Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[Neshimo]

After getting to the second story, he opens up a window and switches too a grapple gun on the side of the sniper, aiming at the building near. He knew they'd be able to disappear before they got up here, then cut the rope as such so they didn't find which direction they go. "Do you mind holding onto my arm yet again?" He ask, hoping she'd comply without a sassy remark at him. Shooting with his off hand, again he's on target, the only thing he feels good for at this point in time.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, silent to the point of almost seeming scared, she grabbed his arm, glance showing nothing but determination. She wouldn't let their lives be ended this early. No, she'd make him survive if she had to do something unethical to do it. "Just go, Jamil." Even she knew now wasn't the time for quips. Instead she let him grapple them across the gap to the next building, bow now off in her other hand.

 

[Neshimo]

A awkward pause between them, as he unhooks the grapple as they're about too land, and with the guards searching the area, and with one soldier only seeing a couple arm in arm walking down the street too far too be the culprits, they continue a pointless search as Jamil and Saphire begin too return back too the safe house. After returning, he goes into a box, puts on the silencer, and repeats the process over and over until it's disturbed by him slamming the sniper down. "...I'm sorry I got you into that mess, but this isn't because I didn't get sleep. It's the first time I've forgotten and I've only used bows for the most part, so I figured it was already silent."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, watched as he messed with the gun, over and over repeating the movement... and slowly approached him. "I'm sure it was a mistake." She put one hand on his arm, gently leading him to stand, and hoping that he'd let her get him onto the bed. "Still, it won't hurt to let your mind rest, Jamil. Trust me... there comes a point where you just have to rest." And frankly, she didn't want that point to be in the middle of a mission, not to mention his excuse was feeble at best.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'm not sleeping, I'm fine, so please don't try too make me. I've been fine with it before, and I'll be fine now." An honest answer, at least too him, he tries too do his best too not admit that she may have a point. "I've rested, I just just forgot, so please I don't need to remember...I mean, sleep again." A slip of the tongue leaves him speechless, too the point where he knows she's going too MAKE him sleep, leading him to start backing away from her.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire smirked, flicked her wrist, which had been holding the poison, and said seriously "At least this time there won't be any nasty dreams, Jamil. Nighty-night." Now she jumped forward, dagger aiming to slice his skin under his arm, where the muscle was thick. He'd not lose too much blood, but there would be enough poison to get him to sleep... and while he did she would ponder that slight slip of his tongue.... something to do with his loss, and subsequent search for revenge, no doubt.

 

[Neshimo]

"Not...a chance." He takes a steel tip hidden in his pocket, and begins too jab his hand too keep him awake, repeatedly until it starts too become a small puddle in his hand. "Keep awake, don't fall alseep." Though the blood loss, and sedative taking it's toll, the pain was more than enough too keep his mind actively trying to find reasoning in it. "Don't sleep...don't sleep..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire sighs, grasps the tip, and looks at him sternly. "You will sleep. And then, when you wake up, we will talk about your problems with it." No argument on this, she wouldn't let him. Nope, soon he'd fall asleep if only because the sedative was almost impossible to resist. He'd be able to hold out for a while, but even she'd succumed to it at some point.

 

[Neshimo]

"Stay...awake." His words getting more slurred, slower, and quieter, he eventually slumps down too a nearby wall. "Awake..." Desperately trying too cling on, he does his best too squeeze too make more pain, though his hand is already numbed. His eyes now close, all that can be heard is his soft breath, as he drifts into his sedative coma until it clears from his body, looking ever the more so peaceful, despite his wailing earlier.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, now smiling a tiny bit, began to drag him over to the bed. Yes, it was difficult, yes he was being a large obstacle to it. No, she was not going to give up just because he weighed more than she did. Jamil was going to get his rest, real rest not sit-in-a-corner-and-doze rest. Even if she had to pull something to do it. When she had finally gotten him on the bed she pulled the covers over him, letting out a long-suffering huff. At least she'd improve in upper body strength.

 

[Neshimo]

Quietly, his head being bumped around a bit, he stays in his deep sleep of nothingness, floating across a darkness like in his naps. For this one though, It would last 6 hours and continue on into early dawn, and as his consciousness rises as the sun, it also brightens memories that should have been forgotten by him, at least they were supposed to. It begins is a soft turn, then a cold sweat envelops his body from the dream. "I'll protect you...I promise." Shaking a bit from the chills of sweat creeping down his skin, finding nightmares at his age, ones he tried too run away from, attack his mind yet again.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, hearing him shake and mutter, did the only thing she knew of, once more she sang. This time the song consisted of no words, only the soft 'lalala's found in many acapella songs. She wanted to ease his nightmare, but without knowing it, could not. Gently, almost affectionately, she took one of his hands, squeezing it gently.

 

[Neshimo]

A sudden touch of his hand, and his calm sleeping demeanor comes back, and his hand grasp onto hers tightly. "Marie." A name that keeps him going through his final dream, closed eye lids shaking, and shifting around in the bed, the signs he's about too wake up appear clear, though he doesn't let go of her hand, afraid too let go for fear of falling back into a dark sleep.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire frowned, Marie? Her eyes still looking down. A deep breath, she didn't even attempt to remove the hand. It was important that he get as much sleep as possible. Very important. And so, swallowing her curiosity, she let him hold onto her, as though for dear life. She could always ask later, but not now.

 

[Neshimo]

In 15 minutes or so, his eyes slowly open, his whole body feeling sore and sluggish from not moving for so long. He'd always been active in some way, so not moving for so long seems too have made him lazy for the while. Gazing at her, though not a friendly glare, not one of a thank you, it seems more disappointed. At her or himself, well only time could tell, but for the while, he just keeps staring until his body is ready too move, his grip on her hand not letting up in the slightest.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire was half-dozing, head lowering but her eyes were still open, just unfocused. The slight movement of his head, however, forced her gaze to move to him. She managed to, despite having obviously been up all night, gaze at him with her full focus, seeming to banish the tiredness behind not-now, and asked him, just the slightest hint of exhaustion behind her tone, "You sleep well, Jamil?" As though it were a normal night.

 

[Neshimo]

"...I have a story too tell you." Saying so, he lets go of her hand, hearing the sleep ooze out of her sentence, and begins too place the cover on her. "You should have slept, now we might be a bit late because you worried about me." Though her voice has stains of sleep, his stains of depression, not knowing what too do anymore with his life. He forgot for a reason, and now he doesn't know why he has too kill anymore, a resolve broken.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"No, I'm fine." She told him, knowing full well that she was being hypocritical, but not caring one bit at the moment. "Tell me the story." Her tone commanding there was just the tiniest bit of compassion in her eyes, and one of her hands covered his. "I want you to believe me, I will not judge you." Saphire did, after all, notice the depression. "Putting it off won't help anything..." A sense that she was talking about more than just his problem, quickly buried under a pile of not-my-therapy-session.

 

[Neshimo]

"...I'll tell you on the journey, how about that? A bit of story for how ever long we live, that way you have an incentive too live, instead of getting injured again. Speaking of injuries, guess who doesn't have them?" A backhanded comment towards her, though her really needs to stretch, exercise, and try to get his body back into the un-sore shape it was in before he slept. "You need the rest more than I do, so just sleep, and I promise I'll tell you."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire nodded, her mind just a bit too muddled to argue, but she added... "Then I'll share my story as well. Incentive for you to sleep, when you can, like tonight." She felt that his health was equally, if not more, important than her own, and wanted him to know. Of course, rather than let him get up she, in a fit or childishness, latched onto him. "And you're going to stay in this room until I wake up, got it? Wake me up as soon as we have to leave."

 

[Neshimo]

A chuckle for her caring, his eyes closed in embarrassment become wide and a slight blush appears on his face when she suddenly latches onto him that way. Though, recognizing his age, a genuine grin, and a pet on the head until she falls asleep, and he takes out the PDA too watch the time. "You still find ways too make me believe you're not broken as you say you are, and making me more interested in just what kind of girl you are, I'm going more towards the cute girl for you every so often." A joke too ease his own tension, he continues his petting until her voice becomes nothing but a whisper.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire allowed herself to be lulled into sleep. It had been a long time since anyone had been close to her when she slept, so she unconsciously smiled, looking relieved and sad. The last person to sleep with her had, after all, been her sister... and the petting of her hair... well, that was something she'd never experienced. It was relaxing, familiar, and somehow gave a sense of security. Such a thing she rarely had, after all. She fell asleep faster and deeper than she normally slept, buried half-memories bringing up the almost painful hope... almost because she held onto that tiny sliver of knowledge that she hadn't always been this way.

 

[Neshimo]

About 5 hours pass heading into the afternoon when I look at the time. He's been petting her and watching the time go by for that long, and once it finally becomes time too leave, he doesn't want too let her go. Theres only so much of her smell he can take, as much as they've been walking, it isn't foul at all. In fact, he finds a comfort in it, though if they don't finish he might not be able too have this smell anymore. A slight shake of her shoulder and a pat on her back, in an attempt too awake her he finally says the words "Wake up, Saphire." mono toned of course.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire had resisted every form of waking up, except that. The mono-tone reminded her of something unpleasant, and so she jerked up almost immediately, eyes wide open but still glazed. She looked around unthinkingly before finally turning to Jamil, and asking, "Time to go?" And getting out of the bed right away, seeming to move on auto-pilot. She grabbed half of the bags, the wrong half, and stood in front of the door with her hair mussed and cloak askew.

 

[Neshimo]

Her suddenly releasing herself from his arms leaves him, dazed, and her weird movements leave him even more so until he can't help but start laughing at her. "Take your time, I woke us up 30 minutes before, come on, lets make sure we're good and packed, rationed up, because traveling through an deliberated city is dangerous. Lets just look like travelers." Sitting up, he stretches, going off past her too get their cloaks, and see the new weapons smuggled in whilst they slept. "You might find something you like."