spohkh | 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 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.

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

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