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"Sorry to tell you this," She replied, "but you aren't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy."
The poor man must be delusional in his pain, but hopefully the little joke would help lighten his mood. Just as before, she wasn't certain what to do. He was obviously in pain, needed a healer, but she wasn't sure if she could safely move him and his life wasn't in immediate danger.
He laughed a little, defiantly - bad choice. One of his ribs decided to make its state known, and his laugh turned into a groan. He paused to take a mental inventory of his aches and pains before answering.
"Ribs. Two, maybe. Left ankle. Bleeding in a dozen places, but of course this all has to look like an accident," he muttered. "Just another foolish American going somewhere he shouldn't."
Something was broken and from his reaction, it was probably a rib and then she noticed the brand mark. But his reply gave her a better idea of how to help. There was quite a bit of damage, whoever had beaten him had been thorough, but she was uncertain if killing him had been their goal.
"You think I'm kidding, but you aren't in your world anymore," she said softly, slowly reaching out a hand to lay it on his shoulder. "You're safer now, I promise."
Edited (Alex is too fast for me :P) 2015-10-17 16:49 (UTC)
"No kidding. There's enough sodium amytal in my system to send me to the fuckin' moon." Because of course they'd dosed him up with enough truth serum to down a horse. He hadn't talked, though. He hadn't talked, he was sure of that. He hadn't said a damn thing. Because the alternative would be putting Jake in danger. Damn the patriotism, damn the mission, damn all of it directly to the deepest circle of European hell, because he'd burn all of it to the ground before he let Jake take the fall for his mistakes.
"Safer?" He laughed again, and grimaced because of his ribs. "I doubt that."
Truth serum, probably quite a bit if he was this out of it. She moved a bit closer, looking into his eyes to gauge whether or not he had a concussion and wishing she had a light in order to check the constriction of his pupils. She sighed at his refusal to believe her, but she didn't blame him, he had probably been tortured, not just beaten.
"Trust me," she replied, "No one is going to hurt you now. Let me get you to a healer."
"This is a trick," he said, closing his eyes. "It's a trick. I know what you're going to do, put me in a building on the outskirts of Grozny and call in an airstrike. Just another casualty of war."
Or, worse, use him as bait for Jake and take them both out with one fell swoop.
"Did you tell Jack I was okay?" The distinction was important. Jack, not Jake. 'Jack' should have been enough of a warning to Jake to get him to know something was very wrong. If she corrects him and says 'Jake', he'll know he broke under torture and talked. And that would have killed them both.
"I have no idea who Jack is...and we don't have airplanes in Keeliai."
He wasn't going to trust her, so now the question became 'how hard would he fight her if she tried to move him'. She could handle whatever he threw at her, but panicking and fighting would only aggravate his injuries.
Keeliai, Keeliai...that didn't sound like anywhere in Chechnya he knew about. He also knew that the Russians had taken out the entee Chechen air force in the early days of the war, so that was probably what she meant. So she was most likely a Chechen freedom fighter. Not necessarily good, not necessarily bad.
"And where's Keeliai when it's at home?" The mountains, maybe? God, Jake would never find him there.
Oh dear, he was going to think she was crazy if she told him the truth.
"You aren't on your world anymore," she said calmly, "There are more of us, people pulled from their homelands, we're all stuck here until the Dreaming, or Eva's Spell, or whatever dragged us here lets us go home."
No point in telling him the Keeliai was on the back of a giant turtle, that would probably make him shut down completely, or laugh and hurt his ribs again.
(Sorry dude, if China Sorrow's magic couldn't seduce her, you've got no chance.)
It sounded crazy when she first heard it too, but it was easier to digest if you weren't high on drugs, because any proof she tried to show him would be dismissed.
"You don't believe me." It was a statement, not a question. "Perhaps this will make more sense to you." She was going to twist things, had to if this guy was going to have even a chance of trusting her. "The ruler of this place brought us here against our will and so far, no one has been able to escape. Released, yes, but otherwise we are essentially prisoners on this island."
(Not this hot woman, especially since she's an empath.)
"We have cellphone-like devices, but they are local use only"
Poor guy, he was quite pathetic, good thing this wasn't a year ago or she might have considered putting him out of his misery, but the though didn't even cross her mind.
"I'm not going to poke you in the eye with a stick," she said slowly, "Now, are you going to help me get you to a doctor or are you going to make me carry you?"
She switched sides to keep weight off his injured ankle. Gently lifting his arm over her neck and shoulders and pulling him against her to support his weight as she lifted him to his feet.
"We'll go slow, if you need a break, let me know."
'Handsome'? Aw yes. Even beat half to death, he's still got it.
He hissed a little in pain as he was pulled to his feet. "So...what kind of doctor are we talking? Is this going to be the kind of thing where I bite on a strip of leather and pray, or?"
"Yeah. Sure. Okay." Hey, as long as the cure wasn't worse than the affliction, he'd try anything at this point. Up to and including goat eyeball stew.
"What the hell is wrong with my wrist? Have people been putting cigarettes out on me?" Damn, he shouldn't have said that. Now he really wanted a smoke. The joke was said lightly, to help him avoid thinking about the vague memory of the branding iron and the pain so intense he'd passed out.
She didn't look at his wrist, focusing on keeping him balanced.
"That's one way of looking at it," she said, not wanting to make him focus on it for too long. he seemed in good spirits despite the pain he was in, but she knew it wouldn't last.
"Well, shit, the least they could do would be to offer me one, too. Pretty fucking rude, to burn a guy with your cigarette and not let him at least have a puff or two," he says, pouting a little for comedic effect.
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The poor man must be delusional in his pain, but hopefully the little joke would help lighten his mood. Just as before, she wasn't certain what to do. He was obviously in pain, needed a healer, but she wasn't sure if she could safely move him and his life wasn't in immediate danger.
"Is anything broken?"
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"Ribs. Two, maybe. Left ankle. Bleeding in a dozen places, but of course this all has to look like an accident," he muttered. "Just another foolish American going somewhere he shouldn't."
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"You think I'm kidding, but you aren't in your world anymore," she said softly, slowly reaching out a hand to lay it on his shoulder. "You're safer now, I promise."
THUMBS OF FURY
"Safer?" He laughed again, and grimaced because of his ribs. "I doubt that."
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"Trust me," she replied, "No one is going to hurt you now. Let me get you to a healer."
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Or, worse, use him as bait for Jake and take them both out with one fell swoop.
"Did you tell Jack I was okay?" The distinction was important. Jack, not Jake. 'Jack' should have been enough of a warning to Jake to get him to know something was very wrong. If she corrects him and says 'Jake', he'll know he broke under torture and talked. And that would have killed them both.
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He wasn't going to trust her, so now the question became 'how hard would he fight her if she tried to move him'. She could handle whatever he threw at her, but panicking and fighting would only aggravate his injuries.
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"And where's Keeliai when it's at home?" The mountains, maybe? God, Jake would never find him there.
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"You aren't on your world anymore," she said calmly, "There are more of us, people pulled from their homelands, we're all stuck here until the Dreaming, or Eva's Spell, or whatever dragged us here lets us go home."
No point in telling him the Keeliai was on the back of a giant turtle, that would probably make him shut down completely, or laugh and hurt his ribs again.
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Okay, goals:
Step 1: Seduce crazy (but hot) woman. Potentially by being pathetic.
Step 2: Escape to somewhere with a phone.
Step 3: CALL JAKE.
"Yeah. Okay. Whatever. Sounds reasonable." Clearly he was more high than he'd thought.
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It sounded crazy when she first heard it too, but it was easier to digest if you weren't high on drugs, because any proof she tried to show him would be dismissed.
"You don't believe me." It was a statement, not a question. "Perhaps this will make more sense to you." She was going to twist things, had to if this guy was going to have even a chance of trusting her. "The ruler of this place brought us here against our will and so far, no one has been able to escape. Released, yes, but otherwise we are essentially prisoners on this island."
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"Island, island." Islands. Where would he be on an island? Why would he be on an island??
"So we're prisoners. No chance of a sat-phone around?"
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"We have cellphone-like devices, but they are local use only"
Poor guy, he was quite pathetic, good thing this wasn't a year ago or she might have considered putting him out of his misery, but the though didn't even cross her mind.
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"...okay. Local radios." He's going to be impressed when he sees them, though. He's from 1995. "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick."
Beat.
"Don't poke me in the eye with a sharp stick."
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She switched sides to keep weight off his injured ankle. Gently lifting his arm over her neck and shoulders and pulling him against her to support his weight as she lifted him to his feet.
"We'll go slow, if you need a break, let me know."
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He hissed a little in pain as he was pulled to his feet. "So...what kind of doctor are we talking? Is this going to be the kind of thing where I bite on a strip of leather and pray, or?"
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"Our doctors are very good, it will be fairly painless, I promise."
Raine could heal with her magic, so could Aqua and, to an extent, Cain. So it wasn't a lie.
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Right, well, now she sounded crazy again.
"If magic was a thing anyway."
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"What the hell is wrong with my wrist? Have people been putting cigarettes out on me?" Damn, he shouldn't have said that. Now he really wanted a smoke. The joke was said lightly, to help him avoid thinking about the vague memory of the branding iron and the pain so intense he'd passed out.
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"That's one way of looking at it," she said, not wanting to make him focus on it for too long. he seemed in good spirits despite the pain he was in, but she knew it wouldn't last.
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