spohkh | Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]

[Spock opened his eyes and held in the groan at the familiar sight of Luceti's forest. It took a moment for the Vulcan to organize his thoughts and realize what had happened...

Ah yes... He had been kidnapped once again.

Spock sat up, wary of the lingering effects from his visit with the Malnosso... and looked around for his Journal. Predictably it was laying innocently by his side... illogically he had hoped that it might have been lost. No matter.
Spock reached for it and stopped... realizing that something was wrong with his hand. It was... frozen. His long fingers stuck together, hand in the shape of a loose fist and refusing to move. The Vulcan's eyes widened in surprise as he checked his other hand, finding the exact same thing. What was he going to do? He could barely pick up the journal let alone use it properly.

The Vulcan fumbled with the journal, finally getting it to flop open on in his lap... ]

Greetings. I have been returned from my... visit... with the Malnosso. I require assistance. Is anyone there?

[Action]: Spock can be found in the woods without the use of his hands. He's going to need a lot of help, and Spock's not going to like it.
You can also catch him walking towards his place with his journal held awkwardly between his fists. Approach him if you dare.]

[OOC: When I originally went on Hiatus, I said that Spock was going to be on autopilot, however, I've needed to be away longer than originally planned. It was advised to me that I have Spock mallynapped to excuse him from not knowing everything that's gone down. Apparently I've missed wings... this upsets me greatly. XD]

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[Beast has been feeling troubled in the last week. He's only just returned from a... painfully realistic time with the Malnosso himself and has been trying to deal with his own thoughts on it, along with the discussion he had with Aang shortly after his return. So soon he finds himself in the village plaza, uncertain of where he wants to go.

At this time, he often went to the library, but the thought of it now suddenly makes him a sackful of nerves. Not yet. Not yet... so he turns in the opposite direction to try and ease that from his mind for now.

And then he sees Spock. Why is he holding his journal like that? Nonetheless, he hasn't seen him in a long while. ... Maybe it's because...]

Uh, he-... Spock?

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[Spock looks over at Beast, making certain that the journal does not fall from its precarious position between his fists.]

Greetings Mister Beast. May I inquire as to your wellbeing?

[Always the gentle Vulcan... and in all honesty, he's quite glad to see Beast.]

I... am... [A brief glance towards the library and back.] a-alright.

[He gazes down at that journal Spock's trying to hold again.] Do... do you, uh, n-need help?

[Spock hesitates for a moment...]

Assistance would be most appreciated. The Malnosso deemed it necessary to leave me without the use of my hands and rendered them immobile. This makes simple activities such as carrying something rather tedious...

Would you be amenable to carrying my journal for me? I will not even be able to open the door to my house without assistance.
[Spock hoped Beast would help.]

Oh. [His guesses were right - he thought this had something to do with the Malnosso.] ... I am sorry.

[He moves closer to gingerly remove the journal from Spock's clut-er, gri-no... care! and then moves to his side. Where did he live again...?]

[Spock starts to walk in the direction of his home, saving Beast the confusion of trying to find it.
The Vulcan inclines his head when Beast takes the journal....]

It seems that once again you have, as they say, 'come to the rescue'. It is my hope that kidnapping me does not become a habit of the Malnosso.

["Come to the rescue." That's like what Obi-Wan said to him when they first got to know each other... that was a long time ago... so long before he...

No, we already had The Mourning of Obi-Wan.

He follows Spock's lead, tucking the journal under his arm.]

Me... too.

[Spock always knew that Beast was a being of few words... even to the point where Spock sometimes misunderstood what he was implying.
Still, Beast had a comforting presence... and he was pleased that he was the one that found him.

However...he could tell that Beast was sad about something.]

Beast... I have an inquiry. I have reason to believe that you are...sad...about something. Is this correct?

Wh-what? Oh. Well... n-no. Uh. Only a-a little.

[...]

... J-Just, was... thinking of... Obi-Wan.

[An awkward glance towards Spock - he remembers that dramatic moment he had about Obi-Wan those months ago.]

[Spock would have blushed at that memory if he was any less Vulcan... alas, such was not the case. Instead, he inclined his head.]

Indeed... it is rather...
...upsetting that he left us so soon. It would not have been remiss to have been able to say good bye.

[Spock assess beast for a moment...]

You were close to him, yes?

[A muted nod comes from him in response to both statements. There are many friends who have left here who he wishes he could've said goodbye to, but Obi-Wan is one of the special few who makes him feel this remorse the most.]

He was a... d... dear friend o-of mine.

But we must be glad for him, as he has been returned to where he belongs.

[Spock would have patted Beast on the arm if he was more human, but as it was he merely stood there... stiff as usual.]

We will remember him, to honour him.

Yes... but I... don't think where he belongs is going to be... pleasant. [He'd seen the movies. Obi-Wan would be going back to a world run by darkness... led by his old friend. He cannot even imagine how awful such an experience would be.]

I could never forget him.

Such is the case with many who reside in Luceti. The fate of many lies waiting for them when they return... which causes anxiety and fear in many people.
From what I knew of him, Obi-wan was not afraid. He will be fine, I am certain of it.

[Spock hoped that would give Beast a bit of peace.]

[He sighs deeply at Spock's words, and manages to muster a nod. He will be fine... even if it won't be for a very, very long time.

Then again, he was alive even when he was killed... but that part of it confuses him a little too much. Enough of Obi-Wan. He won't be coming back.]

Will, w-will you be alright, at your...?

My...what?

I do not know what you are trying to say.
[Uh-oh, here we go again.]

I-I mean, at, y-your, uh... place. [Sorry, Spock he forgot a word.]

[Spock seems to have forgotten why Beast is there... and he blinks disdainfully at his hands...]

I will survive.
However, it is the simple actions that I am not looking forward to.

[Spock moves almost nervously.]
I will not keep you. Good day to you.

Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]

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[Action] Back with more late fail /shot

No worries M'dear~

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