Does your shoulder need regular attention, or have you done something to it to cause it to flare up? Let me see... it's the shoulder you use to support the sniper's rifle, so when you're sent on a lot of jobs in close succession the repeated recoil aggravates an older problem? I have this image of you now sitting in your newest physiotherapists rooms, with them saying "So, Mr. Aucoin, I know you said this is a badminton injury but it looks very much like a repeated blunt impact. Like... I don't know, recoil maybe." [SOUND OF SILENCER BEING SCREWED ONTO PISTOL] Just sayin'.
Chronic "Does Hilda have a lead?" asked Pestilence. "Leash?" said Scuffles. "Yeah, if you want to be American about it," said Pestilence. "I prefer lead, it's more descriptive. With a leash it sounds like you've tied the dog up, possibly to yourself; with lead it's clear that you're on one end and the dog is on the other and there's going to be healthy competition about who takes who where." Hilda barked sharply, and Pestilence smiled. "See, and I'm pretty sure she knows where she's going. Which isn't something you always get with Fam, fam. That guy could get lost in a shower cubicle." Scuffles tried for a smile and ending up looking worried. "Aren't we supposed to be searching for something?" he said to hide his confusion. "I'm pretty sure War wants it found fast." "War doesn't want to spend too long around Famine," said Pestilence. "At least, not by himself. When we're all together the effects mellow out a lot. Well, for us. Not so much for his pet journalist. He gets the really bad dreams, the chronic ones where Cthulhu rises from the deep and starts building a new Kingdom." "Kev," said Scuffles. "Yeah, he's cool. He writes some odd stories." "Speaking of which," said Pestilence, "let's get going and then find out what stories you know." He picked up Hilda, one pale white hand curling under her ribcage and lifting her smoothly off the floor, and tucked her against his chest. "Horses ok?" "Brun-- Hilda scares horses," said Scuffles. "She scares a lot of animals, actually." "Pick one she doesn't," said Pestilence. "You look too young to be driving and I'm in the mood to be a passenger, so cars and bikes are out."
They headed north out of the monastery, and Pestilence managed to restrain himself for nearly ten minutes of mostly-silence before he lost control. "Hippopotamuses?!" "Brun-- Hilda likes them," said Scuff, hanging his head. Pestilence noticed that at that angle you could see he was trying to grow a beard and had managed a few wispy blond hairs that must have been more irritating than anything else. "In German they're called Nile-horses." "You could call them Lambourghinis and I wouldn't stop complaining," said Pestilence. He sighed. "Fine, fine, at least they're satisfying lethal and I suppose I've got an excuse, if anyone sees us, to start a kwashiorkor outbreak." He brightened up. "Cool. OK, so tell me what you know about the Law of Narrative."
Greg - it's a nagging issue. I've had a chiropractor work on it in the past but it's been bothering me more and more over the last month or so. I've got a physio appointment this coming Wednesday, so hopefully that helps.
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Does your shoulder need regular attention, or have you done something to it to cause it to flare up? Let me see... it's the shoulder you use to support the sniper's rifle, so when you're sent on a lot of jobs in close succession the repeated recoil aggravates an older problem? I have this image of you now sitting in your newest physiotherapists rooms, with them saying "So, Mr. Aucoin, I know you said this is a badminton injury but it looks very much like a repeated blunt impact. Like... I don't know, recoil maybe." [SOUND OF SILENCER BEING SCREWED ONTO PISTOL]
Just sayin'.
Chronic
"Does Hilda have a lead?" asked Pestilence.
"Leash?" said Scuffles.
"Yeah, if you want to be American about it," said Pestilence. "I prefer lead, it's more descriptive. With a leash it sounds like you've tied the dog up, possibly to yourself; with lead it's clear that you're on one end and the dog is on the other and there's going to be healthy competition about who takes who where."
Hilda barked sharply, and Pestilence smiled. "See, and I'm pretty sure she knows where she's going. Which isn't something you always get with Fam, fam. That guy could get lost in a shower cubicle."
Scuffles tried for a smile and ending up looking worried. "Aren't we supposed to be searching for something?" he said to hide his confusion. "I'm pretty sure War wants it found fast."
"War doesn't want to spend too long around Famine," said Pestilence. "At least, not by himself. When we're all together the effects mellow out a lot. Well, for us. Not so much for his pet journalist. He gets the really bad dreams, the chronic ones where Cthulhu rises from the deep and starts building a new Kingdom."
"Kev," said Scuffles. "Yeah, he's cool. He writes some odd stories."
"Speaking of which," said Pestilence, "let's get going and then find out what stories you know." He picked up Hilda, one pale white hand curling under her ribcage and lifting her smoothly off the floor, and tucked her against his chest. "Horses ok?"
"Brun-- Hilda scares horses," said Scuffles. "She scares a lot of animals, actually."
"Pick one she doesn't," said Pestilence. "You look too young to be driving and I'm in the mood to be a passenger, so cars and bikes are out."
They headed north out of the monastery, and Pestilence managed to restrain himself for nearly ten minutes of mostly-silence before he lost control.
"Hippopotamuses?!"
"Brun-- Hilda likes them," said Scuff, hanging his head. Pestilence noticed that at that angle you could see he was trying to grow a beard and had managed a few wispy blond hairs that must have been more irritating than anything else. "In German they're called Nile-horses."
"You could call them Lambourghinis and I wouldn't stop complaining," said Pestilence. He sighed. "Fine, fine, at least they're satisfying lethal and I suppose I've got an excuse, if anyone sees us, to start a kwashiorkor outbreak." He brightened up. "Cool. OK, so tell me what you know about the Law of Narrative."
Greg - it's a nagging issue. I've had a chiropractor work on it in the past but it's been bothering me more and more over the last month or so. I've got a physio appointment this coming Wednesday, so hopefully that helps.
But I do like your interpretation as well :)
Hah, hippos. Nice choice :D
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