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Offline Nix

To The Bottom Of The River (Nephero!)
« on: July 05, 2017, 11:32:11 pm »
The Pilot chat was filled with disgusting idiots and pigs.

Implying that...

And that Jonesy would...

And with Guidry.

He wanted to punch them all in the face right now for thinking such despicable things of his second and one of his recruits. Teasing Guidry in such a manner. The alien spoke there to try and express his confusion with human and Aedolian social norms and that is how they treat him?? Well he had to give the Copperhead bastard some credit, at least K wasn't so bad.

Still, he knew Guidry was upset and Jonesy-

Jonesy was a wreck from the implication. Which was more than understandable. His own stomach turned and clenched at the thought, but more so at the thought of Jonesy in pain. Suffering again because of this... because of the memories Judikael and Ruslan, and careless comments on some stupid fucking chat.

After making sure Jonesy knew he was coming over he grabbed Scorpius' bag and things before gently placing the pup inside, leaving the top flap open so the little guy could poke his head out if he wanted to.

When he got to Jonesy's apartment he pressed the com button and looked towards the screen. "Hey. It's me." He said simply.

Maybe he wouldn't be any help. He couldn't make shit go away, but he just wanted to be there to hold his second's hand.

Offline nephero

Re: To The Bottom Of The River (Nephero!)
« Reply #1 on: July 05, 2017, 11:52:47 pm »
Jonesy was too busy dry heaving to respond-- all he could do was look at the alert on his phone and press the command that would let Jack have access to his quarters. The front door slid open, and a few things skittered away in the dim lighting of Jonesy's entryway, either startled by the sudden light from the main hall or beckoned elsewhere by Jonesy himself.

Either way, all that seemed to be on their wee little arachnid minds was to get the hell out of there, scuttle away as fast as their multitude of limbs would take them, and find a nice place to hunker down and hide. They were already not feeling the best; no doubt the residual after effects of what their human caretaker was feeling, and they weren't about to deal with this other human and small little beast on top of everything else.

Especially since these two creatures had long since been marked as ones to Never Be Bothered.

Jonesy, for his part, was fighting down a fresh wave of disgusted nausea, clinging to the cold porcelein of his toilet and trying to will himself back under control. He knew that wasn't going to happen-- enough of these attacks had proven that it wouldn't just go away. He was shaking, cold sweat clinging to his skin like a man with a fever, and even though there was absolutely nothing left in his guts to give, he still seized, muscles contracting hard and merciless as he tried to expel what hadn't been there in years.

That goddamn chat and those awful fucking goddamn pissants and their awful fucking jokes and was there absolutely no one in this entire goddamn country who wasn't a feculant piece of rotting scum? Implying that Jonesy would make Guidry do... for favors... for food, for-- oh hell, he was cramping up again, the phantom taste somehow still there despite his tongue being utterly raw by this point. How the hell was it that even now, years after the fact, he could still fucking taste it?

He heard footsteps, distantly, and looked to the open bathroom door, sniffling hard and spitting out the last of the bile that he had left. He'd be cramping for hours, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with that nasty little aspect anymore.

"In here," he croaked, quietly, unable to manage more than the barest hint of volume and figuring Jack would know where he was in any regard. The options were limited already and not every room in Jonesy's apartments were really made for this sort of mess.

Offline Nix

Re: To The Bottom Of The River (Nephero!)
« Reply #2 on: July 23, 2017, 02:18:04 pm »
Jack ignored the Borises as they avoided him, their thoughts... their collective mood clear to him even though he wasn't trying to hear any of their inner chittering. He knew it was really Jonesy's mood. Jonesy's pain.

He knew where Jones would be even before that hoarse cracking voice quietly called out and Scorpius started barking to let Jack know that he too sensed something was wrong with Jonesy. The little fluff was wiggling so much in the bag, trying to get to his friend who needed help. Jack put Scorpius down and the little beast even ignored the few Borises that could still be seen scurrying in their peripheral vision, beating Jack to Jonesy's side.

The fluffy little therapy dog scooted right up next to Jonesy and put his head on the Pilot's leg, whimpering softly and looking up at him with big eyes. Jack knew Scorpius was trying to make Jonesy feel better. He knew that his little puppy baby loved Jonesy as much as he did.

Jack just stood in the doorway for a moment, fishing out the box of crackers and bottle of water he brought for Jonesy. "I know you aren't going to want to, but you need to rehydrate, was the taste out of your mouth, and get something in you to absorb the stomach acid." Jack said softly as he moved to join his second and the small fluff on the floor. Scorpius barked at him, partially to let him know Jonesy was sick and partially to protect Jonesy. The pup didn't really think Jack was a threat to Jonesy, it was more of a statement of 'he isn't well, I am protecting him'.

Jack pet the little fluff. "I know. You are a good boy Scorpius. I am going to help Jonesy feel better ok?"

 

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