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[Spock gasped into consciousness and trembled at the biting cold. It took him a moment to realize that he was no longer on a metal, unforgiving examination table... but instead laying down in what felt like... snow. Fascinating.

His senses were completely off. The current date and time eluded him due to the number of occasions he had overcome to unconsciousness in the Malnosso's care...

Normally mental orientation would not be a problem...

...However, his current state of blindness left much to be desired.

He slowly stood, categorizing his physical condition, and found that his body was not cooperating as it should... he had to lean against a tree to retain balance. He ached all over. The Malnosso appeared curious towards his Vulcan physiology.... and went to great lengths to discover what they could. Spock shivered again as he recalled what they did to him. They had started with his fingers... running tests that involved pain tolerance and sense range.

They left the brain for last. Spock was successful in keeping them out of his Katra, a mental landscape containing his links...protecting what stability and bonds that he had left after his planet's devastation. However, it was his efforts in the end that now left him blind. In their enthusiasm, the Malnosso did not realize the extent of Vulcan stubbornness, so when threatening him with his eyesight did not work... they soon lost interest.

That left him in his current state.

Concentration was... difficult at the moment. There was too much pain. His Katra called out in an attempt to help him, but he did not know how successful that was. In the interim, Spock assumed that he was back in Luceti and started to walk forward... sensing the trees around him to use them for support.
He hoped someone would find him soon... He was without his uniform, and left once again in only a pair of pants. This cold was quickly becoming too much for his Vulcan biology to withstand.]

[Feel free to meet Spock wandering, blind, and cold. He's out in the woods currently, but he'll eventually make it somewhere near the village. Enjoy~]

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[ buffy summers is now doing enough stopping and flailing for the both of them. her steps halt; she grips spock's arm. ]

R-romantic? Relationship? You and me? Me and you?

[ she lets go. leaving him anchorless. guideless. ]

No. Definitely not. I mean -- no offence and I know you won't really take any but...

Edited 2012-12-20 21:26 (UTC)

Now -- me and Jim, on the other hand...

Edited 2012-12-20 21:25 (UTC)

Jim...

Jim doesn't know. About that, actually. You can't tell him. Promise me you won't tell him?

[Spock stood still... he felt suddenly lost without his anchor... however, he quickly composed himself and turned his face towards Buffy with a raised eyebrow... and an amused expression.]

Indeed? I believe I have all the pertinent information. I did not want to assume anything.....

As for your previous interactions with Jim... I will not, as humans say, 'breath a word'... It is not my business.

However... I do have one more question....

Were we considered.... friends?

Friendly, at least. I mean -- I'd like to think we were friends. We certainly weren't enemies. And we can happily continue not to be enemies on account of your very gracious agreement on the whole...not telling Jim thing.

I'll tell him myself. Probably. Likely. In my own time. I just don't wanna be that girl, y'know? "Oh hi you don't remember me but we used to date."

That girl.

Edited 2012-12-20 21:43 (UTC)

[Spock gives her another half-smile...] Indeed... My characterization was correct... you are much like my Captain. [Spock lets that statement sit in the air for a moment...for here was another individual who strives to be accepted ]

Do not worry... your character has not been jeopardized. Only shallow people are quick to make judgement based off romantic involvement.... I am not of those people.

[Spock's amused expression falters a bit when he shivers again from the cold...]

And that -- right there -- was probably why we got along. I'm a girl who needs a whole lot of non-judgement in her life, some days. Most days.

[ and with a tentative peace settling over the moment, she loops her arm once again around spock's. he's cold; she needs to help him. soup, she thinks. warm soup will do the trick.

but she'd be a liar if she didn't admit to herself that spock's...characterization didn't leave a nostalgic twinge in her chest. she and jim are so very in the past. she has a new captain, now. but it doesn't mean she doesn't miss him. ]

I take that as a compliment, by the way. Being much like your Captain.

[Spock is immediately comforted by the solid presence once again...

He felt as though he could get used to Buffy's presence... perhaps a friendship was in their future after all.]

Indeed, I meant it as a compliment. However... I recall your name being mentioned once before, by one Captain Jack Sparrow...

He is a rather interesting individual... and one that is very apparently infatuated with you. [That had been an interesting conversation to say the least...]

...Ah. [ she sounds ever so slightly like a young child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ] You've met Jack. Of course...of course you would have met Jack. He, uhm --

[ is there a gentle way to say it? something that doesn't smack too much of sentimentality? ] I met Jack shortly after your Captain first left Luceti. The infatuation is mutual but I'd try not to put too much stock in what he said about me. He's embarrassingly biased.

As he should be... One should always place their mate in high regard. [Not that Spock was getting defensive in some odd way about Kirk or anything...]

Well, I don't know if I'd call him my mate. I mean -- I'm his first mate but that's not a love-thing. That's a boat-thing. And I kinda feel the title's mostly honourary. And...

[ a sigh. ] Sorry. You're absolutely right. Mates? Should think highly of each other. It's nothing but depressing when they don't.

...He has access to a ship here? Intriguing.

However, I did not mean to sound callous... I have been... frustrated lately. [Good choice of words Spock...]

[He glances aside at the lengthy explanation as if to say, ‘I do not recall asking you for the story of your life’, although his interest is forever piqued by the idea of pushing a man to the outer edges of his limits – and at the titillating idea of succeeding where the Malnosso had failed. But fierce, sadistic impulses come and go, tempered by reason. This isn’t the time to indulge all too much.]

Lay back. [He presses his fingers to Spock’s chest and lazily pushes against him.]

[Spock hesitates for a moment, weighing his options...

However, he eventually complies and lies down on the bench, making sure the sheet was between him and the cold of the stone....]

[She really doesn't mind. After all, she'd been speaking the truth: It's just practical right now.

She tests the door and, thankfully, it is indeed unlocked, making it much easier to help Spock inside. As soon as she crosses the threshold, she takes a quick look around.]

You should lie down. Which is your room?

Good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

[Luke laughs at the question]

You don't have to Spock. It's not important.

[Spock was about to argue that it was important due to the investment everyone was obviously putting into it...

...However, Spock did not feel like talking much anymore. But he was...glad that Luke was glad for him....]

We are nearly there correct?

It.... It is the door on the far right. [Spock allows himself to be lead to his room... the familiar presence is welcoming...]

It appears that my Captain is not home at this time... [Spock sits on the bed... not exactly sure what he should do first.]

He built it himself. She sails like a...[ buffy struggles with the metaphor. ] Like a pretty-sailing thing. And we--

Frustrated?

Everyone should wish for a good woman, or a good man, in the winter. It is so very cold and lonely otherwise.

[He ignores the memory that may have been shared, ignores whatever it is that Spock is trying to say, sincerely or not. He doesn't think about her. Not if he's sober.]

It is less who and more of a what. Not many women of red hair and a full bust int he village that care for my company- but perhaps I might weather the winter with two very fine gentlemen instead.

I am... experiencing difficulty with certain Vulcan methodologies...

There have been a few.... accidents since I entered Luceti.... [Should Spock confide in Buffy? If they were 'friends' before... he sees no reason why he should not....]

I... agree with you statement. However, your methods are unorthodox.

[Spock tilts his head...

...he is reluctant to ask who he has in mind....] Indeed?

[Noting Spock’s compliance, he dismisses Abel and sharpens his focus to summon a different familiar in his stead from beyond the fabric of reality. A dragon the size of a man and with roughly hewn, glittering crystals lining its back hovers by Isaac’s side, waiting and ready. As a creature spawned in an abnormal and unholy way, it too gives off dark aura.]

Do try to relax.

[Isaac purrs.

Drawing from its energy reserves when prompted, the devil then opens its jaws and bathes Spock in glowing waves of energy – the life energy siphoned earlier from another being - that will soothe his nerves and begin to seal lesser wounds.]

[In the door on the right, then. Ami helps Spock to the bed, and helps him lie down. She looks for any blankets to lay over him to help to warm him first.]

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