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Who: Slick and friends
When: Day 1, still morning...
Where: Apartment A
What: 8D;

[SO

while the rest of ya'll were trying to do sensible things like learn about the situation, Slick decided to take himself and his godmode to go kill everything as a nice little stress reliever

UNFORTUNATELY he didn't figure out that he'd been power capped.

So after a rather short and unpleasant exploration, Slick stumbles back to the apartment, bleeding heavily. Mostly from a dozen or so long claw marks on his back and a few heavy, deep bites on his shoulders and arms.

Whoops]

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But not as fetching as in white. Afraid not.

Edited 2011-12-13 07:09 (UTC)

You should be nicer to the guy making your dinner.

Oh? Are you? I haven't had anything to eat yet.

I was a little busy.

Fair enough, don't be the sort who demands payment before you've earned it.

You'll still have to earn your dinner.

[tearing the spare shirt into strips]

Not with my pants. I suppose I could take it apart for you.

[shrugging out of his shirt and vest to bare his shoulder and bicep, covered in multiple cuts and drying blood]

I could use some help cleaning and wrapping it.

Hmm...

[shrugs and picks up a towel, heading for the bathroom]

All right, come on.

If you're sure.

[what sarcasm. following, though]

Oh, I'm sure. I'll even do you a favor.

[picks up a little urn that was set down in a corner somewhere and brings it with him, lala into the bathroom and getting tearing a few strips off the towel]

[blinks]

Where'd you get that?

One of the gods paid a visit and left it as a house-- well, world warming gift, I suppose.

[gets one of the strips wet with warm water and let's cleaning wounds. Is not especially rough or especially delicate]

Edited 2011-12-13 10:04 (UTC)

[doesn't seem especially bothered either way]

Unexpectedly generous... what was he after?

He wasn't very clear. Possibly rebuilding this world, as the woman said. Possibly just sex.

Sex?

Yes... I don't think I misread that.

[putting some soothing wound gel on you]

--Hold on, what is this stuff you got from this mysterious sex god?

[snort]

Just some sort of ointment, don't get too excited. I guess you could use it for other things but I think it ruin it.

You used some already, right?

When there's so many people here to test it on? Of course not.

[putting it on you. DOESN'T IT FEEL NICE]

H-hey--!

[definitely trying to squirm out of his grip] Quit that, it feels weird!

[grabs your wrist with his free hand and keeps smearing]

Take one for the team, bunny boy. Someone has to test it.

[quit fighting, since his wounds are pretty well-covered, and moves the scoop his hair to the other side to keep it out of the cream]

Good boy. [finishes and then starts wrapping] Better?