Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140517074003/@comment-24866242-20140517074623

Subj: Re:Band-Aids any one??

Date: 96-05-04 12:48:25 EDT

From: Katrylle



She was only joking about the band-aids. Jugger always seemed to be forgetting her in one assignment after another so it seemed only fitting to be sarcastic when it came to first aid and this group of techno's taking on somthing better left to those who knew what they were doing. Her opinion concerning her roll in first aid changed quite drastically, however, as she watched the battle between techno and bull. She had to give Ryax credit for even trying the horse, but the tension mounted as he began playing footsie....or was that horn-sies... with the massive mobile hunk of grade A prime Angus beefsteak. Although she admired the grace with which Ryax pissed the bull off, she knew that hunk of work to be as pigheaded as Ry, if not worse. Absently, her hand had strayed to her blaster as she watched Ry stand while the beast charged him full speed, the cold metal instantly becoming hot as she lifted it from it's holster. The scene moved to slow motion as she beaded in on the beast's enormous head just seconds before Ry did his handspring. (m) "bloody fool...gonna git body pierced in places tha' aint gonna me needin any rings if he ain't careful....."

The blaster dropped several micro-inches as she purposefully lost the sight-in on the bull. Fascinated, yet anoyed that Ry would put himself in such danger, she continued to watch the scene, blaster always in the back of her mind. When all was said and done, she didn't know if she was impressed or just angry, so when he walked into the house requesting a bandaid, she slung the first aid box at him smacking him square in the chest, muttered something about "fix it yerself" and stormed out to the fence near the new pony.

Sitting on a low beam of the freshly made fence, she took in the smells and sounds of the ranch and let her memories take hold of her...memories of another life in another place. "(q) ah, Jack....y'should be here now..."

The nudge of the pony pulled her from her thoughts and she chuckled softly as he sniffed her pocket for a cube of sugar. (q) "Y'll have t'be waitin fer tha', love. But next time, I promise....perhaps a carrot or an apple as well, eh?"

Giving a final pat to the pony's head, she stood and made her way to the group of wannabe cowboy's celebrating their minor victory over their four legged opponents....some of which had higher IQ's than the technos......drifting back into the background where she felt she belonged.