c. [ Space Dolphins. A Space Titanic, with space dolphins. This is the kidna bullshit Eliot expects to find in one of Hardison's comicbook video games. Not an actual, real life situation that he has to deal with, right now.
On that note, he's still about 40% convinced this is some sort of very bad dream.
Still, Eliot is Eliot, and his priority is helping to get everyone to safety as quickly as he can. He doesn't really notice how he's just a little faster than normal, a little stronger. Just a little more durable. He's used to taking the blows, taking the heat. He protects his team. That's just what he does.
Dealing with panicked people isn't exactly his favorite hobby, either, but he knows what to do. Stand tall, give clear, calm directions, and start dragging people to get the moving in the right direction. Panicked people are a lot more like sheep and cows than a body might be led to believe.
He still spends a good half of the time muttering deprecations under his breath. The moment he sees someoen stopped, or staring, or seemingly not getting ready to evacuate, his focus is on getting them moving. ]
Hey, you! You need to get out of here. Let's go.
[ And that would be Eliot, reaching out to tug you along. ]
e. [ A few years ago, if you told him he'd have a steady team that he trusted to watch his back, a team that he cooked for and worked with and cared about after the end of a job, Eliot would have laughed in your face.
If you told him he would be suiting up to go out an airlock and beat up space dolphins, he probably would have punched you. Or dropped you off at a doctor's office, depending.
Eliot has decided he's not gonna bother trying to predict his life any more. THat's just asking for trouble, clearly, because trying to make sure that Hardison and Parker feed themselves food that actually meets general adult nutritional requirements and maybe try to reign in the extremes of their crazy impulses before they hurt themselves isn't hard enough. No, now he has to go fight space dolphins.
Which probably isn't too bad of an idea, because he really wants to start punching at something. Fighting isn't really his preferred method of stress relief, but some days you just have to work with what you've got.
The look of abject disgust on his face might draw a few comments though. ]
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[ Space Dolphins. A Space Titanic, with space dolphins. This is the kidna bullshit Eliot expects to find in one of Hardison's comicbook video games. Not an actual, real life situation that he has to deal with, right now.
On that note, he's still about 40% convinced this is some sort of very bad dream.
Still, Eliot is Eliot, and his priority is helping to get everyone to safety as quickly as he can. He doesn't really notice how he's just a little faster than normal, a little stronger. Just a little more durable. He's used to taking the blows, taking the heat. He protects his team. That's just what he does.
Dealing with panicked people isn't exactly his favorite hobby, either, but he knows what to do. Stand tall, give clear, calm directions, and start dragging people to get the moving in the right direction. Panicked people are a lot more like sheep and cows than a body might be led to believe.
He still spends a good half of the time muttering deprecations under his breath. The moment he sees someoen stopped, or staring, or seemingly not getting ready to evacuate, his focus is on getting them moving. ]
Hey, you! You need to get out of here. Let's go.
[ And that would be Eliot, reaching out to tug you along. ]
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[ A few years ago, if you told him he'd have a steady team that he trusted to watch his back, a team that he cooked for and worked with and cared about after the end of a job, Eliot would have laughed in your face.
If you told him he would be suiting up to go out an airlock and beat up space dolphins, he probably would have punched you. Or dropped you off at a doctor's office, depending.
Eliot has decided he's not gonna bother trying to predict his life any more. THat's just asking for trouble, clearly, because trying to make sure that Hardison and Parker feed themselves food that actually meets general adult nutritional requirements and maybe try to reign in the extremes of their crazy impulses before they hurt themselves isn't hard enough. No, now he has to go fight space dolphins.
Which probably isn't too bad of an idea, because he really wants to start punching at something. Fighting isn't really his preferred method of stress relief, but some days you just have to work with what you've got.
The look of abject disgust on his face might draw a few comments though. ]
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Down for just about anything.