damned_institute | Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

Lucivar howled with laughter, tears forming in his eyes. "It certainly seems that way," he remarked, grinning at his brother. Oh, he knew he was most likely making things worse as he seriously doubted Daemon had actually engaged his own body in any sort of sexual act. There may have been something going on but Daemon didn't need to use his physical body to create pleasurable sensations.

Of course, with their powers severely limited...

Lucivar coughed as he sought to get himself under control once more. He turned to River who certainly seemed distressed about the revelation. "Lady, they are far too clothed to be involved in anything other then a mere kiss. I think it is safe to say that we've interrupted before either of them engaged in any sort of intercourse. Their innocence is still intact. At least, as far as I know."

"WHAT?" Red face or no, Renji was on his feet in a moment, hands clenched at his sides. "How can you even say that? I don't -- we --- what --" It ended up in something like a frustrated howl. "I would not be so unfaithful! River--"

He ran out of things to say. So he kicked over the desk.

"Now don't do that," Daemon chided mildly, doing his best to stifle his mirth... and failing horribly.

"The desk never did anything to you."

"It could've been a quickie!" River insisted, still hiding in a small bundle of girl behind Daemon's brother. They were all so amused, but the matter was actually quite traumatic. "Daemon's been sedated, and Renji always rushes in swinging anyway!"

Lucivar coughed as the thought of Daemon being quick at anything in the bedroom was laughable. "If there's one thing Daemon knows is how not to rush," Lucivar mused. "It's not what he was trained for, after all."

He looked over at the overturned desk and back up at Renji, smiling. "Making a mess isn't going to help your case," he said. "You're only proving the lady's point."

His temper was willing to continue; the entire situation, the humiliation of it, was pissing him off. But the flesh was still quite, pathetically weak. Renji rounded on Lucivar to say something, and the room just kept going around. He stumbled a step, grabbed unsuccessfully at thin air, and then simply fell over.

He was lucky enough to not hit his head on anything on his way down, but it didn't change the fact that his ears were ringing and for the moment his vision had gone dark.

Daemon's laughter stopped abruptly as Renji swayed, and then he was on his feet, catching the redhead on the way down, a concerned frown on his face as the Shinigami lost his consciousness for a moment. "Stupid, stubborn idiot," he snarled out in exasperation with a roll of his eyes as he braced himself against the bed, supporting the other man in his arms.

"I told you you shouldn't have healed me. Lucivar, help me get him on the bed, would you?" Daemon grumbled, torn between amusement and exasperation as he staggered under the other man's weight, his own strength not what it normally was.

River peered from her safe zone to watch as Renji passed out right then and there. Naturally, she was concerned, but everything... all of it, and the fact that her brains wouldn't give her a straight answer. It was too much. Upon hearing her protective barrier commissioned to help with the arrangement of the Renji, she tore across the room to dive under the desk, curled up in a small ball as she watched the scene unfold intently.

At least no one was laughing anymore. River didn't even notice as her lower lip stuck out in the same pout she'd given Lucivar earlier.

"Mother Night," Lucivar snarled, seeing Daemon bow under the weight of Renji which shouldn't have happened. He rushed over to help and gritted his teeth when he realized that even he was straining to lift Renji.

"Ow," Lucivar said, something bumping hard against his leg. "What-"

He pulled out a large weapon wrapped in a sheet and gave Daemon a curious look. "Where did he get this? Do you know?"

"There are weaponsmiths here, I've heard," Daemon answered with a grunt as the pair of them maneuvered the redhead onto his bed once more. "Either that or he found it in the same place he found his clothing from home. I'm not sure."

He leaned over the Shinigami worriedly, automatically watching for the rise and fall of his chest to make sure he was alright.

Lucivar whistled at the sword, grasping the hilt. He took the sheet and pressed it against the blade, judging it's sharpness. "Not an Eyrien war blade but it will do," Lucivar said, clearly impressed. "Especially if it came from this place. And to think those orderlies gave me funny looks when I reached for my fork. Imagine if I had this in my hand."

"I'd rather not imagine it, thanks," Daemon replied dryly. "Things get messy when you get sharp, pointy objects in your hand."

Renji's pulse seemed even and measured, and Daemon reached out to shake the Shinigami's shoulder, seeing if he could wake him. With his back turned, he never saw River creep for the door as she dashed from beneath the desk.

"Renji?" he called, quietly, trying to rouse the redhead.

Sound started filtering back in to the temporary blankness, as did sensation. Someone was screwing with his weapon; in his mental confusion, he didn't quite understand why someone would be dumb enough to try to take a zanpakuto. But it didn't really matter. Either way, he didn't like it.

His eyes flew open; one hand shot out to grab Lucivar's wrist; with the other, he took a swing at the obvious target; Daemon.

It took a second for Lucivar to swing the blade around to press against Renji's neck. He growled, instinct taking over the moment he felt the hand on his wrist and saw his brother attacked. It was a testament to his self-control that he didn't cut off Renji's head. "Release me," he snarled, glaring down at the red head.

Daemon was semi-prepared for the abrupt waking, however, and managed to block the blow before it connected. His other hand was already moving to Lucivar's shoulder, moving his brother back.

"Enough, Lucivar, let him go. Let his weapon go. You'd react the same if abruptly awakened." His voice was quiet, but there was an edge beneath the words, his golden gaze sharp as it flicked from the redhead and his brother.

"Let go of my zan--" he paused for a moment, seemingly unbothered by the fact that his own sword was at his throat; he was far too angry to even consider being worried. He had to mentally start over, though, because things were rearranging themselves in his mind. "Let go of my sword, asshole," he said. He'd been through a lot of shit to get the thing made; he wasn't about to just let Daemon's brother take it. He might as well get his damn head cut off if he were that weak.

Besides, he was pretty sure he could manage a flashstep and do something before he blacked out again. That made the sword at his throat much less worrying.

Lucivar glared at Renji and then at his brother, meeting his gaze before he pulled the sword away from Renji's throat and placed it on the ground. "Don't strike him again in front of me, boyo," Lucivar snapped at Renji. "I don't care how weak you are, I will put you in your place."

"I'm quite capable of putting him there myself at this point, if need be, you realize," Daemon replied wryly, even if he couldn't. Lucivar didn't need to know that, not just yet.

An intent golden gaze turned back to Renji. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"Put your dick back in your pants," Renji snarled at Lucivar. He didn't care if he was flat on his back, he wasn't going to take a childish threat like that silently. Old habits died hard. "Save the show for some ladies that'll give a fuck."

He managed to not glare or even snarl at Daemon, though he was tempted. "I'm fine," he said. He was pretty sure this entirely situation couldn't get any more stupid.

And speaking of that, he didn't really want to be in such an inferior position any more. He started to sit up, though cautiously since he was still feeling a bit... odd.

Edited 2008-03-04 02:37 (UTC)

"Rather hard to deny the fact you were after what's in my brother's pants if you're commenting about what's in mine," Lucivar snorted, though he wrapped the sword back up in the sheets Renji had it in originally before laying it on the floor away from Renji's hand. He couldn't care less if he was feeling all right. What he needed was a good kick in the head to stop his mouth from running. Lucivar was silently volunteering for the privilege.

"Lucivar," Daemon chided cautiously, shooting his brother a glance over his shoulder, before giving the same one to Renji. "You too. We're supposed to be all adults here. Act like it."

Speaking of which...

Daemon turned, his gaze going to the now-abandoned desk, looking surprised. "Where's River?"

Renji shot Lucivar a nasty look, but bit his tongue. Ignoring the man had worked the first time. Maybe it would work again. Though apparently the guy was an even bigger jackass when not under the influence of drugs.

He did give Daemon a rather toothy grin, though. "Dunno. Can't really grow up if you died as a kid."

So far sitting had worked alright. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned over to grab the sword. He made a displeased noise as he inspected the careless way Lucivar had wrapped it back up. He undid the sheets and wrapped it up again, this time to his satisfaction.

"Wasn't my turn to watch her," he said, sounding peeved again. He loved the kid, he really did, but she'd certainly kicked this mess into being. Still, he stopped for a moment, bowing his head to get at least a sense of the threads, tracing the direction she'd gone. "She's fine," he said. "Might want to leave her alone. Sure seems to be in a mood." The effort made his hand start pounding again, and he reached up an slightly unsteady hand to pinch off the inevitable nosebleed.

Lucivar stood up and looked under the table, frowning when he noticed she was gone. "She must have slipped out the door," Lucivar said, looking at the opened door that lead into the hallway. "She can take care of herself, right? She seemed as if she was walking in the Twisted Kingdom so... I suppose it's not strange that she's wandered off."

Still, he worried that she would run into trouble on her own. Even women who could protect themselves still were in danger of being hurt.

"Honestly, Renji," Daemon sighed in exasperation, grabbing his napkin from his food tray and handing it to the redhead. "No wonder you're swooning on me. Stop casting things when you've already been weakened. And yes," he added, glancing at Renji. "River should be fine. I think she's capable of singlehandedly protecting all of us, let alone herself."

Although he was rather worried about this 'mood' Renji said she was in. That was never a good thing when it came to unpredictable females.

He shrugged and muttered something noncommittal. He didn't like being on his face all the time, but sometimes stuff just had to be done. Then there was nothing to be done but to just do it. "Swooning my ass. This isn't some trashy novel," he muttered a little louder.

"Yeah," he said, in agreement with Daemon over River's ability to take care of herself. "Only problem she's ever had was Ichimaru. And that wasn't anything anyone could've fought right against."

He took a couple of deep breaths and stood. His head hurt, but he was mostly steady, though he still had the napkin to his nose. "I need to get to taichou. I'm already late."

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