spohkh | Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]

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Personal Log #11 - Dazed and Confused [Voice/Action]

[Spock opened his eyes and held in the groan at the familiar sight of Luceti's forest. It took a moment for the Vulcan to organize his thoughts and realize what had happened...

Ah yes... He had been kidnapped once again.

Spock sat up, wary of the lingering effects from his visit with the Malnosso... and looked around for his Journal. Predictably it was laying innocently by his side... illogically he had hoped that it might have been lost. No matter.
Spock reached for it and stopped... realizing that something was wrong with his hand. It was... frozen. His long fingers stuck together, hand in the shape of a loose fist and refusing to move. The Vulcan's eyes widened in surprise as he checked his other hand, finding the exact same thing. What was he going to do? He could barely pick up the journal let alone use it properly.

The Vulcan fumbled with the journal, finally getting it to flop open on in his lap... ]

Greetings. I have been returned from my... visit... with the Malnosso. I require assistance. Is anyone there?

[Action]: Spock can be found in the woods without the use of his hands. He's going to need a lot of help, and Spock's not going to like it.
You can also catch him walking towards his place with his journal held awkwardly between his fists. Approach him if you dare.]

[OOC: When I originally went on Hiatus, I said that Spock was going to be on autopilot, however, I've needed to be away longer than originally planned. It was advised to me that I have Spock mallynapped to excuse him from not knowing everything that's gone down. Apparently I've missed wings... this upsets me greatly. XD]

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[Spock tilts his head... he recognizes that voice.]

Miss Konan. It would seem that I am without the use of my hands.

[Spock hesitates... he really doesn't like asking for help for something so simple.]

I... cannot pick up my journal.

[...wow, Spock. The Malnosso seem to do awful things to him whenever he's kidnapped, Konan notes.]

I can help you. Are you able to use your arms?

[It will be easier to devise a solution if it's his hands rather than his entire arms.]

[They seem to like that he's a telepath... and exploit it as much as they can.]

I am able to use my arms, yes. Perhaps I should 'kick' the journal into town...
[It would be less humiliating in the long run..]

That could damage your journal. If you can use your arms, then you can hold the journal against your body once it's been picked up.

Indeed... you are correct.

[There's some fumbling noises... and the distinct sound of the journal falling on the ground.
This is all followed by a 'sigh'...]

This might take some time...
While I attempt this, tell me... in my absence have you been well?

Well enough.

[Pause.]

I will come and help you, Spock. I'm certain that between the two of us, we can think of something to make things less inconvenient for you until you have the use of your hands again.

[Spock's quite intelligent, after all, and one doesn't succeed as a shinobi the way she has without being very resourceful.]

[Was Spock being reluctant to ask for help? Perhaps... but he would never admit it because that was illogical.]

Indeed... that would be wise. You have my thanks Miss Konan.

[It's guaranteed that together they can find a way more manageable than 'kicking the journal to town'.]

How far from town are you at the moment, Spock?

[Either way, her paper wings let her get to places fairly quickly, but the less she has to search, the better.]

South east of the village square... approximately a kilometer in distance.

[Spock is silent. He very much dislikes asking for help. It's a combination of pride, and not wanting to be a burden on others.]

I'll be there shortly.

[She can tell that he doesn't want to ask, but she's hardly going to leave him to kick his journal across town. If there's no one home at the time that he arrives, he won't be able to turn the doorknob, either.]

You have my thanks.

[Spock leans back against the tree to wait for Konan. Of course he's grateful, he's just not used to asking for help.
Ka'adith, what is, is.]

[It doesn't take Konan too long to arrive. She's brought some string to attempt to craft something makeshift for Spock in the short term. If it works, they can come up with something more substantial until Spock's hands are functional again. Hopefully, he won't be stuck like this for very long.]

I thought we could use this in the short term.

[She holds up the string, sturdy and not made of a material that will chafe.]

[Spock nodded his head in thanks.]

That was most thoughtful of you. Perhaps for now we can merely tie the journal to my wrist?
That will permit me to take it home where further assistance can be offered.

[Spock knew that Konan was a good person, but this was yet another reminder of how thoughtful she was.]

[It's the simplest solution for now, and Konan picks up the journal, tying it up thoroughly so that it won't drop out easily. She may not be a master of cat's cradle the way she is with origami, but her skill with crafts has still translated over well enough. It doesn't take her long before she's able to fashion a little woven container to secure his journal. She fastens a loop around his wrist that will tighten with the weight of the journal, but that can also be easily loosened.]

Does that work?

[Spock watches her work with curiosity and gratitude... ]

Indeed, that will work quite well.
[The Vulcan lowers his arms and regards Konan.]
You have my thanks... I believe I am able to walk home unassisted, unlike the last time.

[Spock seems to hesitate for a moment...] This is the third time that you have helped me... is there anything that I may do for you?

[Konan thinks about it and she is able to think of one favour she would appreciate. Spock is cool-headed enough that she's certain he wouldn't betray any signs of recognition.]

If you ever see a man with a full face mask with a circular or spiraling design on it around here, please send me a private message. He's extremely dangerous, and depending on what point in time he is from, may have reason to harm me.

[Spock blinks at her for a moment... ]

I will indeed. Is he capable of harming you? [Because Spock has seen what Konan is capable of, and has seen how strong she strong she is.
What would it take for someone to be able to harm her?]

[Konan hasn't even shown everything she can do in Luceti due to her paranoia. She trusts Spock with knowing more about her abilities than the average person, but she hasn't even told her closest friends from her own world about the one attack she used against the man.]

...he is. I have a nasty scar from fighting with him.

[Spock looked rather concerned for Konan....
This man was truly a danger to her? Well... he simply could not allow her to be hurt.]

I will indeed inform you if I see him... however Miss Konan...
If you find yourself in need of further assistance, especially when it comes to your safety, please do not hesitate to ask me.

[Spock's offer was genuine...]

I will let you know. The main thing I need is advanced warning that he's here. I've been running simulations on how to defeat him with reduced power.

[She's even factored in the small possibility that his powers might not be reduced at all. It will be tremendously difficult, but she sees dealing with this enemy as her responsibility.]

Indeed. Just know that you do not have to fight alone.

[Being alone when help was available, was illogical. Spock knew Konan enough to accept whoever this person was, was indeed a threat.]

I know, and thank you.

[She can recognize that it's not entirely logical, but she understands the extent of what she's dealing with and she has a lot to atone for.]

[Spock inclines his head...]

Thank you for your assistance. I will contact you once my hands have regained their mobility. Perhaps we can have another game of chess.

[Spock makes an abortive move with his hand...]
Peace and long life to you Miss Konan, until next we meet.

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