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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~]
no subject
...A most curious choice of words. [A beat.] And what exactly might this be, I wonder?
no subject
[The fact that Spock is offering this at all should speak volumes... but only to those who understand what it means.]
...it will not be boring.
tw: sexual suggestiveness
His lips purse into a line. How much did this man know from what touch they had shared? Clearly only a certain sort of touch allowed for the transfer of feelings, thoughts, and memories.]
I have neither the need nor the desire to understand the inner-machinations of your mind, for you are terribly boring to begin with.
[It’s largely a lie; on one hand, coming to understanding another well in an instant would spoil the fun of peeling back layers, slowly, and making discoveries all the while; on the other hand, learning more of another supplied him with the ammunition to attack and to manipulate and to exploit as it suited him. Unfortunately, this would be a two way exchange.]
But perhaps I shall have your flesh, if my touch is what you desire. [He musters a laugh.]
no subject
Interesting... he has came across several people who seem to 'loathe' telepaths....
Spock actually does sigh this time at Isaac's suggestion. He was willing to show Isaac space and the wonders of the universe through a connection... however, he would never impose himself on anyone.]
Whatever 'hatred' you hold for Telepaths, do not compare them with my abilities.
I would never abuse my power However, it is obvious that I will not change your mind.
[Spock takes a breath, wondering what he can offer Isaac in exchange for his freedom.]
You claim I am boring... yet you hold me here. What if I was to promise to visit you on a regular basis for as long as I remain in Luceti.
In all honesty, I would not mind actually 'seeing' your place of residence instead of my current state of darkness.
If that is not to your liking, then perhaps a shared Dance at New Years? I understand that is a tradition... I will even allow you to lead. [Spock's voice changed inflection... the emotion was a taunt....]
Spock moved with mun's permission
I see… [He hisses through gritted teeth, his lips twisting into a savage smile. The muscles in his arm are taut, quivering tensely.] …You think I jest. Is that right? Go on. Nod for me.
You have ALL my permissions~ XD
He could not nod properly even if he wanted to...
Spock scrambled, and his hands clasped around Isaac's upper arm. In this position he could not do much to defend himself... so Spock did the only thing he could do... and dropped his mental shields.
The familiar tingling sensation traveled through his fingertips and he allowed his emotions to bleed through to Isaac...
The fear...
Confusion....exasperation and impatience all floating around the distinct question of why?
Out loud, Spock replies...his voice a bit strained due to the pressure on his face...]
Negative....
no subject
A touch telepath.
When his voice comes at last, it holds no roguishness, no snide amusement. It’s low and cool and deceptively calm, lending his words a sense of finality.]
...If it is your desire to be left out in the cold, so be it. [Abel moves in to open the manacle using its lock-pick of a claw and brute strength.] But heed my words. I will come for you and I will find you, day or night, and I should hope you will be ready then to make good and kindly return a favour. For I do not forget what I am owed.
[While regarding Spock warily, he summons a glowing portal for them both, commanding the devil to grab hold of Spock roughly and guide him to it.]