Male bonding

~WARPOLE~
*The room is, as all hospital rooms are, sterile and white, the infirmary of the GUARD HQ complex. Its fairly large though, wide and spacious. The prone body of Warpole lies on the white sheet gurney, the IV attached, quiet and the mechanics of his cyber limbs exposed. There IS a difference, however, in that, for the first time, he wears no mask. He has a chiseled face, like that of a model, blonde hair and blue eyes... the all-American boy next door, handsome. Most of him is covered by a sheet, and his eyes are closed. The machines he's linked to are blinking and bleeping, signs steady. It had taken many telepaths and technicians to repair him this time, and if not for his considerable record as a Hunter, he most likely wouldn't have been restored at all...*

~BLACKDAGGER~
~*~ He first was seen as a silhouette outside of Pole's door, then heard as a murmured voice. He quietly peeked his head in. In his usual garb. A GUARD Tee and sweats, shoes and even underwear. He was a briefs kind of guy. Walking in slowly... one arm filled with a bouquet... Dayre had actually helped him pick out... after mocking Pole to no end. And in the other was a BIG stuffed teddy Bear. Cheesy... like he was going to ask the man out or something. He stood, tall, jaw set. Placing the things beside Pole's table, blinking at the man behind the mask. He kneeled a moment... as something beeped. His head swirled to the side... thinking it was a flat line. He looked over at the man... Biting his lower lip. Failure... evident in his eyes. Pity... and a great sense of guilt. Tremendous guilt. He would have given his right arm to see this arrogant man in stiches a few weeks ago. He loathed him with a passion. But now the situation arose... it was different. Screwed. He parted his lips... attempting to say several things. Finally blurting out... standing fully. ~*~ I'm Sorry Sir... ~*~ No tears welled in his blue eyes.. though he was slightly trembling ~*~ Terribly sorry... sir... this will -never- happen again... sir... ~*~ Trying to show the man the UTMOST respect. Feeling almost the sound was as if he was mocking him... ~*~... please.. sir...~*~ His voice softened just that much ~*~ Get better...

*slowly, so slowly, the blue eyes force themselves to flutter open... taking a long, drawn out moment to focus on the young man next to the bed. Then they jaggedly fix their gaze on the... what was that.. flowers and a bear?? He'd roll his eyes if he had the strength. Weakly, he raises a trembling hand, painful motions to beckon the man nearer, the rasp of his voice strained, and so very quiet...* come... closer... can't... *he trails off, throat parched, lips chapped. He -looks- fine, but its obvious he's still recovering, the small actions he makes now so strenuous and difficult...*

~*~ He pauses near calling a Techie a medic... anything. In all honest he had no clue WHAT to get Pole... Phobia suggested the Bear... Dayre the flowers... Exit the Card. He was at a loss. Swallowing back his guilt, he leaned ever closer... his ears picking up on the small variations of the man's voice. About to ask if he needed water. Anything. Leaned forward... his head now only a few inches from the man's mouth trying to make out more words... ~*~ Yes... sir?

*Pole struggles to get the words out, his strained voice like parchment against wood. When Black has leaned down enough, Pole's arm drops, and he speaks so softly* ...you... really... sorry, boy? *it takes an immense amount of strength to gasp the words out, pathetic and pale, this man, so strong before, so weak now... his blue gaze brittle, unfocused, glazed*

~*~ He nods... very sincere. Not even about to explain to him...the guilt, the utter guilt. He was here fine. His throat perfect... the regraffing not even scarring... and here was this man he loathed at a time... for bring so cocky... the arrogant air.. the better than thou person he was ... and being justly so. He nodded again... and muttered ~*~ Yes sir... I am incredibly sorry sir... you may demote me... ban me... whatever... sir... it won't happen again EVER sir... ~*~ his teeth clenched. He was a failure as Phobia reminded him whenever she passed him in the hall 'Hey Failure.. I mean Jimmy boy! ' He winced... it stung. He stiffened his jaw, and said again near rambling ~*~ Yes sir...

*A whip of movement, sudden, powerful, cybernetic limbs surging with strength and so quickly... the massive stream of motion only mechanical appendages can bring. Its a solid strike for the jawline, abrupt, full of passion. The machines bleep and peak, a whir of sound and jagging lines. And then the hand drops to the bed, energy spent, the lines going back to their regular bleeps a second after, all normal, all fine* ....you're.... forgiven..... *and his eyes reclose, slowly*

~*~ He blinked... the blur was all her saw. Skin colliding with metal, ripping strands of his chin... that rehealed from the outside in... Throwing him up and over. Then back into the table, the flowers falling on him... then hitting the wall, causing a signifigant dent in it. The Teddy bear fell over... on his lap, he blinked dazed for a moment... his hand moving to the sore... dull... probably broken jaw. Yep broke, he yelped in agony as it re-knit itself. Slowly. He blinked. The pain subsided... and he wiggled his jaw for a moment, the flowers falling between his legs... A few techies rushed in... he waved them away.. dumfounded.. the wind knocked clear out of him. A few moments later, he said.. ~*~ You HIT Me!! ~*~ Still in disbelief.. ~*~ You arrogant bastard you HIT me... I take back ALL the nice things I said about you... ~*~ His lips in a huge grin, his voice near a deep chuckle. He breathed in deeply, a sharp pain, his rib had re-knit itself... he failed to even notice it was fractured... he stood.. chuckling.. and ocassionally owing.. replacing the things where the belonged. He blinked.. still muttering ~*~ Sir... You HIT me..!

*A low chuckle rumbles from the bed, Pole not reopening his eyes, but grinning in a weak, pained manner, and as quiet as his voice is, it still slips and slides from the gurney, into the sterile air after the techies leave, amused by the response. He doesn't move further* ...prove it... *is all he says*

~*~ His eyes wild with amusment. No way he could... and no way he would. He just simply shakes his head.. tossing the stuffed bear at the near dead man..very lightly. It falling on his chest. He rose a brow ~*~ For those warm and windy nights.. sir.. ~*~ He shook his head.. ocassionally, re-adjusting his jaw.. blinking. Soon a techie came in ..and noted it was time for him to leave. He looked over at Pole... and shook his head again... still cradling his poor, poor jaw ~*~ You ... HIT... me... ~*~ still unbelieving.. he exited.. to become a silhoutte again.. only to pop his head back in the room ~*~ Oh yeah... -sir-... Whenever you decide to get better.. ~*~ A bit of mock in his voice... it still riddled with disbelief.. and a twinge of guilt. ~*~ Umm Eixt and I are going to the Pier.. ~*~ Not even sure if the man could hear him... let alone understand him. Techie shooed him and he pushed the man aside ~*~ You are invited. ~*~ Quietly... ~*~ On me, sir... ~*~ He left,quietly as he came... only a random... and quiet mutterance in the hall ~*~ He -hit- me...

*Another soft laugh that never quite makes it way out, but sticks in his throat, making him cough a bit.. he grins weakly nonetheless, slightly shaking his head against the pillow it rests on. The kid had promise, and Pole would like to see it realized. What had he said? his systems weren't perfectly on line yet, still adjusting to the clone's body... the pier, on HIM.. the grin becomes a smile, softer, but it lasts. Hit him. Heh. Kid deserved it, the bastard punk. Yeah, Pole decides, I like him...*