Rascal 'Sal' Phoenix (rascal_phoenix) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-06-23 14:30:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | finished thread, jazz, midvalley, rating: pg-13, sal, setting: niflheim |
Keep Your Friends Close...
Who: Jazz, Rascal, and Midvalley
Where: The Garage (AKA: Jazz's Room)
When: The day after Inquisitive Day
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R, depending on how it goes)
Warnings: Language, innuendos, violent natures
Summary: Jazz and Sal have been wanting to meet for a while, but Sal has ideas of his own. He tries to remove Jazz's weapons while the transformer is asleep. But things don't always go as planned these days...
It had been a fair week or two since the incident with Mitch, Henry, and Will on the grounds of Niflheim. Ever since that day, when things hadn't even gone according to plan, Sal had kept it quiet. Emerald had disappeared, Una was off on her own, and Light was in serious condition no thanks to an insane Carrion. In other words, Sal had nothing to do, no one to pick on.
Hm. He looked at his left hand, the bones in his fingers having healed crookedly. Falling off the roof, Sal discovered, was not a good idea. It was still painful to hold a gun - hold anything, really, but he did and without hesistation. And this was probably why some of them healed in funny directions.
ANYWAY. That wasn't the point. The point was that he'd been chatting it up with Jazz. And while this mechanized man confused the hell out of him, he couldn't resist the opportunity to entertain himself. Everybody had to sleep - even robots, Sal figured. So why not pay Jazz a visit, then? Those guns he must have had....they'd be big ones. Big ones with heavy firepower. To obtain them would be victory in the making. Who cared if they were actually getting along? If Sal wanted it, he'd try to get it.
Hoping against hope that Jazz would be in lullaby land, Sal made his way to the garage with a toolbox gripped in his broken fingers.