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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on May 1, 2019 1:02:07 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
It was the middle of the afternoon. The sun was high and shining outside but inside the breakroom, Damian sat at one of the tables close to the window, sleeping soundly. The lights and tv were both off. Damian usually spent his breaks outside, either at the lake or in the forest, or anywhere where he could smoke without someone pointing out he was in a non-designated smoking area. Today was different. He was a bit tired and feeling sluggish. The naga had chalked it up to coming in early. One of the other guards had needed someone to cover the remainder of their shift due to a family emergency. Coming in early hadn't bothered him at all, he didn't have anything to do anyway. The early hours had gone by just fine, but the later in the day it had become, Damian started to decline. So here he was, sleeping his break away. He was dreaming about things that should have left him with nightmares, but they were all just memories of times he'd spent fighting in wars. To him, those had been the good ole days. There was nothing better in this world than the smell of gunpowder and the adrenaline rush you got when everything was on the line.
Eventually he woke up to move out of the sun. It didn't take long for him to fall back asleep. An hour went by and his alarm went off, sounding the end of his lunch break, but he didn't seem to hear it, or maybe he was just ignoring it. It was likely he didn't hear it since Damian was one of the last people to slack off unless he was taking a cigarette break. Cigarettes were the second most important thing in the world to him. Other than that he was always on time. He didn't so much as budge when the lights came on. That would have been grounds enough for him to snap. He was known for being the grumpy naga. Not to mention the raised voices of two guards coming in to grab their lunches. Even after they'd left he remained sleeping, comfortable in the coolness of the dark.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Jun 2, 2019 18:55:13 GMT 1
He was late for lunch.
Julius groused to himself as he stood outside the door of the patient who was supposed to be escorted back to the secure ward over ten minutes ago now. The dragon doesn't have any time for tardiness and this was getting beyond ridiculous. It may only be ten minutes but it wasn't as if he can come back off of his lunch at a later time because he went later, no, he'd be expected back at the same time as usual. No excuses.. That was a rule that he enforced himself with his staff purely to make sure that the place was staffed fully at all times, so he couldn't complain about that rule to anybody but himself. It still pissed him off though. Though his anger was placed more upon security than it was himself.
In the end he reentered the patient's room, gave them a measured shot of sedative without giving a damn over their protests and left the room, shedding his labcoat as he went and hanging it on a hook near the front desk as he left the building. If the guard turned up to take the patient now then they'd have to carry the bastard, he'd be out cold to the world for at least an hour.
Not his problem.
So, when he walked into the break room where he'd stored his lunch he wasn't particularly happy to see a member of the security staff sound asleep on the table. The dragon slowed to a stop to take in a deep breath to control the heat that rose within him, fuelled by his annoyance. Though a trickle of smoke did seep from his left nostril as he continued to stare at the snoozing guard at the table.. And that incessent noise.. Was it an alarm? What had this guy been doing exactly? Drinking on the job or something? His eye twitched a little and he changed his course to go and turn the ringing alarm off, he picked up the phone with one hand and idly whacked the guard on the back of the head with the other.
He's quite sure he's old enough to reprimand anybody he comes into contact with.
"Wake up." His voice was terse, obviously irritated. And loud enough of a barked order for anybody outside of the room to have heard.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 15, 2019 0:34:03 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware that he needed to wake up. Some internal clock was going off telling him it was time to resume his shift, but no matter how hard he tried to bring himself out of his sleep, it just continued. If he were being honest, he could dream about these things for a lifetime. The best times of his life had been as a soldier. He'd met a myriad of people from all parts of the world, different cultures, and personalities. There was few things Damian enjoyed in this day and age, but that would always be one of them. Most nights he didn't dream, or at least not that he was aware of. More so than that, he didn't often find himself dozing within the walls of Manson. Not to the point where he was unaware of the things around him.
Then something disrupted the dream. A weight against his head that made him sit upright. Damian lashed out blindly, the back of his hand swinging in the direction of the blurred figure. Then a voice followed, a barked order and Damian was nothing short of confused. Where the hell was he? He blinked snake eyes until his vision was no longer hazy. "You," he hissed with obvious disdain. Damian knew exactly who this man was. He'd briefly thought he was in the presence of his commanding officer, but clearly he'd confused his dream with the dragon. Damian stood up, the chair hitting the back of the wall. He was clearly unapologetic for lashing out. If anything, he looked irritated. He probably should have been concerned about not waking up on time, but he would deal with one problem at a time. The dragon was clearly a problem.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Jun 16, 2019 16:42:37 GMT 1
Julius hadn't expected the man to lash out as he did, but neither did he make any move to avoid the hand. So it collided with the bottom of his rib cage on the right hand side and a small 'tch' of mild annoyance left him. He'd made no effort to cool himself at all, he wasn't being 'touched' he was being swatted, there'd be no way Damian's hand would burn from such brief contact. The disdainful tone had been predictable enough that it simply made Jules smirk rather than get offended, "please, Hayes," because yes, he recognised the man, he'd given his staff quite the run around after he'd accidentally bitten that girl a few months back, "hit me again. Give me a reason to smash your face into the table."
Apparently there was a mutual dislike here.. The flames of which were fanned by the fact that this idiot had been found sleeping on the job. Julius didn't care that that was out of character for the Naga, just that he'd been snoozing. An irritant to deal with when he's supposed to be getting some quiet time in which to eat his lunch.. Perhaps the threat had been a little too much, but he didn't care.
The dragon watched almost boredly as the chair hit the wall and he glanced from it back to the now standing guard without a care in the world, "nice display of a childish tantrum," he lifted his hand as he walked away, pretty much dismissing the man with the slight wave, "go stomp your feet or slack off in your duties elsewhere.." He grabbed his lunchpack from the cupboard and returned to sit at the table, eyeing the Naga with disinterest, "it's Fabian's job to rip you a new one. Not mine."
He'd overstepped his boundaries before apparently and had been warned about it.. He was trying not to fall back into that same trap again.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Jun 26, 2019 0:56:09 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
If Julius had attempted to wake him in a normal fashion, Damian would have been apologetic for hitting the man. As it was, there wasn't an ounce of regret in him. If the dragon hadn't taunted him, the naga might have walked away without so much as uttering another word. He had a job to do after all. Yet the guy had to go and open his big mouth. Damian probably shouldn't have risen to the bait, but he was feeling particularly edgy despite the amount of sleep he'd just gotten. "I'd rather not waste my time. Wouldn't want to get my hands dirty with such filth." If they were outside of the workplace, he'd have been more than willing to mop the floor with the dragon. Damian had some air of professionalism about him. Professionalism that included not messing around with residents. Talk about low morals.
He slipped on his jacket and adjusted his equipment so that everything sat correctly. "I get the feeling you're a little bitter. Care to talk about it or are you going to spare my ears from your insistent whining? I'd prefer the latter." If Fabian decided to pop up and reprimand him for sleeping past his alarm, he'd have told the werewolf to shove it. It was a one time thing and Damian had done more than his fair share of work around here. One mistake shouldn't call for some unnecessary meeting. "Maybe I'll go patrol the medical ward and make sure your interns aren't handing out keys to drug boxes. It'd be a shame if someone else tried to steal all your medications." He gave a small shrug, his expression nothing short of smug. "How's that sound, Doc?"
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Jun 26, 2019 19:36:33 GMT 1
He poured an iced latte out of a can and into a ceramic mug, by the time he lifted the thing to his mouth the liquid was steaming. He swallowed a couple of mouthfuls and placed it back onto the table. He couldn't care less that Damian was on his feet close enough to possibly get a choke hold. He was assuming the Naga's mind was on some kind of physical retaliation, mostly because he would be thinking the same thing in the other man's position. But Damian wasn't much of a threat in his eyes, that's very much due to his own sense of pride and belief in his longevity. Not to mention his inner temperature burns and denatures most bacteria and poisons that would kill those of an average person. And they were at work. If Damian was nothing else it was at least somewhat professional. Murdering or spilling the blood of collegues wasn't particularly professional.
"For somebody who slithers through filth I'd say it'd be a little too late for that." Did the insult of being called filthy offend him? Not particularly, he'd been called worse.
If he wanted to talk about his feelings with anybody they wouldn't be sentient, Julius isn't one to open himself up like that with anybody. Even Orella doesn't hear his every thought. He's not exactly untrusting. But his thoughts are private. Even if he did share. He doesn't whine. Damian was getting close to having his shoes melted into the floor if this attitude continued. Immature, perhaps, but it would be pretty satisfying to watch the man struggling to get out of burning shoes.
His gaze returned to Damian's smug ass smile when the man mentioned the crooked interns, "maybe you should take your incompetant ass that way. If you do, please do make sure none of your assigned residents are mauling another individual. Medications are replacable. Limbs are a little more difficult." He tore his gaze from the Naga to take a bite out of one of the chicken legs he'd packed as part of his lunch. He was only partially aware of the small flame that would have ignited upon the guards sleeve. What an asshole, "don't test my patience with your smug, ignorance."
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Aug 13, 2019 18:55:51 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
The idea of choking the life out of the man before him had definitely crossed his mind. Damian just didn't act on impulse like most assumed he did. He wouldn't call himself a calculating man, he just knew how to assess a situation and when to act. Julius wasn't even on the radar. It would be a different story if they were outside the gates of Manson. Then he'd do as he pleased. He briefly wondered how miserable the dragon would be without his wings. What an amusing image that would be.
He glanced over his shoulder at the dragon, a grin forming. "Cleaner than anything you've ever touched," he replied. Damian could go back and forth with the dragon all day. He had insults for days. Too bad he couldn't sit around and go tit for tat with the other. He was already late, and it was best he resume his duties before something happened. He'd hate to miss out on the action. Getting to the party late wasn't nearly as entertaining as being there when it all started.
"Surely you could come up with something better than incompetent to describe me. It seems like a poor overall observation of the person I am." He gave a short laugh. "Technically, they are replaceable. Technology is a wonderful thing, but I suppose you're too busy being stuck in the stone age to think of such solutions." Damian wasn't even mad at Kole for attacking Daisy. He'd been more or less annoyed that he been spotted doing as much. Damian looked down at his sleeve after the man told him not to test his patience. "I think I've already crossed the line," he commented as he lifted his arm. "Could you not burn my uniintact think it's the last in tact one I have. Don't think the boss man would like me coming in here in civvies." He was clearly unbothered by Julius' temper. It just meant he was doing something to irk the man and that in itself was worth every burn he may or may not receive.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Aug 23, 2019 16:15:19 GMT 1
Whilst Damian was thinking of dewinging the dragon Julius had pleasant thoughts of the oversized snake attempting to slither his way over superheated ground to try and reach him. There was something oddly satisfying about thinking of him unable to comfortably curl up and sleep for a while, wouldn't that just made his usual sullen self even more miserable? He sipped at his coffee again, a smirk like smile at his lips as he placed the thing back down again and picked up a chicken leg, he wasn't going to stop his lunch break just because there was an irritance at his back. He was like a fly. Julius would swat him away if it came to it.
The dragon glanced at his grin and frowned a little as he chewed on a mouthful of chicken, he wouldn't jump to conclusions and assume that he did mean the woman. He wasn't lowering himself quite to that level, the snake was a dirtier person than he ever would be and he had no questions about that. People like Damian had come in and out of his life before, usually they ended up six feet under the ground. And not because they'd curled up in some damp, dark cave like he'd imagine this man would do if temperatures reached a little too uncomfortable for him.
"I don't have the time nor the inclination to give you a full run down of your charming personality, Hayes. If you want to identify those traits I can recommend to your boss that you attend scheduled counselling sessions before you snap and bite yet another resident. Naga anti-venom isn't so easy to create." It had an awfully short shelf life too so it isn't as if they can just keep it stocked someplace either. He also wasn't going to tell Damian to tell a shifter that a prosthetic would be as good for them as an actual limb. But then he had a form that didn't require them so Julius can't exactly blame the selfish man for his lack of empathy.
One intact uniform. What an idiot. Julius's response to him being asked not to burn it was to simply turn his head and blow a short breath at the Naga. The flames from his lungs were invisible at first, but became visual about half a foot from his mouth. There was no blocking them. However, he wasn't planning on letting the fire burn through the man's skin, he may be uncomfortably hot within moments, it may sting but Julius was aiming to burn the uniform, not the man himself. Because fuck him.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Aug 29, 2019 1:41:56 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
"Hetaria, we both know that counseling won't do me any good. You can't teach an old dog new tricks. You of all beings should know that." He grinned at the man despite the rising mixture of emotions he was currently experiencing. Damian made it a point to keep his fangs tucked away, but the day the harpy had lost her shit and his fellow guard had tased him by accident, it had been out of his control. Damian had felt awful about biting the girl and he'd willingly given up his venom in hopes of saving her. "It was unplesant for all parties involved, so I'll do my best not to 'snap' again."
The Naga adjusted his gear as Julius went about devouring his meal. He'd caught the little frown and he could just see the wheels turning. Damian was just a smidge disappointed that the guy didn't inquire as to what he meant. It wasn't that big of a deal. He'd had his share of amusement for now. It was time to leave the man to his meal so he could check in and explain himself before returning to duty. Honestly, Damian didn't even know why he'd slept through his alarm. Even to him it sounded like a lame excuse for being late from lunch. He gave a small shrug and started to pull his pack of cigarrettes from his vest pocket when suddenly his uniform went up in flames.
It was out of pure instinct that he went to trying to pat the flames out, but the heat alone was too much. He resulted to ripping the vest and shirt from his body, watching it disintergrate before he brought his gaze up to Julius. "You're a real piece of shit," he spoke. He shook his head. "You're lucky I have another pack of cigarettes." He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're a very impatient dragon. You couldn't bother to take me on a date before undressing me? Damn. If you wanted to see me shirtless so badly, you could have just asked. No need to go burning my stuff. I don't do well in extreme temperatures."
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 3, 2019 20:03:45 GMT 1
Julius hadn't read the report that had been made about the whole harpy incident, just written his section of it and submitted it to whoever the hell deals with all of that. He feels he was quite fair towards the guard regardless of the fact that he'd put the woman in that situation in the first place. If he'd been a little stubborn about giving up his venom and had to be manhandled into it then he'd have been less so. That's not to say he won't rub the incident in Damian's face though. He did smirk a little at the counselling statement, he's a miserable bastard most of the time but he can admit that he wouldn't be so easily changed himself, "perhaps not. Nor be too happy to hear about my faults. Which I'm certain you have plenty of." After a whole bunch of years you accept and embace faults and flaws and make thm work. So have some child point them out and expect him to change would just be tiresome.
The dragon had no intention of asking any questions that could put his relationship with Dutch thrown into this 'conversation'. Because then he would get a little more firey than usual, possibly end up tossing the man through the window behind them. He knows that the guard has at least some experience with that.. If he bothered to know fellow members of staff outside of the medical center then he may well have realised how out of character it was for Damian to oversleep in his break. Perhaps he would have asked a few routine questions even, but instead he'd simply been annoyed and whacked the man around the head. Because he was pissed off with security. It seemed logical in his mind.
Jules leant back in his seat when the Naga caught fire and he watched with an undeniable sense of smug achievement at what was happening before him. He even chuckled when he spoke and told him how lucky he was. However the amusement did fade as Damian continued to talk. It was very tempting to simply burn his shoes and choose to ignore the man completely. But he didn't. "If I wanted to see you naked you'd have been pulled in for a vigorous physical exam long before now. Don't flatter yourself into believing I'd ever be interested." Honestly, he was just beyond pleased to have become a minor nuisance to Damian's day, it made him feel slightly better about his late lunch, "there's a lake on the grounds that you're already well aquainted with, you'll find yourself in it before you return to work if you don't stop talking."
He could keep his pants for now. He wouldn't want to be accused of being too petty.. But he'd make no promises if Damian continued to speak. Or he'd burn those remaining cigarettes, that'd show him.
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Post by DAMIAN NYLE HAYES on Sept 22, 2019 0:35:04 GMT 1
I AM THE POISON,
YOUR ANTIDOTE WON'T CURE.
In any other circumstance Damian would have declared the only way they were getting his venom was by killing him first. As it was, it had been an accident and not intentional. If he'd have known that Jules had failed to read the report, he'd have pointed out that reading was fundamental, but as luck would have it, they were both in the dark. That was probably for the best, even if it did leave the Naga feeling a bit sour. Okay, more than a bit sour. He wanted to punch Jules right in the adam's apple and watch him gasp for breath like some miserable, dying creature. If that wasn't some indication on how Damian was feeling at the present moment, then there was nothing left to be said.
His own smirk stayed plastered on his face. "I have plenty, but I don't recall being born into this wretched world to please people either. Sorry I can't be the bigger person and step up to your loyal dog level." Damian couldn't be bothered to roll over and beg forgiveness every time he said or did something that others didn't like. It was tiresome and pointless. Not to mention most of those people he had outlived or would outlive. For those that had the luxury of sticking around long term in this world, that was their problem not his. He was a firm believer that if you didn't like something, move the hell along because he wasn't going anywhere.
Damian would have loved if the dragon had gave him some fuel to add to the fire. Too bad the guy was being all hush hush about the situation. As if the world doesn't know about you and your dirty little deeds. Perhaps if he hadn't been woken in such an abrupt manner he would have asked the dragon to check him out. Admittedly, Damian didn't feel right. If he hadn't spent so much time around the pixie, he'd have picked up the scent of pixie dust. Everything was just bad timing at this point and steadily getting worse.
His annoyance was still visibly clear, but it was fading as the tables turned. Julius didn't seem to like his reponse and that alone brought a certain sense of satisfcation to the security guard. "Kinky," was his only response to the vigorous examination comment. Damian wouldn't have gone. They would have had to drug him with an elephant tranqualizer first. "I can afford to be late now since you've just burned my clothes off. Thanks for the perfect excuse." He gave a small huff. Now he'd have to go get fitted for a new vest and replace his equipment. "I'd say I hope they dock your check for this, but you're a gold hoarder, so it makes no difference. Instead I hope you choke on your chicken." Childish, but he didn't care.
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Post by JULIUS POLLUX HETARIA on Sept 30, 2019 16:13:57 GMT 1
A loyal dog? With his back to the naga Damian would have missed the sudden contracting of his pupils and the slowing of his chewing. The dragon wouldn't say that he were a loyal dog on any level, he follows the rules given to him when he took the job, no more and no less. If the way he does his job isn't appreciated then they can approach him and try and tell him such but in his mind as long as the job gets done then there is no problem to be had. "We do what we have to," he muttered, "and unless I'm mistaken," which he rarely is, "I'm not the one who has orders barked at him." He has his superiors of course, the headmaster he would have to listen too as an ultimate authority, but if anybody else attempts to tell him what to do, especially when it comes to those he perceives as his staff then they better be ready for a heated argument.
Damian was very much a child in Julius's eyes. A bad tempered child with a smoking problem and a smart mouth that mummy Naga obviously hadn't smacked out of him when he was a baby. The annoyance that Damian usually felt around people younger than him was a feeling that Julius could understand wholeheartedly, he was feeling it right now and like a fly the guard was beginning to be a pain in the ass that required a little swatting. Unfortunately he couldn't quite do that, the doctor understands the chain of command and he and Damian aren't even on the same set of links. As much as he wanted to order him to get back to his job the Naga had no reason to listen to him in the slightest. That was a bit of a kick to the teeth.
Julius had picked up on the scent of pixie dust but he just gathered that the guard had gained that from a resident, not that he'd been rolling around with one of the devious little bitches of the fae world. So the scent went without being mentioned. So did the faded feline scent, the acrid scent of cigarettes and what he assumed was the natural scent of the scaley serpent within. To be honest he was more focusing on his chicken, at least that made his mouth water. Damian wanted to make him purse his lips and breathe shallowly.
"Go and choke on a cigarette," he responded easily after swallowing another mouthful of chicken. Damn bastard. He kind of hopes that Damian defies the odds and ends up getting some kind of lung disease. And he would probably have to pay for the replacement equipment, but like the Naga said, he's a gold hoarder, he has more than enough funds to even buy Manson himself but lacks the willpower for that kind of responsibility, "careful, Hayes or that last packet of cigarettes will go up in smoke too. It's a filthy habit anyway, you should quit. Doctor's orders."
"Go. Before I decide to burn the rest of your clothing." And then he'd have issues getting home in that car of his. What a shame. So sad. It'd amuse him for a while though.
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