So a Slovenian Walks Into a Bar...

[Inuk Rasmussen]

“This and that, got it,” the Greenlander nodded, placing his hands in his pockets and deliberately not looking at the Gunman. He’d be only too happy to follow up on that.

Inuk didn’t even try to hide his snickering after the Moleman’s alarmed yelp, and even if the Gunman didn’t seem terribly impressed Danica seemed to take it in stride. Inuk smirked at the Moleman as the smaller man shoved the Slovene’s bag forward, daring him to make a fuss. Moleman opted for prudence, unfortunately, and tried his hardest to pretend the Inuit wasn’t there.

Danica set to work, stoically bearing the scrutiny of the room’s other occupants. Moleman winced as the Slovene jabbed the needle in, apparently squeamish at the sight. Gunman was the first to move forward, Moleman following shortly to watch the clinic stitch. Inuk insinuated himself behind both men, seeking both a good vantage point for Danica’s operations and a prime place to be when it came time to deal with “this and that.”

He did spare a moment to inwardly commend the Slovene on her stitching, though. As a leatherworker himself, he could appreciate technical skill when he saw it.

Inuk was already moving past the Gunman’s right before Danica finished her command, mouth quirking slightly at the tacked on nicety. He sat the injured man up with some mercy, even if the guy was too out of it to care, and helped hold down or pull taut the bandages any time Danica prompted. A moment later he snorted, giving voice to a passing thought: “Guess this makes me the nurse, huh?” he joked. “Too bad they don’t have any cute dresses my size.”

Danica didn’t comment, but she didn’t look offended either. Inuk let her take hold of the patient once she was finished wrapping up, standing slowly while discreetly fishing the Military knife from his boot. Palming the blade against his thigh, Inuk’s gaze focused on the Gunman as the Mole moved closer to Danica and her sedative.

Curious, moleman asked, "What is that for?"

"It's a medicine that will make his skin meld together to help him heal faster," she lied. Inuk repressed the urge to snort as Moleman turned to her with a skeptic look.

"Really??"

She frowned. "No." Then she plunged the sedative into his neck.

Not wasting a second after Danica’s strike Inuk grabbed the Gunman’s gun arm and jerked him off balance, disrupting his aim before the other could even gather his wits to shoot. Inuk then wrapped his arm further around the Gunman’s, simultaneously pulling the man further off balance and into the Inuit. Using the disorientation to his advantage, the Greenlander cracked the pommel of his knife hard over the man’s wrist.

The Gunman dropped the gun with a startled shout, allowing the Inuit to quickly kick it aside with the edge of his boot, aiming to slide it toward Danica. Finally, he raised his knife-clenched fist and viciously punched the Gunman’s throat, taking pleasure in the added force the handle drove behind his knuckles.

The Gunman went from startled to wheezing in less than a few seconds, coughing haggardly with eyes bulging. When Inuk abruptly released him he staggered back, hand instinctively to throat. Inuk turned to face him head on, not giving the Gunman time to recover as he grabbed the other’s shoulder and slammed him hard into the nearby table, holding the blade to his throat and nicking past the man’s fingers.

Inuk loomed into the Gunman’s space, eyes glacial, and bared his teeth in a wolf’s grimace. “How’s the metal feel from this end?” he asked quietly, voice oddly casual if cold. The Gunman tried not to gasp too heavily, his face gray and eyes bloodshot as his fingers twitched, too stunned to move.

The Inuit pressed lightly on the blade and clenched his fingers tighter into the other’s shoulder, not taking his eyes off his prey as he called back, “I got this, how are things with that?”

[Slovenia]

Moleman reacted as soon as he felt the syringe inside his neck; he swung his hand as fast as he could towards her face. He did manage contact, but she moved her head away quick enough for his hand to slide off her cheek, minimizing damage. The only thing that hurt was one of Moleman's fingernails managed a small scratch across her cheek. Annoyed, Danica shoved his head towards the floor, and by the time his head cracked against the wood, the sedative had dulled his movements. It wasn't too long before he was out like a light.

She quickly checked his pulse, just to make sure. His heartbeat was slow, but still strong enough.

She rubbed her throbbing cheek. It didn't hurt too much, but there was a tenderness to the scratch. She went to her bag, too distracted to notice the fighting behind her, and rubbed some disinfectant just to be sure. Who knows what was underneath their gunky fingernails.

Noticing the gun Inuk had kicked to her, she picked it up and held it close. Speaking of him, how was he faring?

She heard a crash behind her; Inuk had pinned Gunman down on the table. She turned around and watched, amused at what Inuk growled. She noticed that his usual charm had vanished completely. All that was left was a rigid, icy language that even she would admit to being leery of. Well, as long as she wasn't his target ever. But even so, a cold tundra suited him just as much as his flirtatious tendencies.

How she knew that for a fact without knowing him at all, she did not know.

She walked over, standing beside him. "Under control. He won't be moving for a few hours."

She eyed Gunman, his eyes wide looking back and forth from her to Inuk. His chest was moving up and down rapidly. She smiled at him, but it was not a kind smile. "Your friend will make it, by the way. Provided he takes it easy and, better yet, goes to a proper hospital. Though I cannot say for sure he will be fine after. Addiction tends to be a cruel mistress."

[Inuk Rasmussen]

The Gunman choked beneath Inuk’s gaze, opting to look aside rather than face the Inuit’s fury. At Danica’s words his fists clenched. “You don’t need to tell me that, bint,” he grumbled, glowering even as he slumped in resignation.

“Hey now,” Inuk chided, keeping the knife steady against the other’s throat. “Bad manners aren’t going to get you anywhere.” The Gunman remained silent, a prudent choice.

“Keep the gun on him, please? I’m going to see what we can do about that “proper hospital” business,” the Greenlander asked Danica, releasing the man’s shoulder and reaching into his inner jacket pocket. He pulled out a blocky looking communication device, flicking it open and lightly smacking it against the edge of the table. The radio came to life in a crackle of static, drawing the Gunman’s attention.

“You’re military?” the man said, clearly disbelieving. Inuk quirked an eyebrow, smirking.

“Don’t look it, right?” Inuk chuckled, pressing a button, opening the communication channel. He started speaking rapidly, giving the location and situation. Rather than fight, the Gunman slumped down on the table again, wearing the expression of a man whose life has clearly gone to the dogs.

As soon as the necessities were taken care of Inuk replaced the radio and flicked his hair out of his eyes, glancing toward Danica. “Don’t suppose you have any more sedative on hand, do you? Not to promote over-medication but my arm’s going to get cramped.”

[Slovenia]

At the Gunman's insult, she only tilted her head and shot him a nasty smirk. She knew that he was beaten in every way, so a retort would only prove to be redundant. She saved her well hidden and barely used sympathy; it wasn't like Gunman wanted it in the first place. He could get the last insult, because where he was going, he would need that small victory. Kind, wasn't it?

She nodded at Inuk's request, raising the gun towards Gunman. She watched Inuk curiously, while keeping the gun steady and glancing back to Gunman a few times. She was unsure what Inuk intended to do exactly, they needed a phone to contact authorities. Her eyes widened slightly as he brought out the communication device, realizing for the first time his occupation.

Gunman echoed her own thoughts, disbelief and everything. Inuk was military? That was one of the least expected jobs she assumed he would have. She thought he was a professional hunter, or some kind of high risk, extreme adventure sort. The military did have that, at least that was how it is marketed. But there were many rules and regulations, something that would turn someone like Inuk off. Perhaps she was wrong about him.

She sniggered at his comment about getting a cramped arm. "Oooh, you poor thing," she cooed mockingly, "And here I thought military were strong souls." She shot him a devious smirk, and grabbed another sedative from her bag.

Gunman's eyes widened in fear, as do most when they are about to be sedated. "Hold still," she said, her voice lacking in compassion. His eyes squeezed shut just before she broke his skin with the needle. "But anyway dear, I'll give you credit. You keep me guessing," Gunman stopped squirming, the sedative done its deed. "I would not have thought you were military; too many rules. I'm surprised they haven't pinned you down and shaved your head yet."

[Inuk Rasmussen]

Rather than act insulted, Inuk chuckled at Danica’s mockery, accepting it with a cavalier grin. Despite the Inuit’s warnings, the arms holding the gunman down remained steady, the knife still beneath the man’s chin. It wasn’t until after the effects of the sedative really kicked in that Inuk eased his grip on the other’s body, flipping the knife one handed as he faced the Slovene.

“Oh believe me, they tried,” he grinned, flicking the forelock from his eyes as he caught the knife again. “Eventually they decided they liked keeping their fingers more than they hated my hair.”

The Greenlander regarded the entire room again, tapping the flat of the blade against his thigh. None of the bodies looked like they were getting up anytime soon, but Inuk figured it was better to be armed than to be sorry. “My unit should be here help to clean all this up in a few clicks,” he commented. “Possibly find out whatever these guys were haggling before things got hairy. They’ll probably want to bring us to base for more information.”

Inuk shrugged, smiling at Danica again. “But once that’s done, I can either escort you back to your ‘accommodations’ and buy you another drink besides,” his eyes glinted, becoming playful, “or you can just board up at base with me for the night and save the money. I’d like to see if I can’t surprise you again.”

[Slovenia]

She chuckled , picturing a dozen men running wildly away from a crazed Inuk, holding a knife with a slasher smile. An entertaining thought indeed.

"Hmm, a field trip? Sounds interesting enough." Even if it was to answer questions, to see a military base was intriguing. She heard that the military was the place to see the best technology in the world besides Sky City, which was infamous for coddling pirates. Whether that was true or not she couldn't say, but the mechanical dragons commoners raved about were, even if she hasn't personally seen one yet. They were said to be magnificent, soaring unchallenged in the sky. She would like to see one just once, at the very least.

An amused chuckle escaped her at his proposal. "Oh dear, how could I choose? Both are very appealing." She smiled and rolled her head to the side. "Either way, we end up at your base. Let's see how that plays out before I make my choice, hm?"

[sorry short!! but hey at least you are getting somewhere Inuk! =P]