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damned_institute2009-10-27 06:17 pm
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Night 44: Pharmacy
[Breakin' down doors since 2813~]
Though Edward didn't look like he were about to attack, Venom remained cautious regardless as he entered this new room. He'd been trained to not let his guard down in a situation like this and kept the wooden bar held firmly in one hand, refusing to let it go. Unfortunately, for what he had planned, he wouldn't be able to completely keep an eye on things and would therefore have to put some amount of trust in this strange boy.
He didn't want to trust anyone on such short notice, he really didn't, but it was necessary. In order to have some sort of calm and reduce chaos for the rest of the night (because he wanted to get something done, damn it. He was going to make progress tonight), it was, sadly, very necessary.
He motioned for the other two to wait by the desk in the northern corner of the room as he himself made his way to examine the rest of the room, scanning for anything useful. Sedatives, sedatives... There had to be something if this institute wanted any credibility in their facade. Venom kept searching the shelves, fingers trailing over the labels, his back to the others even when he gave out more orders to the more coherent of the two. "Keep Edward occupied for a moment. I don't care how."
Though Edward didn't look like he were about to attack, Venom remained cautious regardless as he entered this new room. He'd been trained to not let his guard down in a situation like this and kept the wooden bar held firmly in one hand, refusing to let it go. Unfortunately, for what he had planned, he wouldn't be able to completely keep an eye on things and would therefore have to put some amount of trust in this strange boy.
He didn't want to trust anyone on such short notice, he really didn't, but it was necessary. In order to have some sort of calm and reduce chaos for the rest of the night (because he wanted to get something done, damn it. He was going to make progress tonight), it was, sadly, very necessary.
He motioned for the other two to wait by the desk in the northern corner of the room as he himself made his way to examine the rest of the room, scanning for anything useful. Sedatives, sedatives... There had to be something if this institute wanted any credibility in their facade. Venom kept searching the shelves, fingers trailing over the labels, his back to the others even when he gave out more orders to the more coherent of the two. "Keep Edward occupied for a moment. I don't care how."
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Venom's words were heard this time; could he read minds too? How unfortunate. At least he also knew what to look for.
But he wasn't going to wait idly by, either. "Time is too slow for those who wait," he shook his head, moving past the still-unnamed boy roughly to finger through the shelves closest to him, knocking useless bottles of anti-diarrhea medication and laxative tablets.
There! A bottle of round, orange-tinted tablets were emptied out into his hand - they should have been ignored; the whole room should have, but so many things had changed so perhaps this one - and swallowed, before his fingers wrapped around his head once again.
The song was still there, hardly muffled by the walls and the movements that had brought him here; the pain had helped before, so maybe -
Moving back to the desk, he pushed the computer off the desk - the crash it landed with was loud, but barely scratching the surface of the song - and sat on the white top, trying to push the madness out.
It simply wasn't working.
With no hesitant movements, the vampire carefully unrolled one of the yellow-stained bandages from around his elbow. The burn underneath was still pulsating and red. Fresh. When one of his nails pierced through the a scab rolling along his elbow and cleansed itself in blood and a yellow, viscous fluid, he couldn't stifle the sharp intake of breath at the newest level of pain.
The song began ebbing away like a wave, the pain demanding precedence.
But the Seroquel tablets would take time to take effect, if they ever did - the pain was distracting, but not so much -
That was what he needed. Edward's head turned sharply to the brunet by the door. "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you," he said softly, wincing when his finger scraped against flesh inside his flesh; a lone maggot with a full stomach. Some stray wisp of unspoken words had caught his attention, and it would make a suitable distraction from the song's horrid notes.
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But the other two were in his way. Rolo just gave the older man a look when he asked Rolo to keep "Edward" occupied. Edward? The injured boy's name - and Rolo could see that Venom had a point when Edward started to knock aside medicine, Rolo wincing at the noises the bottles made as they clattered to the floor.
"Be quiet," Rolo hissed, knowing - or rather, not knowing, which was the problem - what kind of things Edward would attract, but the boy wouldn't listen. Rolo could only watch as Edward proceeded to swallow a bunch of tablets, and then move over to push a computer off a desk.
The loud crash just resonated loudly into the room and out into the hall, and Rolo was tempted to keep Edward "down" rather than occupied. Still, it seemed like the boy had gone completely crazy, now fingering his burn wound and tearing into it.
"... A story?" Edward was focused on him now, quietly asking for what he wanted to hear. Rolo furrowed his brow, thinking about his options.
Tell Edward a story, or just take the bat to his head and knock him out.
Closing the door behind him, Rolo decided against the second option. The older man cared enough about Edward to not abandon him, and seemed to be looking for medication for him. Without his Geass, he couldn't get the upper hand to take them both out if he had to... Life was so difficult without the damned thing, Rolo was actually starting to regret taking his power for granted.
Right, a story. Rolo wasn't about to share his life story to Edward, so he thought of one he could tell Edward to keep him occupied and hopefully quiet. Rolo wasn't really on for stories, though, deciding to just make one up on the spot. Edward seemed too insane to care.
"... John Stalvern waited. Um..." The boy's eyes flickered upwards in thought. "The, uh, lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air."
He paused for a moment, not sure where he was going with this.
"... There were demons in the base?"
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Don't think that way, he chastised himself. Don't let your emotions rise. Assassins don't feel, only act.
He sighed.
He knew drugs. It wasn't any secret that the Guild had its hand in more than just a few unsavory circles for the betterment of itself and, in order to keep a reign on these circles, he had to know just what was being produced, what it did, and how it was abused. He knew drugs, he knew which were useless, which were powerful, and which would kill a man with little outside help. He could find what he needed if the strange boy could keep Edward from causing so much noise. What was he doing?
Venom briefly turned his head back to watch the man push some device off the desk and the other boy doing nothing to stop him (useless...), then shook his head and went back to his search.
Ah! Lorazepam... This would have to work. Bottle in hand, he turned back to face-- What was he doing? "Edward!" He moved to pull the vampire's hand away from his burn, unconsciously flinching and closing his eyes at the sight of yellow and red bubble up from that damaged skin and the taste of bile rising in his own throat. Why hadn't the boy done anything? What the hell was he doing, telling stories?! What-- ...the bottles on the floor...?
If they had thought he sounded demanding and icy before, it was nothing compared to when he turned to face the smallest of the three and glared down at him. "Did he take anything? What did he take?" Damn it, this wasn't supposed to be this hard!
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The vampire laughed.
The mother hen swept through the room, demanding recognition and accepting no less. He finally lifted his sight to watch Venom again as he said, "Worry is a god, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse." Edward slid fluidly off the desktop, carefully tip-toeing around the shards of plastic. "It takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray." That was appropriate for the darker man, it turned out. Maybe that was why his hair was so light.
Though Venom's worry struck him as odd, the vampire was humored by it. Picking up the previously discarded bottle he had stolen tablets from, he ran three fingers on a strand of hair at Venom's back, slicking the fibers with blood and getting his attention to hold the bottle to him, label-outward. If his thoughts belied his knowledge of drugs, surely he would understand the broken message he was being brought.
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"I don't know!" Why the hell was everyone yelling at him? Rolo didn't remember agreeing to playing "babysitter" for the damn kid and he certainly didn't care what Edward took and how much. On the contrary, Rolo was hoping that Edward took enough drugs to knock himself out and save Rolo the trouble.
"You're the one who cares about him, you find out," was Rolo's "helpful" advice to the older man. Just... what did he do, what did he do to end up here and in the company of all of these crazy people?! It should have occurred to him sooner - this place, whatever it was, was masquerading as an asylum. There definitely had to be insane people here mixed in with the sane test subjects!
Still, Rolo didn't like the way the man accused him, like Edward's psychosis and everything was his fault. It left a bad taste in the boy's mouth and he felt like he was trapped in a room with Teresa and Euphemia all over again. He had just dealt with this - he didn't need more of it!
Rolo was about to just leave and come back to this place at another time (a damn shame - it figures, people just existed to get in his way), when an idea formed in his mind. Right, so Edward took a lot of seemingly unknown pills? To be honest, Rolo thought the boy was aware enough to know what he was taking since he was oddly specific about selecting them. But that was something that could be fixed easily.
"... It's OK, just make him throw it up, if it worries you. Do you want me to do it?" Rolo was giving Edward a glance, noting that he seemed lucid enough to try and show the older man what he did take.
In truth, Rolo just wanted an excuse to hit Edward with the bat.
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Personally, Venom was trying his hardest to ignore Edward's blabbering as he spoke to the third-wheel. It wasn't helping this discussion to have the vampire speaking nonsense and undermining how important this was (though the notion that the boy thought he cared about the monster's well-being struck a nerve. He didn't care about Edward. The man was a stranger and a liability and assassins didn't care about anything but the job. This was just a job. He didn't care). If the boy could't understand how a proper group worked together, then--
Gkh!
He was vividly aware of the small noise that managed to leave his lips, some strange mix of a gasp and an angry huff, before he could stop himself from doing it and reflexively turning to bat away the hand touching his hair. Insanity or no, Venom hadn't given Edward permission in terms of touching him whatsoever, especially not with his disgusting blood-smeared hand. No... Make that blood, pus, and glitter-smeared hand...
...I'm going to be sick.
It took a moment, but the nauseous feeling was pushed to the side and he fought back the intense need to not immediately paw at his hair to both see the damage and hope to God that it would get off of him. Instead, he focused on the bottle Edward had rudely brought to his attention and the amount missing. Seroquel...
"He'll be fine." The Guild Head turned on his heel and back toward the door, obviously simultaneously disgusted and relieved but too proud to call attention to it. "Let's go."
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The Seroquel must be working now. That in itself was a surprising thought - by all means, his biology should have rejected the medicine. Of course, he shouldn't bleed, either. Burning was acceptable (as vampire injuries went). The others that he had picked up were not.
Along with Venom's thoughts came Rolo's; as the music lessened, the woman's notes growing softer - or, perhaps, calmer - his companion's thoughts were leaking through the usual static.
Though his body had started to feel rather lethargic, his movement to stand in front of Rolo was fluid and quick. He didn't like all of this negativity, really. He was on the receiving end of more than enough of that from Rosalie -
- which was a pretty name. It didn't have pretty connotations, however -
"Vous devrais vous détendre," he said, trying to sound reassuring. It's too bad he'd promised someone he wouldn't hurt humans. Sometimes, they deserved it. "Aussi," the vampire continued, shaking the bottle of Seroquel still in his head. "You're not thinking of jetskis, are you?" Leaning closer, he blinked. "No, no you're not. Not jetskis."
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Perhaps he misunderstood the relationship between these two: While Rolo thought that older man was looking out for Edward, that seemed to change once Edward started to act up again. Staining the man's hair seemed to be the last straw, a rather... odd one, Rolo observed, but it was none of his business. Hence why he shook his head when the older man suggested they leave.
"I'm not done here. You guys can go," Rolo was wondering if he somehow gave the wrong impression that he was actually trying to help them, so he wanted to clear that up as soon as possible.
And then Edward spoke.
Gibberish at first, but as Edward suddenly appeared in front of Rolo with a surprising amount of dexterity, moving so fast that Rolo almost missed it when he blinked. He was caught a little off guard, unconsciously moving back as Edward moved forward, still speaking gibberish. Then he started to talk in English, words still unintel-
How did he know about that?!
Almost instantly, reflexively, Rolo gripped his bat and swung hard at Edward, aiming for his lower regions to inflict the most damage and disable him as quickly as possible so he could get out. Just like Teresa, there was something wrong with this guy, and -
A loud CRACK shattered the air, and his bat as the flimsy wood practically exploded on contact. A piece of the bat flew into the air, hitting a wall and rebounding off onto the floor. And Rolo was left holding what was left of it, staring at the splintered end with a look of confusion.
"...."
What.
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That was completely unacceptable.
He couldn't stay here. He couldn't stay here not knowing what was happening. He couldn't stay away from the Guild when
he needed itthey needed him, couldn't stand idly by while he was ripped away from his home and work. Nothing was going to stop him. These two were not not going to stop him and his mission to bring this place to ruin.But first? They were going to have to stop fighting. As much as he tried to control it, he could feel his temper flaring as the boy brought up his bat. He moved forward, reaching a hand out to try and yank the smaller of the three away from Edward--
CRACK
His motions completely stilled, any and all actions he was making completely dead in their tracks and his hand unconsciously recoiled away from the boy's arm (he hadn't even had the time to grab him, really) as his mind tried to process just what had happened.
"..."
He... That...
Words. They failed him.