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thecapitol2014-12-29 05:12 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thecapitol2014-12-29 05:12 pm
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[Closed] Take a moment
Who| Jet and Albert
What| Albert is Jet's Christmas present
Where| District 3/Albert's room
When| A few days after Albert dies in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Nothing for now except schmoopy old cyborgs
Jet really didn't remember much about this last death, a first considering all the other ones he'd had. One second he was happily in Felicity and Albert's company and the next, he'd felt a presence followed by a sharp pain and then he was back in the capitol with his less than stellar new cybernetics. They could have at least just given him his body back, but apparently they were serious about giving them these 'upgrades.' It wasn't until he went back to watch the footage that he found out it was Black Tom. It'd be a lie if he said he didn't take some enjoyment out of watching Fee and Al seek at least some vengeance.
He kept himself busy doing his training, practicing whatever skills sounded good and occasionally settling down to actually watch the arena rather than stealing glances or watching the 'highlights' later. Besides, keeping an eye on things told him whose door to wait outside so he could take care of them if they needed it; that was one good thing about dying before your friends.
Thankfully, this time, Albert's death wasn't gut-wrenching to watch, it hurt like it always did, but it had seemed to be nearly as quick as his own which was a blessing in it's own way. Jet stayed in their room until the avoxes ushered him out to return Albert's body, leaving the blond stretched out on the couch in the commons to wait for his husband to wake up, a large green Christmas bow sitting on the table beside him; a leftover decoration from the holidays he'd only sort of enjoyed with no one around to celebrate with.
What| Albert is Jet's Christmas present
Where| District 3/Albert's room
When| A few days after Albert dies in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Nothing for now except schmoopy old cyborgs
Jet really didn't remember much about this last death, a first considering all the other ones he'd had. One second he was happily in Felicity and Albert's company and the next, he'd felt a presence followed by a sharp pain and then he was back in the capitol with his less than stellar new cybernetics. They could have at least just given him his body back, but apparently they were serious about giving them these 'upgrades.' It wasn't until he went back to watch the footage that he found out it was Black Tom. It'd be a lie if he said he didn't take some enjoyment out of watching Fee and Al seek at least some vengeance.
He kept himself busy doing his training, practicing whatever skills sounded good and occasionally settling down to actually watch the arena rather than stealing glances or watching the 'highlights' later. Besides, keeping an eye on things told him whose door to wait outside so he could take care of them if they needed it; that was one good thing about dying before your friends.
Thankfully, this time, Albert's death wasn't gut-wrenching to watch, it hurt like it always did, but it had seemed to be nearly as quick as his own which was a blessing in it's own way. Jet stayed in their room until the avoxes ushered him out to return Albert's body, leaving the blond stretched out on the couch in the commons to wait for his husband to wake up, a large green Christmas bow sitting on the table beside him; a leftover decoration from the holidays he'd only sort of enjoyed with no one around to celebrate with.