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Tweak says, "*peckats*"

William Decker [ The Hessian ] (reclamation) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-22 23:49:00

Entry tags:

hessian, jim hawkins, plot: omega, plot: tempus

Who: Russell and Will
What: Operation: Commandeer, or scavenging the city.
Where: Around Paris
When: Day 3
Warnings: A little violence is likely.

Gathering supplies wasn't something Will was completely used to, but in this kind of situation, it was one of the better ideas. After the chaos of the first two days, the movement, the injuries, struggling to get anything together ... well, it was just better to head out and find what was missing, rather than waiting and getting into an even worse situation. Plus, he didn't want to hang around and do nothing for so long. It was partially just an urge to move (the wanderlust from decades past) and partially the urge to occupy his brain with something mindless, so that he didn't have to listen to and argue with the voice whispering about bloody battles in his head.

Though no matter where he went, he still had to listen. One of the others came with him when he left, the kid who'd helped him with Iris and gotten them to at least one pit stop. Russell hadn't made a bother of himself, so Will could put up with him. Even if his style of speech was a little ... antiquated, to put it politely, that wasn't going to stop him from scrounging and carrying. A fight might be another matter - if they ran into someone who wanted what they did, or into more soldiers or revolutionaries ... they could cross that bridge when they came to it.

He brought the empty bayonet anyway.

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2010-06-28 01:23 am UTC (link)

Mindless words that Will had heard uttered countless times before wouldn't do much, he was pretty sure. Russell looked like he'd just walked out of his first real battle, like all the new recruits on the front lines tended to look when they survived the blasts. Once he'd broken out of it, he could say more. Maybe. Unless someone else decided he'd done enough damage for one day.

The Hessian hissed and rumbled in his mind, disappointed that Will hadn't killed anybody with his own two hands, that it had been a mere boy who sent that man to his final minute. Will ignored him and rubbed at the bandaged spot on his arm, which, he noted wearily, did not look much better than before. He wasn't looking forward to infection in an era when things like medicine were mostly guessed at.

"Come on. Let's get back to the shop. Wash off the blood." Or wipe it off, whatever. He made sure Russell was actually following him as they headed back for the headquarters-hideout the lot of them had made for themselves.

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