Psii-napped

[cullionfish]

Who: Condesce, Psiioniic, Giles
When: Backdated to the morning of the 31st
Where: 724 Anderson Lane
What: Condesce just saved Psiioniic from a potential death by uncontrolled psychic aura and he's not all that grateful.
Warnings: Violence.

The only good thing that had come out of that encounter with Signless was that he had weakened Psiioniic enough to make the travel back to Anderson Lane a little less arduous than Condesce was prepared for. Still, she had done her best to make haste with the load she carried while simultaneously trying to make sure he didn't pointlessly jump out of her arms.

Needless to say, she had to give him a few blows to the head to calm him down along the journey. But now, at least, she could keep him locked in an enclosed space.

The Empress ducked through the front door, which she found twice as difficult with a human male slung over her shoulder. She made sure to shut and lock it before depositing him rather unceremoniously on the ground.

"You're welcome."

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[polariity]

In all honesty, the repeated blows to the head weren't all that necessary. The... horrible pain that had come from just being around Signless was more than enough to revert him to having all the strength of a newly born purrbeast. Not that such a thing had indeed stopped him from repeatedly trying to scramble out of Condesce's grasp. With all the blood leaking from him- from his eyes, his ears, his mouth, nose, fingernails, throat- he's left a smear of red along her shoulder and arms.

More satisfaction would be felt if not for the rest of the situation.

There's a wet thump as Psiioniic falls to the ground, and he gives an equally wet cough which sends red spittle all along the floor. Weakly, he digs his fingers against the ground and tries to helplessly pull himself away, but his entire body still hurts. His eyes are wild and bloodshot, and his entire face is smeared with red.

"Ffffuck you," he gargles, the taste of copper heavy in his mouth. "I... should have died, wanted to die, not yours, hate you!"

[cullionfish]

Condesce obviously isn't too interested in what he has to say. The huge smear on her arm is noted with disgust, but she has far more important things to tend to. She leaves him for a moment to duck down the hall in order to retrieve a few first-aid supplies.

"You have two choices," she calls from down the hall. "And you should be grateful that I'm even considering giving you the option. You may address your own wounds, or I will address them for you."

When she returns, she deposits the supplies on the ground -- some antiseptic, bandages, and various other tubes of ointment she hasn't bothered to read just yet. She'll go through it after Psiioniic admits that he can't take care of himself.

Once she's done that, she gives another glance of disgust to her coated right side and makes a noise of displeasure.

[polariity]

The day Psiioniic admits he needs help from Condesce is the day Helmsman technology breaks him.

By the time Condesce returns, Psiioniic has curled up against a wall, trying to gather the strength to make a run for it. A harsh shudder goes through his frame as she makes a reapperance- too damn late like always, why is he such a failure- and he gives a weak hiss at the supplies. Another pathetic 'fuck you' and he curls up into himself.

"Don't touch me- don't ever touch me, not your fuckin' property. My life ith hith." He's perhaps just a tad incoherent and begins to fumble his way along the wall, trying to get away. "I wanted to die."

[cullionfish]

The Empress rolls her eyes and walks over to him, seeking to scoop him up off the floor by the collar of his shirt. She knows he can't stand without help, so she rests his weight on his legs, just enough so he isn't choking with her hold.

"You're wasting your time and energy," she informs him, eyes narrowing. "And if you're not going to do it, then I will."

She holds him in one spot firmly. "Make your choice."

[polariity]

Oh. Oh fuck that makes him dizzy, sudden movement and blood loss doing quite a small number. For a moment, Psiioniic's head lolls a bit, his eyes going out of focus and a strangled groan leaving his face. Blood-slick fingers grasp helplessly at her wrist.

"Get away from me," he mutters again, and bares his teeth. "Get the hell away from me." And then he makes yet another glorious life decision and spits a glob of bloody spit in her face.

No, he hasn't learned this time either.

[cullionfish]

All he gets as a reward is a very hard thrust into the wall, followed by a very nasty growl. In truth, she would have rather left him bleeding after that, but considering he was on the verge of bleeding out to death...it simply wasn't worth it.

So Psiioniic gets dragged rather unceremoniously toward the bedroom (as she'd like to keep the general living space free of blood to avoid questions from the visiting neighbors) and dropped at the foot of it roughly.

Again, she's really not worried about him leaving thanks to his state of being, so she'll wander back out to retrieve the supplies she had left on the floor. Unfortunately, it won't be the first thing she attends to when she enters the room. In addition to the medical supplies, she returns with the phone cord, which she will promptly be using to secure his hands to the bed posts.

"We'll do this my way, then."

[polariity]

Oh hell no.

Ever the determinator, Psii is still attempting to crawl off when she returns. Once he sees the additional object in her hands, he only tries to crawl away faster, nearly making it to his feet before she snags him again. Wildly, he begins to kick his legs out at her and helplessly attempt to pull his hands away.

"Like hell we will!" he snaps, adrenaline helping in ignoring the pain laced all throughout his body, although it's just aggravating his wounds even further. "Get the hell away from me, hag!"

[cullionfish]

"Impertinent little--" the tyrian growls, holding his wrists still as she wraps the cord. However, all the kicking and squirming makes it extremely difficult to secure the knots. Condesce moves her weight over the lowblood and locks her knees firmly in place to keep him from kicking.

"Stop your incessant squirming," Condesce barks again, pushing all of her weight on both his legs and her wrists until she finishes off the final knot. Thankfully, she didn't have to cut it -- the last thing she needed today was Giles complaining about the phone.

She doesn't lift herself off, however, instead grabbing at his chin to force him to look at her.

"Now. I'm positively flattered that you are so focused on trying to upset me, but you ought to leave the melodrama on the street where it spawned. Your death would have hurt many others before it would have hurt me in the slightest."

[polariity]

Bad touch BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH.

Psiioniic makes a strangled little noise of anger and panic as she bears down on him, but doesn't stop wiggling. It's only when her nails are pressing against his chin does he freeze, breathing hard and eyes wide.

"I don't care about you," he rasps, bristling. "He needed me, hag. You didn't have a thingle damn right to jutht waltz in and take me!"

[cullionfish]

"Idiot. Short-sighted, blind, impossible ignoramus. He was radiating the very same psychic frequency that would have decimated all of Alternia if I willed it so," Condesce snapped, nails digging into flesh. "A moment longer and he would have murdered you right then and there! You're lucky I happened to be there at all. So unless you're going to tell me that he would have enjoyed brutally murdering you in his attempts to console and sooth your pathetic cries of pain, I suggest you hold your tongue."

The Empress reached up to rip the bandage off his neck with her free hand, where she knew the wound had reopened and wrinkled her nose. Not long after, it was replaced with a fresh one, soaked in antiseptic and pressed without any sense of gentility.

If he was going to be difficult, then she wasn't going to waste her time fixing his pathetic self up either.

[watchher]

This is, naturally, the exact moment Giles chooses to arrive home.

The front door opens and shuts, the sound likely lost in their struggling, along with his soft footsteps in the hall. He's able to hear voices even from the living room, and follows the noise, surprised and intrigued if not yet alarmed. He stops short in the doorway.

It's quite a sight that greets him; blood everywhere, a man tied to the bed, his own wife on top of him. Psiioniic is so smeared with red and obscured by hair that he's all but unrecognizable, and Giles takes in little but the phone cord restraints and Condesce's hands on his neck.

He stares.

"... ah."

[polariity]

"Fuck you!"

That is his choice response, because the Psiioniic would sooner shoot himself dead on the spot than accept the Condesce's words. It doesn't matter if they're true, if they make sense. This is the one individual responsible for sweeps of suffering, the individual psychically connected to a horrorterror, the individual who kills his best friend, banishes the others, and forces him to be a machine in the future. If he listens to her for even a second, as far as he's concerned, she's already won.

There's a hiss as the bandages are replaced briskly, and he's so preoccupied with still wiggling that he hardly notices the figure standing in the doorway. When he does, Psii is quick to use his voice, which escalates quickly.

"Rupert get her THE HELL OFF OF ME!!"

[cullionfish]

She's not interested in his acceptance of the truth right this very moment. The Empress is perfectly aware that she is correct in this case and, regardless of whether or not he will admit it, she's fairly certain that he knows it too.

Condesce's attention is only grabbed when Psiioniic mentions who it is. She takes the moment to replace her hand on his neck with a piece of medical tape to hold it in place before glancing over her shoulder a bit grimly.

"For once, I can't say I'm altogether unhappy to see you," she replies dryly. "Come here and assist, before I revise my decision and silence him myself to get this done."

[watchher]

"Good lord--"

Jolted out of his shock, Giles starts forward automatically, not knowing what he plans to do other than somehow keep further harm from coming to the Psiioniic. The impossible amount of red on their clothes registers more firmly as Psii's blood, a set quantity of lost blood, and in his line of work Giles knows exactly how much a man can lose and how long it takes to lose it.

He goes instantly to the man's side, but then shies back a step, horrified gaze fixed on the Condesce.

"What did you do to him?"

[polariity]

There are a great many places Psiioniic would like Condesce not to be, one of which tops his list being "on the same planet as him". Coming in at a close second is "near his throat". So it's a mixed blessing when it leaves his neck, leaving him plenty free to continue yelling- well, raising his voice, he never knew a bloody throat would make talking so painful to do.

"Kidnapped me, thmacked me upthide the head repeatedly, threw me on the ground, thlammed me into the wall and, to thummarize, ith being a HUGE BITCH!!"

Helplessly, he tugs once again at his bonds. Would breaking his wrists and using his own wet blood to slip out of the cables be worth it? Then he remembers a genocidal, evil empress is sitting on his lap and decides that's the most tame thing he would do to get out of this situation.

[cullionfish]

Again, the seadweller rolled her eyes and moved to cover his mouth to shut him the fuck up. She's fully expecting a bite, but he was still human, so she's not entirely worried about a bloody hand.

"His little null-blooded friend was operated on," she adds, even more dryly than before. "Every movement he makes pulses a psychic wave powerful enough to kill anyone on the lowblooded end of the hemospectrum." She points at Giles, voice beginning to crescendo with impatience. "That includes you, or any other human for that matter, hence his condition. He's already tried once to use it to kill himself. Now, are you going to continue to stand their uselessly gaping, or are you going to help me?"

[watchher]

"I am certainly going to help him."

Still, her words clearly have an impact on him; Giles looks legitimately startled before suspicion kicks in. She's had little reason to lie thus far, but-- well, he knows nothing at all about this situation, and doesn't feel particularly inclined to trust her side of the story alone. He goes to take the Condesce's place regardless, kneeling at Psii's side to examine the neck wound.

"You can let go of him, I will do it. Psionic-- stop, stop moving, you'll only make it worse."

[polariity]

"Oh, I'm making it worthe!" Unfortunately, Giles has found Psiioniic in quite the unfortunate temperament. The Condesce is still on him, he is still away from his best friend who is suffering greatly, and he is still tied to the goddamn bed. This is not a good day, and he intends to tell anyone who will listen.

"How am I making it worthe when the only thing I've tried to do ith thtay away from her!" Another helpless kick of his legs. "GET OFF OF ME!"

Even with the squirming, however, should Giles choose to really inspect the wound on the Psiioniic's neck, he'll see that it was previously closed, but has somehow seemed to have reopened. It's shallow, really, and obviously from a blade of some sort. Miraculously, no major veins have been sliced through. Any other blood is coming from his ears, or maybe his eyes, but those have since stopped and are just dried streaks along his skin.