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maskormenacelogs2017-06-12 12:44 pm
pummelgranite) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-06-12 12:44 pm
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I LEARNED IT FROM YOU DAD
WHO: Persephone and Batman
WHERE: Maurtia Falls All Purpose Creepy Tunnels
WHEN: Directly after this (mild yucky parasite and vomit warning)
WHAT: batman yet again being judgmental and mean for literally no reason whatsoever
WARNINGS: at least references to recreational drug use, many swears, no others expected
[ She'd come to (more or less) to the sight of Chilton retching up his lunch, and likely her seeds. And while she could not yet fathom what, exactly, the fuck had happened, getting out of there while his back is turned is a no-brainer. Her intention had been to rattle him, which she clearly had already accomplished.
Whatever he had hit her with, however, was not so easily shaken off. Not entirely. The street lights above her blurred and swayed in the mild summer night, and she had to fight the bones-deep temptation to just topple back over and rest. Frankly it would have been great shit if she had taken it herself in an expensive hotel bed, but for walking home at night it was quite another story.
Her addled mind briefly toyed with the idea of summoning a cab, but no. Of course not. She had other options.
It take a few tries to snap her fingers properly, and when she does, she isn't able to drop into the truly liminal space of her Underground. But this is Maurtia Falls, and the ground under her feet is riddled with all sorts of maintenance access, prohibition tunnels, and pathways older than that. It is easy enough to pass through the sidewalk into somewhere darker and safer.
Surely from here she's home free. ]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls All Purpose Creepy Tunnels
WHEN: Directly after this (mild yucky parasite and vomit warning)
WHAT: batman yet again being judgmental and mean for literally no reason whatsoever
WARNINGS: at least references to recreational drug use, many swears, no others expected
[ She'd come to (more or less) to the sight of Chilton retching up his lunch, and likely her seeds. And while she could not yet fathom what, exactly, the fuck had happened, getting out of there while his back is turned is a no-brainer. Her intention had been to rattle him, which she clearly had already accomplished.
Whatever he had hit her with, however, was not so easily shaken off. Not entirely. The street lights above her blurred and swayed in the mild summer night, and she had to fight the bones-deep temptation to just topple back over and rest. Frankly it would have been great shit if she had taken it herself in an expensive hotel bed, but for walking home at night it was quite another story.
Her addled mind briefly toyed with the idea of summoning a cab, but no. Of course not. She had other options.
It take a few tries to snap her fingers properly, and when she does, she isn't able to drop into the truly liminal space of her Underground. But this is Maurtia Falls, and the ground under her feet is riddled with all sorts of maintenance access, prohibition tunnels, and pathways older than that. It is easy enough to pass through the sidewalk into somewhere darker and safer.
Surely from here she's home free. ]
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Something seems wrong-- he can't spot any blood, so he doubts she's wounded, but that leaves only about a million other things it could be. He approaches her with a little more speed in his step as you'd might expect from him otherwise, and takes a knee before grabbing her chin in his hand to turn her face towards him. Not the most gentle response, but making sure she's okay first is a priority, and he doesn't need her fighting him.]
What happened.
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[ Her pupils are blown wide, which would be normal for a human, but not her. They're tracking a little slowly as well. When she moves to bat him away (because of course she does) it's uncoordinated. Might be barbiturates, or a particularly large dose of some benzo. ]
Whatreye doin here?
[ Here, in his home. That she just entered. She blinks hard and tries to shake her head to clear it. She could believe that she hadn't dropped straight down but this way off target. ]
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[She could be hammered, too, but he doesn't smell alcohol on her, so that's unlikely. Rather than dealing with more petulant whining than he needs to, he decides to take the path of least resistance and just pick her up in his arms to carry her over to the medical table. She'll likely protest, he thinks, but then again she was likely to protest over anything he did.]
What's the last thing you remember. [He says, shining a pen light in her eyes.]
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[ That much light makes her eyes reflect little holographic skulls at him, but presumably that is Hellenic Death Goddess Teen Idol normal. The pupils at least do react properly to the light so there's head trauma off the list as well. ]
What? Nuthin. Noneyer business.
[ A moment too late it occurs to her to lie, and a moment too late does she realize that it's a moment too late to correct that oversight. ]
Takin' a walk.
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[Alright, if she doesn't want to talk. Years fighting the Scarecrow has left him fairly proficient with toxoid vaccines, whether they be prescription or otherwise. He leaves her for only a moment before coming back with a needle full of who knows what before injecting her in the arm rather abruptly before she can argue with him about 'whyre he's like this'.]
Give it a few minutes. Then you can walk yourself out of my home. [He says, waving a hand as he walks away from her.]
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Fine. Whaddever. Wasn't- wasn't tryna interrupt yer special welding time.
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[He says before putting his mask back on.]
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[ With that incredibly heartfelt apology, she scoots back on the table, pulling her legs up with her and leaning back against the cool wall of the cave. For a little while she's silent, breathing even. Though he may not deign to check, it's not hard to guess that her eyes are closed. For all their mutual grousing, his cave is still the safest place she knows.
Luckily, his who-knows-what works quickly. It's only a few minutes before she's stirring again and rubbing the last of the drowsiness out of her eyes. She then slips off the bench, wordlessly. ]
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Water's in the fridge.
[He says it like he's just stating a fact, not necessarily asking if she needs one. After all, if he did offer it to her, the chances of her refusing it was only 100% higher.]
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[ Bruce Wayne: Master Manipulator does it again. She does, in fact, shuffle over and claim one for herself. ]
Thanks.
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[Two can play at this game.]
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Sure.
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1/?
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done
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Did I stutter?
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There's nothing to find out!
[ Someone get this kid a career as a professional poker player already ]
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Literally nothing that's any of your business!
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We'll talk about this later.
[...and then he turns away from her.]
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[ Sounding definitely really absolutely not concerned about this at all for sure. But also beating a hasty retreat into the deeper caves. ]