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mayfield_logs2012-02-01 10:13 pm
cullionfish) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-02-01 10:13 pm
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Psii-napped
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."
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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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!!"
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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."
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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?"
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"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.
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"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?"
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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."
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"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.