Slade Wilson (Deathstroke the Terminator) (
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sirenspull_logs2012-06-02 12:48 am
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Who: Deathstroke (
terminates) and Re-l Mayer (
awakenings)
When: June 1st, early evening.
Where: Mugshots bar, Sector 4.
Summary: Despite being sick, Slade has opted to go to work. Re-l finds him there.
Warnings: Guilt plague things.
[ He's sick.
He's known about it for the last several days but hasn't actually done much more than ignore it as best he could. Business has slowed, and since Death is more than a little preoccupied, he's taken the liberty of shutting the doors early and having others do it for him.
Slumping heavily in his chair, he peers around at his office, the papers and bureaucratic nonsense piling up everywhere. He hasn't actually had enough brainpower to handle anything like it for two days. Yes, he knows the cause of this, and yes, he knows there is a cure. He just hasn't gotten around to addressing either.
Rubbing his face, he feels the fever and closes his eye. He doesn't expect to die, knows he won't, but that doesn't make it any less miserable. Maybe a nap is all he needs... ]
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When: June 1st, early evening.
Where: Mugshots bar, Sector 4.
Summary: Despite being sick, Slade has opted to go to work. Re-l finds him there.
Warnings: Guilt plague things.
[ He's sick.
He's known about it for the last several days but hasn't actually done much more than ignore it as best he could. Business has slowed, and since Death is more than a little preoccupied, he's taken the liberty of shutting the doors early and having others do it for him.
Slumping heavily in his chair, he peers around at his office, the papers and bureaucratic nonsense piling up everywhere. He hasn't actually had enough brainpower to handle anything like it for two days. Yes, he knows the cause of this, and yes, he knows there is a cure. He just hasn't gotten around to addressing either.
Rubbing his face, he feels the fever and closes his eye. He doesn't expect to die, knows he won't, but that doesn't make it any less miserable. Maybe a nap is all he needs... ]
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My "partner" is preoccupied.
[ He told Didi he would cover for her, and he has, as much as possible. Even though there isn't much happening, he still has to be here.
He sits, peering at her balefully. ]
What is it?
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[Considering the circumstances, that doesn't surprise her.
She leans against the door for a moment to watch him again. What can she say, that she was worried and wanted to be sure he was all right? That she wasn't sure if he'd taken ill too? She can't admit either of those things and she certainly won't acknowledge the idea that she missed their training sessions or him in any way. She hasn't been worried. She hasn't.
There's only a brief silence before she speaks again, despite the conflict in her mind.]
You should be home. You look terrible.
[She raises an eyebrow, hoping to come across as accusing instead of concerned.]
You cancel sessions because there's an emergency, not because you're filling in. You should be taking it easy.
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Except her. ]
I'll live.
[ If guilt hasn't killed him yet, it certainly isn't about to now. ]
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[Just like her. Just like quite a few people, thankfully. She's grateful, oh so grateful, that no one she's close to has died from this. Not yet, anyway.]
But don't act like it doesn't hurt. You don't need to slog through this as punishment for whatever you think you've done wrong.
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It's that kind of stubborn thinking that's kept him on his feet. ]
I'm doing my job.
Unless you have something worthwhile to contribute, the door is over there.
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(Pot, kettle.)
She scowls, folding her arms across her chest.]
Then give me something to do for you and then you can go home.
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It's paperwork. I can handle it myself.
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[Slade can always handle his issues.]
I'm just offering a hand to help. That's all.
[Is that all? She's not so sure right now. But if she's around to make sure he's all right, maybe it'll put her mind at ease.]
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Finally, he picks up a stack of papers and hands them over. ]
Alphabetize these.
[ Case files for new bounties. ]
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The sad thing about alphabetizing and categorizing is that she's amazingly good at it, like a goddamn secretary. But that's what happens when you join the police force as their first Newcomer female.
She doesn't complain. In fact, she gets to work without a word, efficiently separating the papers and making sure she has everything in order. After some time of silence, she speaks up.]
I'm not going to run across anything particularly damaging in here, am I?
[Re-l doesn't even look up from her work, though she has a very faint and crooked smile on her lips.]
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Only if you're easily bored.