paradisalogs | Blind Spot

Who: Larry Foulke & Anyone
What: Waking up from a post-Bludger head injury
When: Tuesday night
Where: Hospital Wing
Rating: PG

That sure as hell wasn't the way this was supposed to go.

The last he remembered, he was tailing after that one damn Beater on the Hufflepuff team. Pixy knew very well that guy was going to be a threat, and if he took him out early on in the game, the rest of the match would have been a breeze.

Maybe he should have left the kid alone to take out the rest of his own teammates.

Pixy was concentrating on staying on the Beater's six that he had a moment of human error in forgetting to keep an eye out on his surroundings. And without the various warnings like that an aircraft would have given him for an oncoming missile that would have allowed him to evade with ease, well... it was needless to say that Pixy was blindsided with the second Bludger that was flying around that he happened to forget about. It threw him off his broom entirely, and anything beyond that was a blur.

Talk about taking a hit to his pride as a pilot.

He winced and let out a quiet groan as he slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few moments to realize he was in a bed- in the Hospital WIng, if he had to take a guess.

--Bloody hell, he was really taken out of the game?!

The idea of sitting up crossed his mind, but he decided to stay where he was for the time being. With the dizziness he felt and the way his head was pounding, getting up was the last thing he wanted to try. Instead he took a glance around the room, noting the red and white broomstick propped against the wall next to him, though perhaps there was someone there with him.

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Ben is a lot of things: clumsy, awkward, a walking disaster zone, but mean is not one of them. The kid has a good heart, and he never intentionally wants to hurt anyone. It just...happens. Maybe he's cursed.

He eventually tracks down the poor guy who took a bludger to the head, carrying a basket of what he assumes is candy,none of it is familiar to him, but he's not sure if that's because it's British or MAGIC, it could be either way, really. He'll wander over, placing the basket on the bedside table.

"Hey. How's your head?"

His eyes locked onto the approaching kid and couldn't help but get a small feeling of dread. Great, it was him. The one Pixy was chasing down when he got blind-sided.

He glances briefly to the basket before looking back to Ben, slowly sitting himself up with a hand on his forehead.

"I've been through worse, this is nothing."

It sure hurt like hell though.

"I'm surprised to see someone from your team here." He gave a weak smirk, "Not here to chuck another one of those things at me to put me out entirely, are you?"

Ben winces, rubbing the back of his neck. Well, he expected some hostility, but at least the guy hadn't tried to punch or kill him yet, so it's going better than most of his apologies.

"Well, for a start, I'm not even from this place- uh, have altered memories of it, I mean. I don't have that weird team spirit that a lot o folks have."

He waves vaguely at the basket of candy.

"And I wanted to say I was sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen."

Pixy carried some hostility with him, certainly, but showing it was rather pointless. Especially since Ben said he didn't have altered memories of the place, so earning a potential enemy at Paradisa was a stupid idea. And it's not like the kid was Cipher- losing that dogfight was worth the hostility, but a dumb game played on broomsticks? Well, even he's willing to cut Ben a little slack. Once his headache gone away later, though, it'd probably be a different story.

"So you're like me in so far as Paradisa just recruited you to play in this game. 'least I'm not the only one that wasn't so damn gung-ho about it."

He waved his hand carelessly,

"You're wastin' your breath on apologizing. You didn't even aim the thing at me. If that was your kill, you'd be taking credit for it."

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At least Ben's well used to hostility being thrown in his direction. He got it most of the time, back home, from one group member or another. It sure sucks to be at the bottom of the pecking order.

"Pretty much. This whole thing is...kinda nuts."

He frowns softly at Pixy's next comment, shrugging his shoulders.

"Still partly my fault, and you deserve an apology for that, at least."

"Y'know what's more nuts about the whole thing?" Pixy carelessly waved his hand again, "I'm not even supposed to be this age."

He leaned back against the headboard, placing his hand back on his head. Really, even he was amazed he was taking it as well as he was right now.

"Well, guess I can appreciate that. Probably the best show of sportmsmanship I've seen here." He shrugged, "Speaking of, given that you're here at all, I'm assumin' I was out for the whole game."

"Yeah, a lot of people are in that situation, it's pretty fucked up."

He's glad he's been able to hang onto his actual age. The thought of being older or younger doesn't sit well with him. Especially not older. Not after everything back home.

"Pretty much, yeah," he nods. "I was worried you were out for good."

"Yeah, tell me about it." He sighed, "Last thing I expected was to be made ten years younger."

Granted, by now, he should expect this sort of thing. He'd already been turned into a dog, and with everything else that Paradisa's thrown at them since he's been here... this should be normal by now. If anything, he could take comfort in the fact that it could be a whole lot worse than it is.

"It'll take a lot more than that to take me out for good, kid." Pixy laughed, "I've been through a whole lot worse even before I got here. A magic ball to the head won't be the thing to do me in."

Ben's still fresh enough to Paradisa that he hasn't experienced all that much insanity yet. He knows it's just a matter of time, really. He seems to relax a little at Pixy's comment, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.

"So long as you're sure, man."

"Don't bother yourself with it. No point in gettin' up in arms about something you didn't directly cause."

Really, he was kind of annoyed about it in a way, but brushing it off in this place was easier than giving Ben hell for something he didn't really... well, do. But if Ben were a fellow mercenary pilot, then Pixy likely would have given him all kinds of hell for it, if only in a joking way.

He'd take a quick glance over at the basket before plucking out a sugar quill- something that Pixy at least knew was safe.

"How'd that game end, anyway?"

Oh, but there was. Ben had become an expert in beating himself up over things that he never meant to cause. He shuffles a little, not exactly glad to bear the news.

"The team I'm on won. Hufflepuff, is it? I don't know. I guess we got lucky."

Pixy's expression fell, the quill hanging out of his mouth drooping. Really. They lost to a House that has a name like 'Hufflepuff'?

"Really."

Talk about a blow to his dignity as a pilot. ...although given what happened to him, he could easily blame the end result on the back-up beater.

"Yeah, luck was on your side all right." Pixy shrugged, "Lucky that I wasn't there. Otherwise the result would have been different."

Yeah. That was the sound of a cocky Belkan pilot.

"Guess I gotta put on a show for the other Slytherins later." He rolled his eyes, "Not like winning means anything given that we're gonna be back in that damn castle in a few days."

That cocky comment makes Ben raise an eyebrow. Odd, why should the guy even care if he's not given fake memories. Must be one of those competitive types.

"It shouldn't matter at all, really."

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