(Borrowing characters shamelessly. My apologies.)
The rapid-fire Spanish that echoed out of the Legendary base infirmary was angry, nigh incomprehensible, and uttered by a familiar masculine voice. It was
punctuated by grunts of pain and the occasional metallic "clunk" of something being tossed into a bucket. It was also loud. Terrence could hear it
from down the hall; in fact, it was the first thing he heard as the teleporter spun down. Walking towards the sound, he found Evangelia outside the infirmary,
brows furrowed in concentration. "Hey, Eva, what's going on? Is that Numero?"
The leader of the Legendary nodded. "He teleported in a little while ago, muttering in Spanish. He limped down to the infirmary, and he's been getting
louder and louder ever since."
"What's he saying?"
"I'm not sure. I took a semester of Spanish last fall, but Numero's accent isn't what I'm used to. I think I'm getting one word in
five. There! He just said something about ... daughters of ... something. I don't know."
Terrence listened for a minute. The Spanish was rushed, words flowing one into the other, with pauses only when there was a grunt of pain or an inhalation of
breath. "He sounds angry." Then, with realization dawning, "I know that word. I heard it in a movie. He's cursing."
"But ... Numero Catorce never uses profanity. He makes a point of it."
"He does, Evangelia," said Bella Fuego, coming around the corner with one of the mop buckets from the cleaning closet, filled with something.
"He tries to set an example worthy of his legacy. But he ran into the Knives of Artemis tonight."
"Ah," said Terrence. "Caltrops?"
There was a shout of pain, followed by a exclamation much louder than previous and the sound of something being thrown at the wall with great force. Bella
solemnly nodded. "Caltrops. Perdoname, mis amigos. You may wish to hold
your ears." She stepped into the infirmary. "Numero, I have the bucket of Bactine."
There followed the sound of a foot being placed in a bucket of antiseptic, and then a truly colossal scream.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."
The rapid-fire Spanish that echoed out of the Legendary base infirmary was angry, nigh incomprehensible, and uttered by a familiar masculine voice. It was
punctuated by grunts of pain and the occasional metallic "clunk" of something being tossed into a bucket. It was also loud. Terrence could hear it
from down the hall; in fact, it was the first thing he heard as the teleporter spun down. Walking towards the sound, he found Evangelia outside the infirmary,
brows furrowed in concentration. "Hey, Eva, what's going on? Is that Numero?"
The leader of the Legendary nodded. "He teleported in a little while ago, muttering in Spanish. He limped down to the infirmary, and he's been getting
louder and louder ever since."
"What's he saying?"
"I'm not sure. I took a semester of Spanish last fall, but Numero's accent isn't what I'm used to. I think I'm getting one word in
five. There! He just said something about ... daughters of ... something. I don't know."
Terrence listened for a minute. The Spanish was rushed, words flowing one into the other, with pauses only when there was a grunt of pain or an inhalation of
breath. "He sounds angry." Then, with realization dawning, "I know that word. I heard it in a movie. He's cursing."
"But ... Numero Catorce never uses profanity. He makes a point of it."
"He does, Evangelia," said Bella Fuego, coming around the corner with one of the mop buckets from the cleaning closet, filled with something.
"He tries to set an example worthy of his legacy. But he ran into the Knives of Artemis tonight."
"Ah," said Terrence. "Caltrops?"
There was a shout of pain, followed by a exclamation much louder than previous and the sound of something being thrown at the wall with great force. Bella
solemnly nodded. "Caltrops. Perdoname, mis amigos. You may wish to hold
your ears." She stepped into the infirmary. "Numero, I have the bucket of Bactine."
There followed the sound of a foot being placed in a bucket of antiseptic, and then a truly colossal scream.
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com
"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."