( i'll be the freak you can taunt )
Mar. 9th, 2013 10:33 pmSprained ankle. Torso contusion (bruised ribs? minor), possible concussion, mild disorientation with blurry vision (fading fast) - Aya takes stock from his secure position, running his physical disaster checklist through his head on auto-pilot and deciding that a) his state of injury is not critical and b) the situation overall is Not That Bad. He does not allocate results with It Could Be Worse, as after many years as an assassin and paranormal "investigator", Aya is fully, painfully aware of the cosmic weight of that thought.
While Not That Bad is far from Totally Fucked on the disaster checklist, it is also very unfortunately quite far away from Good. A fact on which Aya reflects from his very secure position - his secure, inescapable, sixteen-foot-off-the-ground position, clasped in the iron telekenetic grip of an extremely pissed off demon. Seemingly floating, Aya is - sort of - on his back, floating in mid air, black hair half-unfurled out of the tight ponytail it was in when this altercation began. A minute ago he had to cough and hack up a mouthful of blood and spit to prevent himself from choking on it, the remnants of which are still clinging aesthetically to the side of his face, but he's satisfied enough to know the blood came from the lacerated insides of his mouth and not internal bleeding. He primary and secondary firearms are missing in action (and would need reloading anyway) and in his current state of secureness he can't reach the backup pistol in his boot. His katana is somewhere on the cement floor, many feet below him.
The more he considers the situation, the more he is aware of two things: one, that he is in a position where he cannot cut off the demon's power without letting himself fall and two, if he falls, he is potentially high enough to cause himself serious injury. He doesn't recall the room being any higher than twenty feet, but as he can't see below him and can't turn his head to gauge how far up he is, he can't be sure. Thing two is rapidly becoming a less vital concern, however, as falling and possibly breaking a leg is a better option than permitting a demon to literally crush him in mid-air.
« Make yourself useful, you fuck. »
Well. It's not like he's using his shields right now anyway. Might as well see if his esteemed partner has fucked off or not yet.
While Not That Bad is far from Totally Fucked on the disaster checklist, it is also very unfortunately quite far away from Good. A fact on which Aya reflects from his very secure position - his secure, inescapable, sixteen-foot-off-the-ground position, clasped in the iron telekenetic grip of an extremely pissed off demon. Seemingly floating, Aya is - sort of - on his back, floating in mid air, black hair half-unfurled out of the tight ponytail it was in when this altercation began. A minute ago he had to cough and hack up a mouthful of blood and spit to prevent himself from choking on it, the remnants of which are still clinging aesthetically to the side of his face, but he's satisfied enough to know the blood came from the lacerated insides of his mouth and not internal bleeding. He primary and secondary firearms are missing in action (and would need reloading anyway) and in his current state of secureness he can't reach the backup pistol in his boot. His katana is somewhere on the cement floor, many feet below him.
The more he considers the situation, the more he is aware of two things: one, that he is in a position where he cannot cut off the demon's power without letting himself fall and two, if he falls, he is potentially high enough to cause himself serious injury. He doesn't recall the room being any higher than twenty feet, but as he can't see below him and can't turn his head to gauge how far up he is, he can't be sure. Thing two is rapidly becoming a less vital concern, however, as falling and possibly breaking a leg is a better option than permitting a demon to literally crush him in mid-air.
« Make yourself useful, you fuck. »
Well. It's not like he's using his shields right now anyway. Might as well see if his esteemed partner has fucked off or not yet.
