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[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[and the Brigadier is on the plane, looking the exact opposite of pleased. he has a hand pressed to his side, and is wincing just a bit] Damn! Bloody, hotheaded... going to get someone killed!

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[contract_star]

Sir? What happened?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Private Matheson. [he winces again, but pulls and keeps the stoic demeanour, tempering his voice] Idiot is going to get someone killed at this rate.

[contract_star]

[Frowns.] Are you alright, at least?

Is this the same guy who almost impaled you last time?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Fine. [which is not true, but he says it anyway] Just a bit of a scratch.

[the Brig nods] ...going to cut his horns off when I see him.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And here I was thinking that was a merit in your line of work.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[watch as the Brigadier switches from Rather Annoyed Mode to Have Gun, Will Shoot mode]

For some.

[oh, Master, your sense of timing is - as always - perfect]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

My dear Brigadier, I'm starting to get this awful suspicion that you don't like me! Have I done something to offend you?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[concerned, probing stare]

Do I need to drag you into the med bay again?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

No. I'll be fine.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[slight smile]

I'd be slightly more assured if I knew you wouldn't say that with a hole through your chest.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Donna is between worried and mad. She sticks to worried for now] What happened now? Same one as before?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he's still got his hand on his side, keeping pressure on the wound] Matheson again. I'm having his horns removed for this.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

That'll show him. [swooping in to try to see the wound] How is it? That one had a set of horns like one of those bulls in Spain.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Comes wandering up when she smells the strange blood. She sighs.] I'm starting to wonder if it's a habit of the people here to arrive badly injured. What on Earth happened, Brigadier?

[She walks up and sniffs at the wound.] Hold still and I'll fix this up right away.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he's still applying pressure] One of my men got into a fight again. I tried to break it up and he stuck a horn in me.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

A horn? Good heavens.

[Time for some brushwork. She makes a wide stroke above the wound, and in the next second the wound is closing and the blood is slowly disappearing. She tilts her head.] It usually works faster than that. But at any rate, that should feel significantly better.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Have a rather worried-looking Jack at the Brig's side] Brigadier?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier is just keeping his hand on his side] I'm fine, Harkness.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[frowns, looking more concerned and just a bit annoyed] We've been over this; don't lie to me like I'm an idiot. What happened?

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Have a Tohru, so distraught over Lucy Saxon's revelation about the future world's lack of Japan that she doesn't even notice the Brig is wounded--doesn't even notice the Brig until she bumps into him.]

O-oh! E-excuse m-me... Oh! Y-y-you are h-hurt! I-I should g-g-go get some b-bandages, and d-disinfectant, o-or, um.....

[And then she bursts into tears.] Wh-what? Oh, oh, oh n-n-no, y-you are h-hurt, I, I c-c-c-can't...

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig is bumped into and only briefly stumbles - he's a man who can keep standing straight even under pain and bloodshed; he's angry, still, but sets that aside, after all, it's for Matheson]

No, no, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine. [just ignore the bit of black starting to ooze over his fingers] Are you...?

[sweetumeboshi.livejournal.com]

[Swiping at her eyes.] O-oh, y-yes, I-I am s-sorry, I j-just... Um, I am Tohru Honda, I am new in this p-place... I... I... [And she covers her face.] I am very s-sorry, s-sir, I j-just... c-can't s-stop thinking about it...

[madamemoiselle]

{One advantage of dying, Brigadier, the new black blood is not appetizing at all (and it is an advantage, trust me)} Ah~ You got impaled, didn't you? Ne, now you're not allowed to die twice, you know.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he gives her a bit of a look] I have no intention of dying.

[madamemoiselle]

{Thoughtfully} But you're hurt. Though, that blood, it smells bad.