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Post by Captain Koban on Jun 30, 2018 21:43:10 GMT -6
Koban was worried about Terryn, Satan City had been a harsh blow for everyone but Terryn seemed to have taken it the worst. While Koban saw the distraction of the Arcosian trying to claim control of the Fleet as something of a blessing to keep Terryn and Bella safe from the battle it seemed to have drawn Terryn inward, he had more or less claimed the basement as his own before even the events of Satan City, it was where they had set up a sort of living room, a place for the team to rest and relax.
But as it currently stood there were few of the Troopers around TO relax giving Terryn free reign of the room, until recently Koban had been fine to leave him be, but the longer things went on the more concerned Koban became with how little Terryn seemed to leave the room.
Today that would change, however, Koban threw open the door to the lower levels of the HQ letting light flood in around him as he stepped down into the room below, Koban pause briefly surveying the room and finding that it was now furnished with nearly as many Blue Ox cans as it was actual furniture “Terryn? You alive down here?” Koban shouted, loud enough to hopefully awaken Terryn if he was sleeping, though considering the sheer volume of energy drinks sleep was likely exceptionally difficult.
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Post by Captain Terryn on Jul 1, 2018 7:59:15 GMT -6
| Back In Action |
''I shall defeat you, Xicore!''
''Ha, FOOL! What hope do you possibly have?! I am far too powerful for you!''
''We'll see about that, DEMON! HAAAA!!''
''GHROOOOAAAAAA!!!''
Dead eyes stared at the large TV screen, unphased by the battle of epic proportions unfolding before him. The final episode of one of his favorite geeky shows had the protagonist finally facing off against the being that killed his family and friends. Really cliché shit. But, admittedly, cliché shit that Terryn enjoyed.
...Or rather, used to enjoy.
He idly slurped down the last sips of another can of Blue Ox, before tossing the empty can somewhere behind him. It clanged against others, and more or less started a domino effect. Down fell the pyramid of energy drinks, quickly turning the floor of the basement into a complete ocean of tin. Terryn didn't react in the slightest. The once-proud Trooper just kept staring at the TV, dead-eyed.
Suddenly though, a blinding light from above assaulted his senses! The totally-happy dark basement was lit up as the door to it swung open vigorously. ''Hhhhhrrh-...?'' Terryn immediately groaned, more or less out of instinct. Yet he didn't care to see who it was, instead just wrapping himself tighter within his blankets. It was only when he heard Koban call out to him that Terryn started to turn around.
He slowly got up from the couch, muttering profanities under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. Clangs of tin echoed through the basement, getting ever-closer, until Terryn's head finally popped into the stairwell leading down.
His hair was a greasy, ruffled mess. Dark circles under his eyes made it seem like he hadn't slept properly in years. Thinner cheeks, and hunched over. Possibly malnourished.
...Terryn was worse for wear. Obviously.
''Oh,'' He muttered, gazing up at Koban. ''...Sup?''
TAGS: Captain Koban
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Post by Captain Koban on Jul 4, 2018 21:34:16 GMT -6
Koban waited patiently not quite able to see far enough downstairs to see what Terryn was actually doing and only really knew that Terryn had heard him by the unintelligible sound his friend had made followed by the sound of the cans littering the floor being pushed out of the way as Terryn presumably made his way to the stairs.
What appeared at the stairs, however, was a far cry from the Terryn Koban knew, calling him a mess was probably still being generous. It looked to be getting dangerously thin and the sheer volume of energy drinks and the look of his eyes meant that it was entirely likely Terryn had at best been sleeping poorly if at all.
Koban had intended to just talk with Terryn, try to give him a bit of a push to get back to himself. Now though, seeing the state of him, perhaps a bit more than a push was needed if Terryn decided to be uncooperative, Koban had assumed Terryn was at least taking care of himself and simply had been overtaken by grief.
“I was coming to check in on you, I had meant to for a while but I didn’t realize things were quite so bad down here” Koban said running a hand through his hair as he debated how best to handle this. “You can't let what happened in Satan City do this to you Terryn,” Koban said taking a few steps further down into the basement to be nearer to Terryn gesturing at both the general state of the room and Terryn himself as he did so to emphasize his point.
"Letting grief consume you won't do you any good. Perhaps I'm just as guilty of that, I've thrown myself into patroling enough to not see this earlier" Koban said, he had substantially intensified his 'work' schedule since Satan City had fallen to the Stargoons to the point he barely spent any real time at the base outside of his workout and of course to get some sleep.
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