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Personal Log #2/Action Post - A Week After Amnesia Event

[Spock is sitting on his bed and he stares at the journal which is currently residing on the desk across from him.

Spock had woken up this morning and knew he was alone in the house....his Captain was gone. And he knew that he had been taken... and Spock could feel that Captain Kirk was in pain...wherever he was.
Spock wondered at the futility of putting out a community-wide announcement to see if anyone had further information on Kirk's whereabouts. Spock was also rather disinclined to leave his house considering the damage he had inflicted during the bout of amnesia... he had not left the house in approximately 3.6 days. What if he had met someone he had 'assaulted'?
Spock puts his head down at that thought...he can recall his father's lectures on privacy and using telepathy on psy-null beings...these offenses were a severe violation and punishable in Vulcan society. If his home-planet still existed he would be outcast! The crimes he committed! It only proved that as a Vulcan, he was.... a poor example.

Spock abruptly gets up and starts to pace through the room. His meditation lately has left much to be desired, though it did resolve a rather significant issue. The link that he had forc...established with Mister Lupin was familial in nature and fairly easy to control. Lupin would not have to be burdened with this as long as Spock was able to keep his shields in place.
But the meditation itself? The effects from the physical contact had left Spock at mental loose ends. The memories and emotional transference...well, it left him emotionally compromised, and the nature of the contact made it rather difficult to resolve.

Spock's pacing slowed as he considered the other encounters he had...he was a disgrace... the things that happened, the beings he took advantage of... and he will never be able to look at the couch the same again.

He put his head in his hands and sat back down on the bed...there had to be a logical resolution to this...perhaps he needed, as they say, a 'change in scenery'. He looks up and glares a little at the journal. His frustration levels begin to rise once more.
.....everything....everything about Spock has been 'unraveling' since landing in Luceti. He has not felt this exposed since he was emotionally compromised on the Enterprise...and he was ashamed then too. Spock abruptly stands once more and stalks towards the desk. In a fit of anger he slams both fists down on either side of the journal... unknowingly turning it on. The wood splinters cut into his hands, but he does not feel it. The frustration has built into a blinding rage and he manages to shout in Vulcan...]

Nam-tor nash-veh sasu t’ek’kayik sut!

[Then he picks up the bed-side bureau and throws it out the window making a fantastic display of shattered glass and the deafening silence that follows the explosion of sound....

Spock stands amid the mess and just breaths...]

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[Was that Arsene's voice? Interesting....where was it coming from...?
There was a part of Spock's mind that was telling him that he should be concerned, but he seemed to be experiencing some form of overload. For now he just concentrates on breathing....]

[Still silence.

Lupin took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. Spock had been abducted, and that wasn't a complication that he wanted to deal with right yet. He grabbed the book--and had to steady himself on the wall as his focus strayed from keeping tabs on his relative location as it concerned the floor beneath his feet.]

Stay where you're at if you're still there. I'm coming over. Now.

[He had to split his focus between locating Spock and avoiding obstacles as he tried to calculate the quickest path. Just...rely on instincts, like he always did. This would be fun.]

[Spock....blinks and moves his arms to inspect his hands....fascinating. But why did he keep hearing Arsene's voice?

Spock looks up at the window as if realizing for the first time that it was broken.....he was a danger.]

[It was the fragments he had picked up during their accidental sync that guided him off of the beaten path and right along the forest's edge. It was his first night back in town, his first night in his new apartment with Fujiko, and this had to come up. There was no chance at getting a break in Luceti; he was learning this the hard way. The October chill caught in his lungs had turned every breath into a cloud and the subtle flux in air pressure that warned of an impending front threatened to disorient him, but the sharp edge of his focus kept him moving.

Sleep would come later. This was more important.]

[Spock walked up to the window and idly ran one bloody finger along the sill... the environment here was not allowing him proper control and that meant he was a danger to the people around him.

But the environment should not have this dramatic effect on his psyche...he worked on a starship, the epitome of dealing with high-stress situations. Perhaps it was just, as they say, bad-luck. But that was highly illogical...

Spock hand balled into a fist...perhaps the mountains were not that bad of an idea after-all...

[He arrived at a reasonable clip, for a man that was only human, a habitual smoker, and dealing with the effects of the Death Penalty he acquired at the end of June. Chest heaving, he quickly made a visual scan to assess the damage. Shards of glass and the remnants of what looked like a nightstand littered the ground by one of the bedroom windows, but the door looked undamaged.

Curious.

There were no other signs of a struggle that he could see, but he whipped out his Walther without a second thought as he sidled up and pressed an ear against the front door. The possibility of there being a further threat within its walls was enough of a concern. As he was in that moment, he couldn't take any attacker.]

[On a normal day, Spock would usually be able to sense the presence of someone coming close....but his compromised state is not granting him that luxury at the moment.

Instead Spock finds himself sliding down the wall and coming to sit amidst the glass under the windowsill. He rests his arms on his knees and his head rests on the wall behind him and he closes his eyes.]

[The confirmed silence was enough.

He pushed himself away, wavering for a second before he found a brace against the door itself, and quietly steeled his mind for what was to come. While he had his lockpicks in their customary places (in his sleeves, under his lapels) his focus was too off for such delicate work. Force was necessary, and years of forced entries had taught him some rougher tricks.

With a sharp inhale he pushed away from the door and recalled his hours of training with Smoker. The Marine had been working with him on compensating for the Penalty in regards to the usual kickboxing. Just focus on a visual anchor--

His leg snapped out in a sharp kick against the door knob, effectively knocking it loose. The same action likewise knocked him down.

By the grace of his skills as a thief, it was a soft fall. He wasn't hurt. The whirlwind that snared him needed to settle before he could do much more for the moment, and he inwardly cursed the Malnosso once again for their meddling.]

[Spock's eyes fluttered open at the abrupt sound coming from the front door....but at the moment it does not seem to concern him. He merely remains seated and lets his eyes shut once more,, idly rubbing at the blood between his fingers...]

[He could almost smell the emotional upheaval in the air. The house was too dark, too quiet, too still. Lupin forced himself upright and fell against a nearby wall as his vision swam in protest. He would pay for this later, he knew, but he no jobs at stake and nothing but time. He took a deep breath. Two, three, and stood on his own once more.]

Spock? [His voice, aided by that little device that Spock had given him, sounded strange to his own ears.] Spock, are you in?

[Spock heard that...and he knew it was Arsene... His eyes flutter open once more....

Spock foot moves a little and disturbs a few pieces of glass, the small movement making and impressive noise in stillness.]

[That small sound was enough for Lupin to go by. While the vertigo made visual tracking moderately difficult, his auditory tracking remained unaffected. He made his way across the house with a hand braced against the wall, his vision clearer and his footing more firm with every step. He stopped at the first open door and, Walther now held in both hands, leaned up against the wall before he peered in.

He didn't like what he saw.]

[Spock looked up when the door opened to reveal Mister Lupin holding an archaic weapon... What did he call it? Arsene was rather fond of it he knew...oh yes, the Walther.... Spock's thought process seems rather lacking at the moment...

Spock makes eyecontact....]

....Arsene?

[Glass was scattered everywhere, covered in specks of that strange green blood that Lupin was certain he would never get used to, and Spock was himself propped up against the wall as if he were a broken doll. Lupin cursed and holstered his Walther before stepping out in the open.]

Good god, what did you do?

[He picked his way across the glass, mindful of obstacles, and knelt before Spock. He reached for Spock's hands with his own, covered in gloves for both of their safety. Lupin couldn't assess the damage, but he knew that he would need to clean up before he could know anything.]

[Spock was surprised....what was Lupin doing here?]

Why...why are you here?

[Spock seems to recognize that Arsene is looking at his hands and allows him easier access by lightly lifting them...]

You had me worried.

[It was the simplest explanation. His voice sounded fairly normal when he spoke in softer, lower tones he noticed, and made a mental note to work on that later. First, he needed to get Spock up and into the bathroom to properly wash up.

He lightly pulled at the arm he held, as if coaxing some kind of reaction.]

Can you stand? I'm not sure that I can lift you...

I...yes, I am able to stand.
[Spock does so and allows himself to be lead into the bathroom, his uniform dropping bits of wood and glass along the way.

...but he stops just before they enter the bathroom....]

Wait, Arsene... you should not be here. I am a danger and I cannot trust my emotions at this present time. You should leave me before anything happens.

[He held up a hand, showing off the gloves he had armed himself with, before dragging Spock in.]

That's why I'm here. Don't worry, I'll be fine.

[Lupin turned the water on and gently guided Spock's hands underneath it. His own gloves would get wet, but it was a small price to pay.]

[The water is a bit of a shock to his hands and he watches mesmerized as the green swirls down the drain....

gloves? That is what Lupin is worried about? Spock cannot help but scoff a little at that...]

You do realize Arsene that in my current emotional state, a telepathic incident would be the least of your worries? Besides, with my memories in tact, it would take a rather significant amount of physical contact to induce or encourage any psy connection between us.

[Spock's fingers curl and flex under the water...]

Hey, I'll take my chances.

[He's taken beatings before and lived, survived torture, near drowning, and being shot on the rooftop of a castle that resulted in near-fatal blood loss. Even with the current complications, he had enough faith in Spock to know that nothing would happen. Lupin pulled one of Spock's hands out from under the flow and examined the injuries. The wounds were superficial, that much he could tell, but that left him with the curious problem of wondering if topical antibiotics would even work...

He grabbed a towel and shut the water off, sat Spock down on the covered toilet and wrapped his hands up before he set to work looking for bandages of some kind.]

The link's all ready there, right? It's a non-issue. It sounds like the issue here is that you're not dealing with any emotions properly. I'm no counselor, but it sounds like you need a better outlet. Or a vacation. Both could work.

[Spock tilts his head and gives him the eyebrow....Arsene puts a lot of trust in him it seems... Spock does not know if that is wise.]

Perhaps you are correct...

[Spock notices Lupin looking for the first-aid kit and opens the cupboard under the sink and gestures towards a box with a familiar cross on it.]

What do you suggest?

[Lupin nodded and pulled it out to search for cotton pads and gauze wrap.]

There's an onsen in the mountains. It's a natural hot spring that's been converted into a spa...and, since it's getting cold, that could be fun. [Hell, he'd even be willing to see how the trip affected the inner ear difficulties that were a side effect of his Penalty. For the sake of watching Spock? He could handle it.]

For now, though...are you here alone? Because you're coming back to my apartment for a few nights if you are.

[Spock freezes at the question of being alone...]

I...yes I am. My Captain is...[Spock's voice trails off and attempts a change...]

I refuse to be a further burden to you. I am quite capable of living here. You also have a significant other to consider.

[He delicately pressed a cotton pad against the side of Spock's hand and gently wrapped the gauze around to hold it in place, cursing himself for not attempting to learn anything from Nala sooner.]

It's not a burden, and I know Fujiko won't mind. She can take care of herself, you know.

[He looked up, carefully searching Spock's eyes for some kind of hint, a clue...]

You're not stable emotionally right now. That's why you're coming with me.

...Kirk. Are his belongings still here?

[Spock looked down to avoid Arsene's gaze...]

The Captain's belongings are still here....he was..

He was taken. He is being experimented on...and he is in pain. [Spock puts his head in his free hand...]

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You're breaking into my house! XD lawl

Desperate times, desperate measures.

haha, and together we make a pretty impressive mess. >_<

because we're terrible!

And I wouldn't change a damn thing! XD

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