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[smugreport]

[ Rhys is already an irritable guy, and of he isn't getting a good nights sleep and his basic creature comforts he's even quicker to be a snippy asshole. He must be at a breaking point or something, cause he's really Feeling It Mr. Krabs this week.

The video clicks on, camera focusing on Rhys's face, behind him the sleeping pods from the dorm that he hasn't been lucky enough to escape for the month. ]

So hey, I've been really, really patient with this whole situation. Waaaay more reasonable than anyone deserves, but I think it's about time I put this out there:

Lack of privacy? Of fresh air- real or simulated? Of access to the infirmary, gym, or spa if there even is one on this ship- It's an infringement on human rights.

That's right, I'm suing! And all of you should too. Who's with me?

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[rank1]

Fuckhead!

[And then there's the muffled sound of one Travis Touchdown doing some completely unnecessary wrestling move. Who knows what one, because it's off-screen, but it's potentially very painful, because it involves an elbow to the face.]

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[ oh my GOD why! Why is it always the face?

Travis's elbow collides with Rhys's Precious face and he lets out a yell, quickly muffling it as he clasp his organic hand over his now bleeding (oh god...) nose, simultaneously trying to push Travis off and away with his organic one. ]

What the fuck!! What the fuck is wrong with you!?

video > action (lmk if this is okay????)

[counterstep]

( both communicators are snatched up from where they lie, cameras carefully angled away from whoever picks them up before being directed toward each other, black shadow claiming both before the feeds are cut. bucky crushes them both in his hands to keep anyone from playing witness further, letting the crumbs fall away from his hands as he stalks over and grabs travis but the collar and rips him away from rhys. he'd rushed to the dorms as soon as he realized it was getting out of hand. thankfully, the shouting alerts him to the specific unit. ​)

Hey! Back the fuck off! ( dragging his arm back, he tries to throw travis off balance toward the other side of the room. )

lmao hi....hopefully this makes sense

[omniavincit]

[ William clambers out of his bunk, swinging his legs to the ladder and leaping from there to the floor. He lands more or less steadily, his knees bent. He's barefoot, middle-aged, and lanky—and his gun is in his bunk. He rushes over to Rhys, attempting to pull him back from whoever the fuck this guy is. ] It's me, it's me. [ He says at Rhys' ear, his voice sounding overloud. He half-shoves, half-gentles Rhys behind him, trying to cut in between him and his attacker—but by that time someone else has intervened. ]

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[ There's a moment in the scuffle where Rhys doesn't know what's going on, people are being pushed and pulled as sweet intervention finally saves his ass. 'Too little too late in his opinion' he thinks as he gets his bearings and scrambles to his feet, only using William to steady himself briefly before pulling away and shooting him an accusatory look. ]

You couldn't have done something before I got attacked?!

[ Said muffled as his hand is still up against his nose, trying (and failing) to stem the blood flow. ]

[rank1]

[Travis Touchdown is not very fuckin' pleased right this minute, but when he's thrown back, he snaps to focus the second he's caught his balance against the pods. He sizes Bucky up. What's this guy good at? Who can say, but he's got balls if he's willing to come in hot like this. William and Rhys may as well not exist in this moment. Travis only has eyes for a good fight.

Travis shifts into a position for a real fight, stance wide, shoulders strong. He may not have a beam katana, but a brawl hits a sweet spot, too.

He lifts his chin, gives a little jerk of a nod.]

Your turn, asshole.

[Fists up.]

[counterstep]

( it's a quick action, whipping out his own communicator and sending claire an audio reply, but his eyes are on travis the whole time as he steps away from rhys, knowing he's now been secured by someone else.

the gloves are on, his vibranium left arm covered by his jacket as well, masking any abnormality. normally he might try and defuse the situation, but travis already challenged him on the public post blindly. this sort of attitude will be trouble if it isn't reigned in. his stance widens, but he doesn't bother throwing up his fists, doesn't need to with the serum improving his reflexes. )

Don't get mad when your ass is handed to you.

[rank1]

You have no idea what you're up against.

[Wouldn't be the first time, but Travis has to admit, it does sting. He been out of the game that long, that he no longer has random mooks and important people alike pausing after meeting his eye?

But he's never doubted his skills. Never needed a warm-up or a comeback or any of that shit, he just strikes again whenever he damn well pleases.

Travis rushes Bucky to grapple. He'll flip him, if he can. Pile-drive him into the ground.]

[counterstep]

( bucky doesn't bother answering, knowing and understanding the sentiment too, in his own way. but that will never change, not unless he parades about with his metal arm in plain view, but he has no intention of doing so today.

standing forward against the balls of his feet, he counters the grapple with the force of his own weight, 250 pounds more than sufficient from the looks of the guy's build. throwing his right leg across past his left while using travis' rush to keep his balance, he swipes back with his heel, hooking against travis' angle with the intent to thrown him to the ground. )

[rank1]

[The leg sweep. Fucking classic. The moment Travis feels himself locked in, he knows what’s about to happen, and he leans in hard to the side. Just like his Master taught him, as good as reflex: your opponent moves, you’ve got him on one foot. You throw your weight into that. Hard.

Whether a shove doesn’t anything, though—]

[counterstep]

( while he hadn't anticipated a return throw, he did prepare for the possibility, weight still on the front of his left foot. the fact travis throws himself hard against bucky's right leg even helps, the force helping him build the momentum needed to twist himself around and pivot back wholly to safety.

whoever this guy is outside of the peregrine, he's good. strong tactics, smart moves. bucky doesn't want to have to use strength directly, but it may be one of those times. fists raised as he comes back around to leverage his balance, he immediately goes in for a one-two punch. )

[rank1]

[Travis gets bearings easily enough to duck the first, but the second feels like it'd be a crapshoot even if he dodged it. His block feels like he could fold like a lawn chair even if he. Fuck, there's a lot of power there.

He takes it to the face, naturally. Later on, his cheekbone will hurt like a bitch. For now, the burst of pain and jerk to his neck feels like reason to go harder. The moment he's recovered, he's back for more, swinging again. Relentless. Nobody ever respected a man who gave up quick.]

Fuckhead!

[counterstep]

( he doesn't bother with a response, more intent on subduing travis and cuffing him than letting him continue his rampage. while he doesn't need one, bucky does find himself missing the advantage of having a combat knife.

with his control centered, most blows are deflected, others dodged. growing up brawling with steve has its benefit here, and when he sees the opening he goes in for a sharp liver shot — it's with his left, being the side he must strike with, but he holds back as much strength as he can so as not to damage the organ from the impact of metal. if it lands, the guy might need a hefty breather before he can jump back up and swing some more, which is more than enough time to pin and cuff him. )

[rank1]

[Yeah, that one's going to need a breather. Travis staggers away from the blow, knowing he's open, and well, that won't fucking do. Despite having the breath knocked out of him, Travis pushes through the pain, attempting to straighten up. Fists up, but forget it, he can't swing. Everything is pain!

But what pisses him off in this moment is that this guy probably isn't going to kill him. He's going to lose like a bitch and then have to think about it for the rest of his life. God, he never should have moved into the woods. Never should have quit.]

Holy... shit...

[counterstep]

( he doesn't particularly take pride in the act, the success of it, but he whips out his cuffs and snaps it to one of travis' wrists. )

You'd do yourself a service to not struggle. You wanna fight, fine, but this isn't the way.

( tugging by the wrist, he reaches around to grab the other arm, cuffing both wrists together behind travis' back. )

gonna split off here...yell at me if I shouldn't

[omniavincit]

[ He shuffles Rhys away from the incipient brawl, motions to him to take a seat on one of the lower bunks. ] You fucking picked a fight. [ He says, with the peculiar calm that comes as an adrenaline rush subsides. He looks the other man up and down, focusing on the blood but observing his posture, the lay of his limbs. ] That's what that whole post was about.

You think it's broken? [ There's an edge to his voice, concerned. ] Anything else hurt?

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Me?!I made a Statement to whoever's running this place, not an open call for maniacs to attack me.

[ Slowly, in an attempt to not get more blood on his shirt (uuuhg his shirt) moves his hand upwards to gingerly touch the bridge of his nose, wincing at just the brush of his own fingers. ]

Probably- Hey asshole!

[ Spoken loudly over Williams shoulder, directed at Travis ]

You better hope these stains come out!

[omniavincit]

Okay, okay. [ He puts a hand on Rhys' shoulder—not gripping it, but steady enough to shove him back down if he tries to get to his feet. ] Lean forward. Stop touching it. Don't provoke the guy who broke it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[You guys, she was just trying to enjoy her time and socialize and now here she is prepared to treat a possibly broken nose. And worse, when she arrives? William is there. Claire clearly pauses upon seeing him, but that's a good amount of blood on Rhys and also what the fuck is going on between Rhys II and James but okay. Rhys I, she can help.]

Rhys. [William. He just gets a nod.] Let me see your face.

[Leaning forward is ideal, so Claire crouches to see how bad the damage is.]

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[ No! He's ready to throw hands (not really) over his shirt! He only has a few in this place and now one less to rotate with his outfits.

He shrugs off William's hand, pissed, but does as he's told and leans forward to bleed directly onto the floor. ]

Just...get me a few icepacks. Shit.

[omniavincit]

Do you have medical training or do you just go wherever he goes? [ He asks Claire, mild as milk, with a quick nod to the fracas on the other side of the room.

He gets out of the way, though—darts across the room and climbs into one of the top bunks, emerging in short order with his energy pistol. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire is less mild when she shoots William a Look.]

I'm a doctor. [How does that sound like "fuck you" without actually being the words...?]

Here. Hold this there. [To Rhys, as she puts a pristine cloth from the infirmary under his nose to catch all that blood. Gross.] I'll get you ice in the infirmary. Come on. No need to be in here right now.

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[ Rhys takes the cloth, pressing it just under his nostrils to catch the blood without touching anything. The swellings begun, turning his nose and undereye area a blotchy red.

He'll shoot William one last betrayed glare before following after Claire. ]

It's all on record right? I didn't start that.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[If he allows it, she'll put a hand on his arm to steer him along.]

No. That one is...

[MMMMMMMMm]

Aggressive. Maybe William should see to it that you're not left in the dormitory with him.

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[ He lets her guide him, wanting to be comforted in this moment of hardship the big baby. ]

No kidding...This wouldn't have happened on the other ship y'know? I had protection there. I thought that was a wardens job here but jokes on me I guess.

[ Bitter. ]