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Personal Log #5 - Action
[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~]
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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[He’s caught between amusement and annoyance at being touched, at feeling hands press against him, but the plea has him swaying towards the former. A frisson of dark delight passes through him at this reluctant flicker of vulnerability. Sliding his hand away from the man's face - letting his long fingers trail off his jaw -, he calmly brushes aside Spock's hands.]
I suppose I might…
[He answers with a cock of his head, his voice deceptively soft as he toys with the idea.]
But you said such dreadful, hurtful things of me last we spoke… I'm afraid it is most difficult to feel compelled to aid one who thinks me a monster. Now tell me, my dear Spock... is that what it is you truly believe?
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He tried to recall their last conversation... Spock would never call someone a monster.]
I do not think you are a monster I-Isaac... I was merely making observations based on the situation.
Having sadistic tendencies does not make you a monster...
[Spock started to move around the tree, hoping he was going the right way towards the village. His skin was flushed green with cold, and he was starting to shiver violently...] However, I cannot 'make' you help me...
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Indeed. [Leaving the man to guess at which statement he was addressing, he then adds, with mischievous curiosity:]
And where is it you think you are going? Think you that you shall make it so far as the village when you are more likely to stagger blindly into every tree in your path? I must admire your ambition, I suppose, if nothing more. Or is it desperation? [A leering grin spreads across his lips.]
…Listen. [He pauses a beat, drawing attention to the snow-dampened sense of silence in the woods.] ‘tis a long way to travel, unfit as you are, and in but a moment you could drop and breathe your last. No one would know; no one would hear you. You would die like a beast… and what a pitiful death that would be.
[There is a point to this, of course. He thinks to snatch hold of Spock’s wrist after a moment of deliberation and guide him towards a magic circle he wills into being at his feet.]
Now if you a have a mind to live... you will come with me, and while I still am feeling generous. …Are we understood?
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In a moment he knew he could trust Isaac for now...
However... he also realized that he had no choice.]
...Yes.
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They phase into existence in a place not much warmer than the ice and snow beyond its walls, but what could one expect of a subterranean home carved into the earth? The network of tunnels and rooms have largely been decorated, furnished, and made more hospitable, but unfortunately, Spock will not be able to appreciate these lavish touches and little comforts.
Releasing the man, Isaac turns his attention to one of his devil servants whom had been left to guard the inside. It folds its arms across its barbed chest and drifts closer, scowling at the guest and awaiting command. But it isn’t granted permission to tear him apart.]
Do show him to his room, won’t you, Abel? Gently now.
[Verbal commands are superfluous when intent can be conveyed with but a thought or a glance, but Isaac is making certain his guest knows what to expect. At least, to some extent. Sharing too much would ruin the surprise.]
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He notes the wide open space and the odd... demonic? presence... He can tell that he was taken somewhere unknown to Spock. However, by speculation, he can safely assume that this is Isaac's residence.
Spock decides that for now, he is relatively safe. He needs rest, and for the most part, Isaac is offering peace.]
My thanks for your hospitality... [Spock allows himself to be lead...]
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[Without a moment’s delay, the glowering beast that had gripped Belle by the shoulders to keep her from trespassing is quick to usher Spock forward. There are a few rooms that have remained unused and are scarcely furnished if at all, and this is one of them; no paintings adorning walls of stone, no tables, no thick rug to cover the bare, smoothened earth. A stone slab projects from the back wall, offering one a place to sit or to lie down, but to call it a seat would be implying it was in some way comfortable. It wasn’t meant to be, this being a dungeon chamber with chains dangling from the ceiling and shackles set into the back wall. Something he had arranged when he first arrived in Luceti in the grips of Dracula’s curse, wilder, fiercer, and that much more bloodthirsty.
Abel gives him a push, keeping a stern, watchful eye on him. Truthfully, Isaac hasn’t made his mind up as to what he means to do, but he sees no reason to rush.]
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Normally, in this type of situation, one would be lead to some sort of sleeping chamber. To call what he sensed around him hospitable was a...farce.
Spock, by sound alone, sensed the stone walls... the damp, cold ambiance was unpleasantly familiar to the dungeons he had spent in different away mission that had gone wrong.
Spock was cold, tired, weak, and.... very much... (he suddenly realized with acute clarity)... alone.
Spock felt along the walls...]
What is this place...?
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‘tis where you shall stay.
[He answers simply.]
There simply isn't room for you elsewhere.
~hahahaha
Very well...
However, my Vulcan biology cannot withstand this cold for very much longer... [Spock... is so lost right now...
He just really wants to go home.]
My I utilize something to keep warm? [Spock means a blanket of course....]
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[He teases – but after a beat, he has Abel fetch a linen sheet and hand it to him. With a roll of his eyes, he carelessly flings it Spock’s way to be used as a sort of blanket.]
I should hope there shan't be a problem.
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[Spock cannot fight this,... he instead takes the blanket and wraps it around himself.... and huddles on the protruding slab of stone.
He is aware of Isaac's sadistic nature... though Spock usually gives people the benefit of the doubt because one can never assume how someone's experiences influences the way they 'grew up'....
Spock merely needs to regain his strength. Being blind was one thing, and something he could handle..... but he was exhausted, and his nerves were singing with pain.]
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[He lingers at the threshold, arms folded across his chest and a finger absently against his bicep. His knife-sharp smile broadens.]
How cruel of you to leave me without company.
~he might try to run away~ XD hahahaha
My apologies... I am unsure what you mean. [Oblivious Vulcan remains oblivious....]
If he leaves Abel on guard duty...
Guess. ...I should hope that head of yours is more than dead weight perched atop your neck, for your own sake.
Xd
Would I be correct in assuming that you wish for me to... join you?
Why did you not simply return me to my home?
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Knowing not what hole you crawl out of and call home, I would have had to drop you into the street. But that... wouldn't have been very kind of me, now would it?
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This, on a normal day, would have been considered 'curious' and 'interesting'.... now however, he was starting to worry.]
Indeed, you have been very kind. However, may I trouble you to borrow your journal to call for someone to come and collect me?
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[Brushing off the fact that something has been asked of him, he straightens and closes the distance between them in a few deliberate steps.]
Is this not enough? [He cocks his head, his tone more playful than biting.] ...Would you have me shift the entirety of my home a foot to the left? [Pausing at length, he begins to circle Spock wolfishly, slowly and calculatingly, eying him with critical appraisal. And then comes a conspiratorial whisper teasing the shell of his ear. Low and husky, the sort meant to lay secrets bare and make a man - or woman - come undone.]
Do I offend? ...You needn’t be afraid to say it.
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Requesting that your house be moved to any location other than that of where it stands is illogical. Though being here is 'enough' as you state it, I sense that you are deliberately 'teasing' me.
Normally my defenses in such a situation are able to handle this type of confrontation... however... in my current state of blindness and physical weakness I need medical assistance.
[Spock involuntarily shivers at the sudden breath across his ear...]
You do not offend me Isaac... you merely have me concerned.
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[He waves away his own question after a moment as if it were a pesky fly.]
You need only to have asked, my dear Spock. [Of course.] Is relief from your... bodily suffering what you desire most?
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My captors decided that they were interested in the Vulcan nervous system as it pertains to touch telepathy...
... and attempted to discover my pain threshold.
They were rather enthusiastic, and soon used their knowledge to my disadvantage. However, I was able to keep them out of my mind... but I am now experiencing 'discomfort'... [Spock does not know how this information will help him or Isaac, but it was always worth a shot. Perhaps if Isaac realized that he couldn't be of any help, he would take Spock somewhere else...]
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Lay back. [He presses his fingers to Spock’s chest and lazily pushes against him.]
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However, he eventually complies and lies down on the bench, making sure the sheet was between him and the cold of the stone....]
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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.]
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Again, stuff done with permission.
pffffft~ XD
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/flails! XD
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tw: sexual suggestiveness
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Spock moved with mun's permission
You have ALL my permissions~ XD
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