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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]
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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No, we already had The Mourning of Obi-Wan.
He follows Spock's lead, tucking the journal under his arm.]
Me... too.
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Still, Beast had a comforting presence... and he was pleased that he was the one that found him.
However...he could tell that Beast was sad about something.]
Beast... I have an inquiry. I have reason to believe that you are...sad...about something. Is this correct?
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[...]
... J-Just, was... thinking of... Obi-Wan.
[An awkward glance towards Spock - he remembers that dramatic moment he had about Obi-Wan those months ago.]
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Indeed... it is rather...
...upsetting that he left us so soon. It would not have been remiss to have been able to say good bye.
[Spock assess beast for a moment...]
You were close to him, yes?
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He was a... d... dear friend o-of mine.
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[Spock would have patted Beast on the arm if he was more human, but as it was he merely stood there... stiff as usual.]
We will remember him, to honour him.
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I could never forget him.
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From what I knew of him, Obi-wan was not afraid. He will be fine, I am certain of it.
[Spock hoped that would give Beast a bit of peace.]
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Then again, he was alive even when he was killed... but that part of it confuses him a little too much. Enough of Obi-Wan. He won't be coming back.]
Will, w-will you be alright, at your...?
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I do not know what you are trying to say.
[Uh-oh, here we go again.]
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I will survive.
However, it is the simple actions that I am not looking forward to.
[Spock moves almost nervously.]
I will not keep you. Good day to you.