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oasisnetwork2016-02-20 12:36 pm
dirtyredneck) wrote in oasisnetwork2016-02-20 12:36 pm
02: Ground Rules (Backdated to the 19th)
[[ooc: Backdated to shortly after this mess with Newt gets resolved and they're back inside the Gates.]
All ya'll talking shit about how we all gotta work together 'cause we're stuck here together best listen the hell up. You want to work together? FINE. First you gotta to is tell the rest of us what hell you can do. No more fucking surprises like some seven foot leopard man!
The only way to pool our goddamn resources are if we know what the fuck they are! And if you can do shit like that, then it's a goddamn resource!
I don't care where the hell you picked to hole your asses up, but if you're gonna talk to me and everyone else about how we should kum-by-fucking-ya, then you best be offering up your skills so we can take full advantage of them.
And don't make runs outside the walls alone no more without telling someone where the hell you're gonna be so we know to keep an eye on you! Hell, I don't even go hunting without telling Glenn I'll be out! You got people to rely on so rely on them!
Fucking hell, people!
[Daryl's angry because he cares. And he hates that he cares.]
[[ooc: open to action if anyone wants to be near him while he's making this rant]]
All ya'll talking shit about how we all gotta work together 'cause we're stuck here together best listen the hell up. You want to work together? FINE. First you gotta to is tell the rest of us what hell you can do. No more fucking surprises like some seven foot leopard man!
The only way to pool our goddamn resources are if we know what the fuck they are! And if you can do shit like that, then it's a goddamn resource!
I don't care where the hell you picked to hole your asses up, but if you're gonna talk to me and everyone else about how we should kum-by-fucking-ya, then you best be offering up your skills so we can take full advantage of them.
And don't make runs outside the walls alone no more without telling someone where the hell you're gonna be so we know to keep an eye on you! Hell, I don't even go hunting without telling Glenn I'll be out! You got people to rely on so rely on them!
Fucking hell, people!
[Daryl's angry because he cares. And he hates that he cares.]
[[ooc: open to action if anyone wants to be near him while he's making this rant]]
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I... don't know that either. They just happen. I haven't actually been free for that long. A couple months. So I haven't had much time.
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[another sigh, and then, firmer:]
Alright.
[Daryl sniffed, wiped at his nose.]
Keep track of them when they happen again. Steve's a good call for watching out for you. But next time you have one, once you get a hold of him, you get a hold of me. I wanna know when they happen, too, and try to figure out how long they're lasting. See if we can figure out a trigger, too. Need you to be as reliable as you can be.
The ax you found. You bring it back with you?
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Yeah, I did. I'm by the east gate if you're curious to see it.
[ If Daryl shows up, he'll find Bucky guarding the gate, his shirt is gone and his right shoulder is wrapped in straps of the red fabric of his former shirt. It's dark with dried blood.
He'll also notice the raised scar lining the edges of his metal arm where it is grafted into his skin. For someone with 70+ years of fighting experience, he has very few scars.]
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[Read: Shut with the stupid. You're fine sleeping where you are.]
You gonna be there a while? I got a lot I'm dealing with right now.
[He definitely wants to come take a look at it. And make sure Bucky's as okay as he says he is. But the day wasn't half over yet and already Daryl was nearly on his last legs from all the bullshit.]
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I guess I'm just hoping the distance would give me time to... I don't know. Come back to my senses, I guess? When I'm the weapon, I'm not mindless like those things outside the gate. I'm a trained killer, 70 years in the making, who only knows how to achieve its objective.
[Sorry Daryl. There's a lot of baggage with this one. He's equal parts terrifying skill and baggage.]
Yeah. I'm gonna keep an eye out and make sure we didn't lead anything back with us.
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[Daryl muttered it but didn't press that point more. Also, 70 years? guy didn't look much past 30, at best. Though honestly, he wasn't really surprised. He was dealing with leopard men and people that could use bullets to heal. Why not have some 30-something actually be nearly twice Daryl's own age. Mad as much sense as anything else.]
Be there as soon as I can.
[He waited only long enough for a confirmation before turning the earpiece off.]
Later...
[Daryl headed over pretty much as soon as he'd had some time to catch his breath. Glenn wanted to talk to him, but he'd brushed his friend off with the excuse he needed to check in with Bucky. It was true, of course, but it was also an excuse. The whole deal with Castiel was still making his head hurt thinking about. He needed some time away from the mental gymnastics that was causing.
When he got near the east gates, he slowed up enough to make his presence and approach easily known.]
Action
James heard Daryl before he saw him approaching and made himself as presentable as he could so his psychical state didn't seem as bad as it looked. He held the buzzaxe up by the strange saw-blade, with the handle pointed to Daryl so he could take the weapon.]
Do you need to see the wound to prove it isn't a bite?
[He didn't particularly want to pull the makeshift bandage away, but he wouldn't blame Daryl if he was sceptical. He didn't feel the need to reveal that he'd blatantly refused to return to the city if he had been bitten. He'd made Steve give him a thorough inspection first.]
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[Daryl answered, taking the ax and looking it over before setting on the ground.]
But I'm gonna see it anyway. Brought some water and clean bandages for you.
[Clean bandages being a sheet he'd found at a bedding store that wasn't in too terrible condition before he decided to cut it into strips. Water was water.]
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It was deep, wrapped from the back of his shoulder up to the top. Had it come from the front, it would've broken his collarbone and likely nicked an artery. He was lucky, given his choices.]
Thank you. This was kind of a desperate measure to stop the bleeding.
I still don't know who attacked me or if I took care of them... or if I started the fight.
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[Daryl reached out to lightly trace the line of the wound. It wasn't one Bucky should have been able to dress himself, location-wise. So he was figuring Steve had done that when he got him. Nasty. Deep. Would have put most of the rest of the group out of commission had it been any of them.]
Don't think it's one of them that dropped here with us. Ax is too old for that. Too well maintained. Means we ain't so alone here. That stupid pamphlet we got from the blind man, did you read it? I think most people just glanced at it. But it said there were groups in the desert. Called 'em bandits.
[Daryl wet down one of the cloth strips and used it to wipe off the wound, clean away the already-crusting blood clots that would just stick to the bandages and make thing worse when they needed to be changed again.]
I'm thinking one of them groups decided to come in and have a look at the crash. Probably avoid most of this place 'cause of the dead. Desert sands, the wind, that would keep a lot of walkers from being able to go far. But they can thrive here. Nothing to knock them down and slip up their footing. Or bury them.
[Daryl didn't usually talk at such length, but with so many people not being familiar with walkers, he felt a need to. It just wasn't an understood thing for them like it was back home. They hadn't had a couple years to get used to it. They'd only had a week.]
Probably safer for the groups out there to send runners in for water and short hunting trips every so often instead of trying to take this place. Ain't good they attacked you, but if we can make contact with one of them... get to talking... might be able to find out something about this place.
[He was advocating a peaceful attempt, but he was more than prepared to kill any threats they turned out to be. Well, further threat.]
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I read it. That's what I was thinking. Hoping I was wrong. If someone got the drop on me, especially the Winter Soldier, that's worrisome. If it was thrown from enough of a distance that I wouldn't hear them and still manage to hit me? That's worse.
[Buck only tensed when Daryl began cleaning the wound. Steve had managed a quick, haphazard job because Buck had insisted he not fuss over it until they got back inside the gates.
Don't worry, Daryl. Your chatty secret is safe with him.]
They might not be so receptive if I killed one of their scouts... when this recovers, I can take you out to the spot where I came back to my senses. We can look around. I could see sand through the trees. It's possible they have a camp set up near there.
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[He finished cleaning the wound and patted the underside of Bucky's metal arm to indicate he should lift it. Would need it up just to wrap it properly.]
Unless you hid your trail back here, I just need you to show me where you came out of the woods. I can do the tracking back myself and go from there.
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James was used to being manhandled by the doctors (if you can rightfully call them that) and his Handlers, so Daryl's gesture was kinder and easily understood. He lifted the metal arm to give Daryl room to work as he spoke.]
I'm confident in your abilities, but I don't want you to go alone. I can understand if you don't trust me any more, but if you won't take me, take someone to watch your back.
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[Daryl's hand stilled for a moment, staring at the side of Bucky's face before going back to the wrapping.]
It ain't about trust. I do better alone. When I know I'm the only one who might be mucking up a trail and making noise.