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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 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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However... something unexpected happens and Spock closes his eyes as his body is... comforted.
The nerves are calmed and repaired to a certain degree... and he is no longer bleeding anywhere...
Spock finds himself starting to doze on the stone bench.]
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Rest, now, and regain your strength.
[Leaning over his guest, he then falters, wrestles with his fiercer impulses for a moment before pressing the chastest of kisses to his brow, teasingly languorous and sweet and with all possible tenderness.]
When you wake… [He coos, straightening.] You may wish to consider how you will begin to repay your debt.
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He was very nearly asleep already, however, he still heard everything that Isaac said.
He felt the kiss to his forehead... but did not feel much malice behind it, so he did not react.
At this point, is was wiser to rest... and escape in the morning.
Again, stuff done with permission.
pffffft~ XD
Something is not right. He goes to sit up, but is prevented in doing so by the... iron link around his wrist.
He tugs on it experimentally... the chains rattling loudly against the stone walls...
He senses a presence standing not too far away...] Why have you done this...
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Ah, awake at last. So deeply you slept at moments, I supposed you dead.
[Yet there isn't a trace of anxiety or concern in his voice.]
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[Spock was getting agitated, but he kept his cool.] You have not yet answered my question. [Spock tugs on the chain for emphasis...]
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I did not wish for you to hurt yourself; God forbid you should in an attempt to leave before you are fit to travel alone.
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...Spock... cannot figure them out.]
I assure you that I will not leave before I am able to do so... Though I do not need to be chained. I ask that you release me... [Spock's voice was forced at a neutral level.]
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[He moves closer still, reaching out to frame his gloved hands around his face. As his gauntlets are buckled tight and not quite so easily removed on a whim, he presses his lips again to the man's forehead as if truly meaning to gauge his temperature.]
Mn. [A thoughtful murmur.] You are rather warm.
/flails! XD
The Vulcan heartbeat is faster than most beings... therefore core temperature is moderately higher. I do not have a fever Mister Isaac. [He could not help but compare the fact that his mother used to check his temperature like this...
...but he felt safer with his mother. This being was obviously powerful, and Spock was at a huge disadvantage...]
Since you are with all pertinent facts... will you consider unchaining me at this time?
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You are trying my patience with your incessant demands. Despite my efforts to accommodate you as best I can, nothing quite satisfies you, does it? You selfish creature!
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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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