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#Post#: 416--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 5, 2014, 7:45 am
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"Oh.. are you a doctor, then?" Danger questioned, complying with
her request to hold the bandage in place, and tucking his wings
in carefully to allow her to bandage his injuries completely,
the same thankful smile still on his face, as he spat out the
leather scrap in order to speak, his voice just a little
stronger than before.
As she brought back some water for him, his grin widened even
further, the brown gryphon looking genuinely happy despite his
injury, as he leaned forward to sip from the water he was
offered, clearly a little thirsty.
"Thanks again, Miss... ? ..Hmm, I think I have some hash browns
on the stove, or something." The brown gryphon murmured, once he
had had his fill of water, and turned his head up to grin at the
beautiful gryphon who had saved him, a clawed hand reaching out
to point the way to his kitchenette, and the unrecognizably
burnt mass upon it, which, apparently, were supposed to be hash
browns.
#Post#: 417--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 5, 2014, 9:11 am
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Breezy's stern expression diminished slightly as Danger asked if
she was a doctor, her gaze averting from the gryphon briefly
before shaking her head. "No, I'm not a doctor. I'm just... me."
she said plainly, hoping that would be the end of things. When
the hashbrowns were mentioned, Breezy glanced over to the area
Danger pointed at and just stared for a moment, hoping that
black, charred mass wasn't what he was referring to... "Um... My
name is Breezy. It's nice to meet you. I... Don't suppose you
have anything other than those hasbrowns to eat? Maybe some
jerky, or... something small and quick to snack on?"
As she asked this, she tapped the water to remind him to drink
more before stepping into the kitchen he'd pointed at to begin
searching, hopefully with a little guidance from the gryphon...
whatever his name was. "And what is your name, friend? You say
you work for the Canterlot Guard...?"
#Post#: 423--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 6, 2014, 12:39 am
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Danger sighed happily and smiled, feeling like he was on the
mend already.
"Well, you Should be a doctor, Miss Breezy, you're a legend at
this.." Danger commented, from the floor, giving her a happy
thumbs up as she moved into the kitchen.
"Uh.. Not sure I have much else, the Hash-browns'll be fine for
me! Oh, and take one too, if you want!" He called to her without
turning his head, happily sipping from the jug of water she had
given him.
"Yep! Name's Danger, Danger Close. I work in the Guard as an
explosives expert, it's nice to meet ya, Miss Breezy." He added,
in response to her question about his name and occupation, his
strength more or less returned now, as he grinned and finished
his water.
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 6, 2014, 8:27 pm
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Breezy shook her head as she examined the burnt mass of 'hash
browns' again, thinking to herself that these might as well be
called 'hash blacks'. She couldn't feed these to Danger in her
right mind. But he had to eat something... "It's nice to meet
you too, mister Close... Please sit for a while--you've lost a
lot of blood and if you try to get up you'll fall over... which
will just mean I'll have to fix you up again."
As she said that, she turned the oven on then after washing her
claws, began examining his kitchen, looking for... ah, there
were the rest of his potatoes. She took four and carried them
over to the sink to wash them off. She poked the skin of each
potato a few times with a talon after doing this, before
grabbing a cookie sheet to set the potatoes on. Now she had to
wait for the oven to heat up... "I'm hardly a legend, mister
Close. I just did basic first aid, nothing really all that
special. Anyone could do what I did if they really had to.
But... I'm still kind of lost on how an explosives expert let
something like this happen... And let himself get as injured as
he did. I didn't really catch what you said earlier..."
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 7, 2014, 10:49 am
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"Rodger-dodger, Miss Breezy! And don't worry about calling me
Mister, Bree, just Danger is fine." He responded, grinning and
giving her a mock salute as he sat back to obey her orders,
calling her by a pet name without even realizing it.
"I believe what I said earlier was: shgnal shrenghf, which, in
Gryphon-without-a-mouthful-of-leather, means signal strength,
referring to the fact that the device I built to trigger by
newest development in explosives, had just a touch too much
signal strength. Ended up not only detonating the stuff I was
aiming at, hence the glass and water, but the rest of the stuff
in the canister behind me, hence the shrapnel wounds and broken
windows." The brown gryphon explained, voice cheery, despite his
injuries, as if this kind of thing was not a particularly rare
occurrence for him.
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 7, 2014, 6:44 pm
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Despite Danger having explained it to her, Breezy still had no
idea what any of that really meant. Signal strength? How did
that affect anything? What even was that? And why would it only
affect something he was aiming at normally, and not something
behind him... if that happened anyway? How come he still didn't
take the necessary safety precautions to keep himself from
nearly dying...? It all kind of made Breezy's head hurt just
trying to think about it. Why did the oven take so long to heat
up...?
As she waited, she figured she may as well take care of a couple
things. First, she stepped over to Danger and gently took the
container she'd filled with water, then moved over to the
kitchenette to fill it back up. After bringing it back to
Danger, she took a moment to look around his workshop for a
broom, and there was usually... there, a dustpan nearby. Taking
both up in one claw, she stepped back over to the kitchenette
and began sweeping any debris that was there away, gathering it
all into a neat little pile as she waited for the oven. "I'm
surprised your guard friends haven't gotten here yet," she told
Danger idly as she swept, careful to keep her paws from stepping
on any shards of glass. "How long have you been a guard, anyway?
You don't look like you could be much older than me. And if this
kind of thing has happened before, how come you haven't tried
keeping it from happening again...?"
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Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 8, 2014, 7:10 am
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Danger simply sat back and relaxed, grinning and giving Breezy
another thumbs up, and nod of thanks, as he accepted another
drink of water, gulping it down thirstily. Blowing yourself up
was thirsty work, after all, and he was definitely appreciative
of the water.
"Don't worry yourself about cleaning up after me, Bree. I'll get
on that in a little bit! As for the guards.. yeah, I'm a little
surprised too, maybe the guard on duty nearby is taking a quick
lunchbreak, or something. Heh, good thing you came along then,
and thanks again for helping me out." the brown Gryphon
commented, voice friendly and thankful, as he sat back and kept
drinking.
"Me? Well, I've only been in the guard a couple years.. And I'm
not sure I like your tone there, missy! Are you accusing me,
Danger Close, of being.. Celestia forbid.. Uncareful? I must say
I am mortally wounded!" Danger continued, his voice mock-angered
by her words, before the chuckle he gave after finishing his
sentence proved that he didn't really mind at all, but didn't
seem to think the matter was all that important, either.
#Post#: 485--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 8, 2014, 9:22 am
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Breezy only shrugged at Danger's telling her that she didn't
have to clean up, then gave him a worried glance when he
mentioned getting it taken care of. He was in no condition to
clean, in the state he was... What was he thinking? She'd just
have to hope that he continued to listen to her and sit, so
neither of them had to worry about his blood loss leaving him
worse for the wear. She had a feeling he was going to be
difficult in those regards, however... Then again, that was how
most gryphons were. Every time they ignored her, all she could
ever do was sigh and fix whatever damage they did to themselves
afterwards...
She stepped back out of her thoughts about the time Danger began
chastising her for her question, implying that he was careless,
and admitting that it hurt. Obviously a little dejected by that,
she shrunk back a little bit, her gaze falling down to the
ground--a very different demeanor from her stern one from
earlier while she was patching him up. Rather than confident in
her movements, she was now meek and submissive, and now
regretting that she'd asked what she did. "I'm sorry for
upsetting you, Danger. I didn't mean to. I just... I was
confused about the situation..."
She fell silent after that, and swept a little bit more before
glancing up to the oven. Light was off; it was hot enough.
Leaning the broom against the counter, Breezy took up the pan
that held the potatoes in it before sliding it into the oven and
closing it. Now to waste three minutes... May as well keep
cleaning. Picking up the broom again, Breezy continued sweeping
the detritus from the floor and into a pile with practiced
movements. So many times she'd had to do this before, and when
she knew it was to take a while, she usually went into her
'chore mode'... In that she shut the rest of the world out and
let her mind wander, sometimes even singing a quiet song to
herself to pass the time a little bit.
This time was no different. She began humming after a few
moments, the tune likely barely audible--if at all--to Danger as
she swept the floor. Then, after another few moments, she began
singing quietly in Gryphon, in a voice similar to how a mother
might sing a lullaby to her child. She certainly wasn't good by
any means, but that didn't mean it wasn't pleasant to listen to
either. She was just... 'average', if slightly less-than-so.
"No regrets; everything will work out fine. We'll hold our
breath, wait for another sign. I've tasted your bittersweet
faith. My heart aches for you. I'm taking a moment to say,
'everything I do... I do for you...'" Her tail slowly flicked
back and forth in time with the rhythm in her head, the gentle
sweep of her broom subconsciously matching it as well. "Lay your
sweet tears across my broken dream... Don't you speak a word
about the past. You'll need more than I'll ever give; I can't
lie to you. I love you, my angel, my sin. Everything I do... I
do for you..."
By this time, she'd sweept up a respectable pile, just enough to
fill the dustpan that she grabbed. She swept the pile into the
dustpan before carrying it over to the trash bin and dumping the
debris inside, still singing, and tail still swinging in time.
"Are we moving in the right direction? What is fate if fate's
immersed in shame? A high price for the beauty of perfection; I
go, when all I want to do is stay." She set her broom against
the counter again before moving over to the oven and pulling the
door open. "I do for you... I do it all for you. Anything for
you," she finished as she pulled the pan out of the oven, only
to carry it over to the icebox to cool the potatoes down.
#Post#: 524--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Danger Close Date: January 10, 2014, 8:00 am
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Danger's broad grin shrunk a little at Breezy's dejected
reaction, his voice apologetic, but still good humoured, as he
replied.
"Ah, it's no trouble, Bree. You didn't really upset me, I was
just joking around." The brown gryphon replied, smiling warmly
up at her, not wanting the silver gryphon to be saddened by his
joking.
He fell silent after Breezy began her humming, the brown gryphon
simply settling back to listen, a faint smile growing on his
face as she began to sing a gentle, lullaby-like song. Although
she wasn't all that brilliant, Danger still appreciated the
gentle, quiet sound of her voice, and so sat back against the
wall to rest, slowly nodding his head in time with her song.
#Post#: 543--------------------------------------------------
Re: Occupational Hazards
By: Breezy Adlark Date: January 11, 2014, 8:44 am
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Once the potatoes were set to cool in the icebox, Breezy began
searching various drawers for some kind of knife she could use
to chop the potatoes up with. Or a cheese grater. But that was
probably too much to ask for. The knife would be easier to find,
because--yep, there it was. In a drawer with other utensils. She
memorized which drawer it was that held the knife, then closed
it to look for some kind of cutting board... But had
significantly less luck doing so. So, she'd have to settle for
the counter.
Sighing quietly, Breezy retrieved a rag from a drawer she'd seen
some in earlier, then found some soap to lather the rag up with
before setting the rag on the counter. She then began cleaning
it almost meticulously, soaping up the counter first with neat,
circular motions, before washing all the soap from the rag.
After wringing the excess water free, she returned the rag to
the counter to wipe all of the soap off, rinsing the rag off
every so often to get rid of the soap being collected on the
rag. Then, when that was done, she retrieved a dry rag to wipe
the counter dry before setting both rags off to the side.
The potatoes were probably cool enough by now. She retrieved the
potatoes from the icebox and after feeling them a little bit,
brought them over to the counter and set them down. They were
still pretty warm, but they were at least manageable now.
Setting the pan aside, she took the knife from its drawer to
begin slicing the potatoes into cubes. Each slice was confident
and concise, practiced movements showing that she'd done this
kind of thing many times before.
When the potatoes were diced and scooped into the pan, Breezy
then retrieved a skillet from the drawer she'd seen it in
earlier, as well as a little bit of butter which she set onto
one of the oven's burners before turning it on. She also
retrieved one of the larger spoons in Danger's possession and
waited until the butter melted a little bit before spreading it
over as much of the skillet as she could. Once the butter had
become hot enough, Breezy dumped the diced potatoes into the
skillet and pushed them around a little bit.
Abandoning her post at the skillet for a moment, Breezy moved to
pull a few seasonings out of the cabinet they were kept in and
set them nearby before returning to the skillet to stir the
potatoes a little bit, the appetizing smell of the cooking
potatoes quickly permeating the workspace. Around this time, she
began to sing
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to herself again,
once more losing herself in her work. "All she's got is the way
he looks; Many miles on the other side. He had overheard her
choice, and he delved off her cliffside. Sacrifice, he just
wants to help; holds the world like a baby. Takes his mask off
and lulls his head, then she sees him in the screen..."
Once again, her tail swung in time with the rhythm in her head,
and as she sung she stepped away from the skillet once more to
grab a plate and line it with a few sheets of paper towels
before returning to continue stirring the potatoes every so
often. When all of the potatoes had become a nice, crispy,
golden brown color, Breezy turned the stove off and dumped the
hashbrowns onto the plate, then immediately began shaking the
various seasonings she'd pulled out onto the potatoes. "They
both see the traps; no fool, oh... They won't go back; no fool,
oh... They've got a mindtrack; no fool, oh... It's all a
mystery; let it come and let it be. Let it come and let it
be..."
With the hasbrowns finally done, Breezy took up the plate that
held it all before carrying it over to Danger, offering him a
small but bright smile as she held the plate out to him. "Here,
eat up. This should be plenty to fill you up... I hope. How are
you holding up, Danger? I hope you aren't in too much pain..."
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