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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 11, 2012 14:11:18 GMT -5
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Arthur has a taste for the dramatic. And he has set up quite a scene. He is currently in his bathroom, with bloodied bandages wrapped around his hand, his eyes full of mad rage as he stares into the broken remains of what had once been a high end, luxurious mirror. His mind is wrecked by the worst headache of his life, black spots dancing across his vision, flickering in and out of existence, while his skull feels like it's contracting around his brain, with an icepick jammed directly through one of his eyes and deep into the soft tissue behind his temple.
Oh, how he wants to succumb and forgot. It is a subconscious desire, a nagging feeling that keeps harassing him, tempts him to give in, make the pain go away by forgetting what he knows. But his sheer force of will and his thirst for vengeance keeps him standing. He can not give in. He will not give in, not until Cipher gets here. He called her immediately after he first realized what had happened, when the worst attack came, half rambling, ordering her to come immediately and take experimental drugs to counter the pain and keep him lucid. It would likely prove to be a mistake. He did not want her to see him so very weak, his world shattering around him, especially not after she had already thought him mad for thinking that he was a robot before. But he had no choice.
He needed help, and there were very few he could trust, even fewer who were capable.
Thankfully, he considers her to be among that select few.
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Post by Frenzy on May 11, 2012 14:55:14 GMT -5
"Lord Octavian." Cipher appears in the doorway, dressed in suit and heels. Her gaze sweeps around the room, taking in the broken mirror, the bloody bandages, before finally meeting Octavian's eyes. Three pill bottles fill one of her hands, but it's her other hand that trembles ever so finely.
"You know you shouldn't take these."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 11, 2012 15:04:05 GMT -5
"Cipher." His voice is strained, pained, but it also has a faint trace of relief. He tears his gaze away from the broken mirror, and the pain he feels is shown in his eyes, bright but addled. If he were sharper of mind, he would have noticed the trembling, but right now the migraine is blocking out too much. "I know." Despite his words, he reaches out for the jars with his bloodied hand, the other grasping the sink tightly. "But I have no other choice, I have to think clearly. I have to counter the pain that thinking brings, the pain of that curse that woman-!"
Another sharp stab of whatever is stuck to his brain, and this time, he goes down, sliding onto the bathroom floor, cradling his head in his hands. But he does not cry. He will never cry. "Blackarachnia, Scourge...They DID something to me." His voice is barely above a whisper, full of pain and vile, seeping hate. "They made me their puppet! ME!"
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Post by Frenzy on May 11, 2012 15:27:52 GMT -5
The trembling increases as he looks at her - has she ever seen him so raw? Her breath comes a little quicker; Octavian scares her like this. She reins in the fear, though, reins it in and strangles it.
Instead Cipher sets the pills on the counter and kneels down in front of Octavian. "Yes," she says quietly, "I suspected as much. Do you want me to have them killed?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 11, 2012 15:35:34 GMT -5
That request gets him to laugh. A broken, terrifying sound, erupting from the depths of his madness, born of frustration rather then amusement. It does not last long, though, stopping as quickly as it had begun, leaving the blackhaired man even more exhausted then he was before. "No, no no no...Oh, I can not answer that Cipher, my dear, not without dying from a hemorrhage, I suspect."
He brings a hand a hand up to his temple, rubbing it sternly with two fingers, despite knowing quite well that it doesn't help. Still, as long as he does something...
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Post by Frenzy on May 11, 2012 16:35:16 GMT -5
Cipher shuffles forward and strokes his hair. "Don't worry then. I'll take care of it, Lord Octavian."
It's an easily-made promise. Not so easily fulfilled, but few things in life worth doing are easy. Her hand trails down his cheek, lifts his chin, so he can look her in the eye. There is sincerity there, and the shine of an ugly viciousness.
"Can you tell me what it's doing to you? There are different options available."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 11, 2012 16:52:27 GMT -5
The dark lady's touch is like a sudden, cold shade that offers refuge from the searing white heat of the mind control. He gladly welcomes it, leaning into her delicate touch, his eyes pressing shut as he sighs in relief, though it is still a sound rattled by the pain that he is feeling. When she tilts his chin, he opens them again, that cunning sharpness returning, as he gazes deeply into her own eyes, using them as a distraction from the infernal pain.
Then he notices the look in her eyes. That look that promises infernal pain, a thousand times worse then what he is going through now, on those who did this to him.
It sends a shiver down his spine. It makes him growl. It makes his hand lift, reach around and grasp her hair, a touch that walks that perfect tight rope of balance between wild and gentle, pulling her in close. Then he kisses her, deeply, passionately, with an unmatched heat, showing her just how much that look means to him. Then he breaks it again, releases her hair and leans back, gasps for air, and then answers her question, with trembling breath, though no longer just from pain.
"The worst migraine of my life. I feel something pressing onto my brain, near my temple. Every negative thought concerning them is punished severely, making it worse and worse, and trying to tempt me with a subconscious siren song of relief, if I let it go. But I will not." He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves, before looking at her again. "Please, do tell, but I hope you understand that I would very much like that medication now."
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Post by Frenzy on May 13, 2012 15:57:11 GMT -5
Cipher accepts Octavian's kiss, but makes no effort to respond to it. Kissing, like many of the activities he indulges in as Arthur, is of little interest to her. She would rather just have him, knowing he is here, he is well, and they are going to bring down the world together.
When he pulls away, she's smiling.
"Based on what you've told me..." Cipher stands, grabs a glass and fills it with water. "Two of these and one of these, then another one in four hours, then you will report for a CAT scan in the morning."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 22, 2012 16:44:00 GMT -5
Octavian did not kiss her, Arthur did. If Octavian wanted to express any affection for her, he would pour her a glass of wine while making the whole world burn.
When the sound of water rushing into the glass reaches his ears, he snaps his eyes towards her, focusing on it in an obsessive way, his head following every sway of her hand. "Yes, and after, I will make some calls. Doctor Hook, perhaps, and then, Victoria. I refuse to be their peon any longer."
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Post by Frenzy on May 22, 2012 17:48:15 GMT -5
Cipher tends to view Octavian as the actual 'person', rather than Arthur being a separate being. (The player also forgot it was Arthur here and not Octavian.)
"The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy." She hands the filled glass to Arthur, along with the measure of pills. "Nothing more."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 22, 2012 18:43:56 GMT -5
Either way, Octavian is a romantic, if completely evil and quite possibly insane soul.
"Oh, quite right you are, quite right you are...Though I am not certain that Victoria is my enemy. I can not be certain of anything as of now..." Another flare of that accursed migraine, but this time, Arthur is armed against it. He practically yanks the glass from Cipher's hand and slams it back, the contents pouring down his throat. For a moment, nothing happens. But then he convulses, his fingers twitching, until they stop just as sudden as they started, leaving a maniacally grinning Arthur as he gets up to his feet. "Ohhh, that is so much better...Thank you my dear, you are a true Valkyrie...''
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Post by Frenzy on May 23, 2012 15:37:35 GMT -5
"Victoria is their enemy," she reminds gently. She watches the medicine take effect, nods to herself. "Arthur, you probably don't want to compare me to the choosers of the slain in this instance."
Cipher reaches out to undo his tie and begin unbuttoning his shirt. "This manic spike won't last more than an hour. You need to go to bed. It won't do you any good to be in the middle of something when the crash hits."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 23, 2012 17:24:29 GMT -5
Her rebuttal just gets him to smile wickedly, manic eyes looking deeply into hers. There is a small hint of admiration in them. "And take away my chance to say that I kissed an angel of death while in her embrace? Nonsense.''
Arthur lets her do what she wants without interrupting her busy hands, moving an arm when the shirt has to come off. Then, he leans against the sink, fingers tapping against the marble. "Yes, quite right, I'd rather not be awake for it.''
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Post by Frenzy on May 23, 2012 18:09:40 GMT -5
Cipher smiles fondly as she takes his shirt from him. "Oh, Arthur. Go to bed. We'll kill everyone in the morning."
She'll even be there at his door in the morning with breakfast, maps, and as much intelligence as she can scrape together tonight.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 23, 2012 18:21:26 GMT -5
That promise makes Arthur's eyes drift her way again. He steps away from the sink and closer to her, bringing a hand up to brush the outside of his fingers over her cheek. The warmth of her skin would have made him smile, if her murderous words had not already produced quite a wicked one. "You always know just what to say to just make me appreciate you all the more...''
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