven't noticed the other bodies. He ran like a coward. At least when you try to kill me, you don't run after. You're the first person in years that's even tried to get one up on me.
[His head has slowly been dropping, chin tucking to his chest as he loses more blood, and his hand slips away from where he's been putting pressure on his side. ]
One of us can't run this city by ourselves. Or I would have buried you already myself.
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[Still. It does mean Sheppard's thinks him at least capable of running the city - after all, there's nothing to stop him from replacing Lorne. Atlantis has enough XO candidates out there. Apparently Sheppard doesn't want them.
After a moment's hesitation Evan puts his gun away. It's not easy, all his senses and instincts in overdrive as he approaches Sheppard unarmed (are you a fucking idiot, oh god, you so deserve to die you asshole, what the fuck is wrong with you) and squats down really close to take care of the wound.]
Don't you fucking stab me or I'll be really upset.
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[ There are plenty of candidates, none of them are worth anything compared to Lorne. Lorne rose throught he ranks with vicious intensity faster than any of his other superiors thought possible. Sheppard has pulled files from all his previous commands and marveled at the other man's handiwork.
If anyone was capable of helping him take this city, hold it, and tell the SGC to kindly fuck off back to their own galaxy, it was Evan.
The comment, however, earns another raspy chuckle, and he nods towards one of Bates' guys. ]
Couldn't even if I wanted. He's got my knife. [ In a way that made him very, very dead. ] I want that back, asshole.
[ Not that the guy in question is going to respond. Sheppard moves his hands as Lorne moves closer to inspect the wound. His hands are shaking, and it's only will alone that keeps his teeth from chattering from shock. The knife wound had been given to him by Bates himself while he'd been attacked from the front more heavily. It's right in between the plates. ]
When I didn't go down after the first try, he booked it out of here. Even if I don't manage to make it out of here, do me a favor and feed him to a Wraith or something.
[ He groans in discomfort as Evan hits a sensitive spot. ]
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[Okay, he hates pretty much everybody but. Not the point.
Right now he needs to focus on stopping that bleeding. He's not exactly gentle, despite
because of?the pained moans but he does the best possible job with the first aid.When he's sure he can move Sheppard without him literally falling apart or gushing red all over Lorne's uniform, he puts his arm around him, slowly getting him up.]
You puke on me, I'm gonna drop you.
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[ He keeps still as Lorne stops the bleeding enough to move him, and then leans into him until they manage a mostly standing position. Sheppard can't stand up straight fully, but he doesn't need to in order to walk out of there with Lorne's help. ]
I make no promises.
[ It's a joke. He hasn't actually gotten sick on somebody because of something like this since he was a kid. If Lorne thought that the military sector of their world was perfectly awful, he should try living a day in the life of a wealthy family whose head of the house was a well-respected utilities mogul. He saw his first assassination attempt in his dad's corporate office, and it failed spectacularly.
Kind of a volcano of blood spectacularly. ]
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They make it to his quarters without any altercation and there's one very big advantage. They will never suspect Sheppard here. They'd tear down the entire city before even considering checking this room, he know. Evan won't even have to stand watch.]
There we go. Let's patch you up some more.
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Thankfully, they get to the other man's quarters, he groans as he's sat down, and let's go of where he's applying pressure to the wound himself, to undo his tac vest. It clatters to the floor, and he makes a choked back sound of pain as he reapplies the pressure. ]
Your room was a good idea.
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[Evan's face scrunches up into a disapproving frown when Sheppard starts bleeding all over his sheets. Not much he can do about it now. The frown deepens when he gets a first good look at the severity of the wound.]
That's gonna be a bitch. I can patch you up but without a doctor you gotta do a big part of the surviving thing yourself.
[Somehow he's not concerned. Sheppard's not the type to die in a nice cozy bed after his wound has been treated. That'd be too embarrassing for all parties involved, really.]
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[ He'd apologize about the bedsheets, but he really doesn't give a shit right then. It's pretty damn bad, and in a perfect world he'd need to go see a doctor. He doesn't much care for that particular option, not when he knows Beckett's reputation as well. ]
Do it. I'll survive. I left the dying in bed to my father. Heart attack, what a waste.
[ Might have liked to do it himself, actually. ]