-everything /hurts/... and yet nothing at all hurts. Lou stumbles down the dark, garden path of one of the slightly foresty areas of the
school, trying to remember where his dorm room was, where he was, what he was trying to get away from, oh god how does he even work his
legs??-
*And Luc.... He's just taking a walk. Just enjoying the summer night, and his solitude with his thoughts. But then... He hears the crackle
of another walking on the leaves that scatter along the path. And he narrows his eyes and searches among the dim lights of the path - until
he sees a silhouette up ahead. And immediately, he can see that it is Lou.* Lou? Louis, why are you out here so late?
-looks up and oh fuck, he looks so /confused/. So /lost/. So much unlike the slightly brazen, fiery young man that came to the school a few
months ago. Nothing like the man he was yesterday. Or earlier today, that is. He seems... torn between stumbling away and stumbling towards
Luc, lips trying to form the word 'help' but not remembering how to do even /that/.-
-so he just stands there, slumped slightly and looking like a complete zombie.-
*Luc can tell something up and quickly runs up to him, gently placing his hands on either of the boy's - yes, the /boy/, he certainly looks
like a boy right now - shoulders. He tries to get Lou to look at him, honestly feeling pretty scared.* Lou - Lou, talk to me. What's wrong?
-he's shaken, and he weakly responds with a hand grabbing Luc's wrist. Wind breezes over his skin, but it dies like a put out candle. His
eyes are unfocused, and he's trying to look at Luc, /trying/ but not succeeding.- W-wrong..?
*moves his hands on either side of Lou's face, holding it to face his.* Talk to me. *when he sees that the other is /so/ out of it, he
gently grabs the other's wrist.* Come on. I'm taking you to Cam. *pulls Lou forward and wraps an arm around his shoulders. Comfortingly.*
-His lips part slightly when Luc holds his face. And then nods dumbly and leans slightly into Luc, closing his eyes briefly as the other
puts an arm around his shoulder.-
Cam: -is puttering around in his office, like always. It's not that late. Just around 10. He's considering heading to his room but... nah.
Not yet. He has to finish dusting his knickknacks.-
*takes his cellphone out of his pocket and texts Cam, telling him that he's heading up with Lou and that he needs some input. Heads up to
his office, an arm still protectively over Lou's shoulders. Knocks on Cam's door.* Cam? Can we come in?
Cam: Yeah, go ahead! -hops back in his wheel chair hmm hmm hmm~-
Lou: -has not said one word since Luc brought him here, only mumbling things that are either complete jibberish or not even words at all.-
*Luc looks worried. Worried as hell.* There's definitely something wrong with Lou - he's hardly talked, and anything he's said doesn't make
any sense. His eyes look.... vacant. *he gently leads Lou forward, towards Cam.* Can you figure anything out?
Cam: -Looks alarmed. pulls Lou forward, holds their foreheads together and closes his eyes. Silent for a few moments.-
Cam: -pulls back a few moments later.- Where did you find him?
Out on the path. I was just taking a walk and he was... wandering. *looks pretty fucking troubled.* What's wrong with him?
Cam: -examines, and Lou's just kind of.. there.- Someone's been messing with his mind. To be specific, memories. But they fucked up, and now
he's frazzled.
*okay, now he looks /freaked out/.* Is there anything you can do to fix it?? Jesus Christ... *places a hand on Lou's shoulder. Jesus Christ,
Lou is basically his favourite student. How could this have happened to him?..*
Cam: I can... try. But most likely he'll just need a few days to recuperate. It won't be too bad, it's not permanent or serious. He's just
frazzled.
Just... who did this? Any ideas?
*thinks for a moment... But it doesn't take long.* Who the fuck else? Probably Duncan. Or maybe Cain. But memories... That's more up
Duncan's alley. *oh, god, he's pissed.* Fucking asshole.
Duncan? Would give him a reason, I guess. I heard rumors. -thinks. Curses and crosses his arms.- Duncan hasn't been at the school since
around noon. He probably left after he did this to Lou. /IF/ he did this to Lou.
*irritated. Now he's /convinced/ it was Duncan, and nothing will convince him otherwise.* Why don't you check /those/ memories? I bet those
aren't broken. Try it.
Those memories? Of.. Alright. -closes his eyes again, and Lou is unmoving. ..until he starts to furrow his brow and.. oh god. He moans in
pain.-
-Cam immediately stops, opens his eyes and looks at Lou, who's holding his head in his hands.-
*still has a hand on Lou's shoulder. Rubs his thumb in circles, lightly massaging his skin.* Shh, shh. Lou, it's okay. It's okay. *looks at
Cam. Fuck, he's going to kill the dickhead who did this. AKA Duncan.*
It's getting late. -looks at both of them.- He'll be alright. I'll look into finding Duncan. Would you rather have him stay in the infirmary
or in your apartment?
.... I'd rather be able to watch over him. I don't want him to be alone right now. And I know if Cas saw him, she'd stay up all night
fretting. *shakes his head.* I'll take care of him.
*looks at Lou. In the eye.* Is that alright, Lou? Do you want to stay with me?
Lou: -has calmed down from the pain with Cam, back to the fuzziness and the inability to really register what's going on.- Sleep?
Cam: Hopefully he'll be okay in a week or two. It /should/ go away. His mind is already trying to repair itself.
Luc: *nods. Moves his arm and places it around Lou's shoulders again.* Yeah. Sleep. *looks up at Cam.* Thanks. And don't worry about finding
Duncan. I'll do it myself.
Cam: -shakes his head.- Duncan's a slinky asshole. You'll need all the help you can get.
Lou: -leans against him, ububu.-
*sighs.* Yeah. Okay. *kisses Lou on the top of the head. Very brotherly ubububu.* Night, Cam. And thanks again.
Cam: No problem. -nods.- Make sure he eats!
*nods.* I will. *and thusly begins Lou's recovery.*
*As the other lounges on his couch, his roommate gone somewhere or other, Cain knocks on the door.* Lou!~ May I come in
?
Lou: -stirs slightly. Was sleeping. Buuut.. stands and makes his way to the door. He's been able to stay alone lately. Opens it.- Professor
Cain? -blink.-
I thought you left?
*waves the question away as he takes Lou's hand and pulls him into a hug.* I did, but I came back. For you, Louis! *nuzzles ububu.*
For me? -blinks, pulled into a hug and is nuzzled.- Why me? Thank you? -awkwardly reciprocates.-
*pulls back and smiles.* You know why I came back for you~ You're absolutely vital to our cause. You know that, don't you? *vocal
hypnotization, awright.*
I'm vital to your cause? Yeah, I am. -nods his head.- I knew that. I know it. -nod nod nod.-
Of course you do, love. *kisses his forehead, looks him in the eyes.* And it's because I care about you. More than anyone else, right?
*already tugging him out of the room. They have to get out of there before they're spotted, mhm.*
Because you care about me. More than anyone else. Yeah. -nods his head again, tugged out of the room and into the hallway.-
Michel: -standing watch nearby, mhmm. No one's coming.-
*smiles and takes his hand.* Come on, Louie. You're leaving with us. *ushers him down the hall, hmhmhm.*
Chris: -happens to stroll down the hallway, sees Lou. Hasn't seen Lou in ages. Calls out.- Lou! Lou! Heeey!! Lou!
Lou: I'm leaving with you. -nods, ushered down the hall.-
Tell your friend you will speak with him later. *his voice is only mildly irritated, still trying to get out of there ASAP. If they run into
Luc or Cam, he knows a nasty fight would ensue. And he'd rather not have that.*
Lou: I'll talk to you later, Chris! -calls out, but noope. Chris continues to follow.-
Chris: -he runs up to them, grabbing Lou's wrist.- Waaaait Louuuu. We haven't talked in ages! Where have you been, lately? -chipper
expression.-
*turns on Chris, then.* Christoph, why don't you head back to your room and make out with your /boyfriend/. *actually a more irrational tone
than he might usually have, but he is in a hurry.*
Chris: -nods and heads back to his room. Immediately hops on top of Marc who's reading and starts to kiss him messily mhmmm.-
Lou: -still toted around like a toddler yepyep yep yep.-
*whispering in Lou's ear.* You're glad to come with us, aren't you? Absolutely thrilled. You know that the world needs to be cleansed of
those without the chosen blood of mutants. You know that the 'normal' people are the anomaly, don't you?...
-and he reaches out with his other hand to gently grab onto Cain's shirt.- I'm glad to come with you. I /want/ to come with you. You're
right. The world needs to be cleansed. It's dirty. They're dirty. Anomalies. Dirty anomalies.
You know that any mutant who thinks that humans and mutants can coexist is just as bad as the humans... You know that, right? *kisses his
cheek. Cooing.* You're so sweet, Lou. So precious. I've always admired you, love...
Coexisting is bad. -nods his head.- You're right. I knew that. It's right. They're wrong. -leans into the kiss, moving to kiss his cheek as
well.- No. I've admired /you/. -nuzzles him slightly.-
*is happy like a fucking kid in a candy shop.* Oh, you are so /sweet/, Lou. *escorting him out of the school, hmhmhm.* Everyone will be so
happy that you're joining us~ It's a shame that girl of yours doesn't agree, but who needs her, right? Obviously she's just scum like the
rest of them. *nuzzles right back.*
*Meanwhile, Luc goes to check on Lou and discovers that he's not in his room. He's not freaked out yet, but he goes down the hall to ask
Lou's neighbors (Chris and Marc) if they've seen him.*
-escorted out heeheee...- I don't need her. She's scum. I don't need scum. -nods his head before nuzzling him again, mhmm.-
Chris: -chris left the door slightly ajar, and Chris is having an intense make out session with Marc that he just can't seem to /stop/.
His mouth can't seem to stop sucking on Marc's lower lip, or moaning into the other's mouth.-
Cain: *cooing.* Good, good. You know that everything they've taught you at that school... It's been a lie. All of it. Except for what you've
heard from me or Michel or Duncan. *heading to meet the other right now, as-a-matter-of-fact.*
Marc: *NOT REALLY OPPOSED but trying to pull away from the other to ask what's gotten into him, without much success.*
Luc: *knocks on the door. And when that doesn't work, he's in too damn much of a hurry to care about decency. He strides over and lifts
Chris off Marc by the back of the neck of his shirt.* Hey. Lovebirds. Have you seen Lou around?
Lou: -nods.- A lie. Everything was a lie. Except for what you taught me. -nods. nods.-
Michel: -is following after.-
Duncan: -he loathes Cain. Except.. Cain's asking to meet up with him in this dingy little bar pub thing. What the hell.-
Chris: -is lifted off Marc like a kitten being lifted by the scruff of his neck. Looks like he's about to wriggle, wanting to continue his
intense make out before he realizes that he doesn't really remember what spurred it on.- ............ What. -obv confused.-
Cain: *waits outside the pub, holding Lou's hand. Looks up at Michel.* Can you bring him out here? We don't need him to use his powers in
/there/. *a little huffy. Does /not/ like dealing with Duncan, but it's sort of a necessity.*
Marc: *breathing heavy, looking between Chris and Luc. Aroused and confused skdjf;lf*
Luc: *exasperated.* You heard what I said. Lou. Have you seen Lou in the last couple hours??
Michel: -nods and goes inside. Duncan follows after him, all coolheaded and devious plotting until he sees Lou.-
Duncan: /Lou/?
Chris: ..Lou. ... -takes a few moments to clear his head.- Yeah! I saw him leaving with someone, he said something,
but then I had the biggest urge to come back and make out with Marc. -turns a bit redder at that last part.-
Luc: *groans.* Jesus fuck, which way did they go???
Marc: *still damn confused.*
Cain: *smiles slyly at Duncan, cuddling up next to Lou. Baiting, a bit.* Mhm~ The one and only. Say hi to your sweetie-pie Duncan, Louie~
Chris: Um, um--well, they were leaving the building... and... Lou was feeling--... he wasn't feeling anything.
And the other seemed irritated! And then there was a third guy, but he just.. /cold/. That's all I remember. -herpderp ;;-
Duncan: Well, I see you're tainting him with your filth.
Michel: -hmmm examines their surroundings.-
Lou: Hi, Duncan. -blank ububu.-
Luc: *immediately knows. It has to be Cain.* Thanks. Now, go back to your... making out. *LEAVES QUICK AS FUCK TO GO SAVE LOU doesn't even
bother to find Cam but his thoughts may be /screaming/ loudly enough for the other to hear.*
Cain: *cold smile.* And I can tell that /you've/ been tainting him with your inability to control your own powers. His thoughts are so....
sterile. As though they're healing. *gazes at Duncan.* But I'm not here to fight with you. I brought him so that you could have a second
chance!~
Cam: -unfortunately, is on the FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR other side of the school and distracted by a chemistry class. Lord
help them all.-
Cam: -wait though.. the tendrils of a loud screaming... oh. Luc? What's up? He listens more intently.-
Cam: -...well. It's gone now. Darn.-
Duncan: It wasn't my fault. He fought it too hard. -crosses his arms slightly, no expression crossing his face. Cocks his brow though.-
Second chance?
Lou: -stands there like a trophy bride mmmhmmm.-
Cain: I'm aware of what you were trying to do. And it's your business if you'd like him as your... sex slave. But what /I'm/ interested in
Pri Rovi
is
having another strong mutant on our side. And for that, I believe you deserve another chance to try your hand at him. Since he's so obedient
now. *nuzzles Lou's cheek.*
Luc: *fuck, fuck, he stops halfway because he has /no/ damn idea where to go... He needs help. He does. So he goes to find Vitt.*
Vitt: -reading a book on a free period, sitting in the common room lounge thing. Eats an apple.-
Lou: -leans into the nuzzle, nuzzling back himself and kissing gently ububu.-
Duncan: What's the catch, Cain? -he makes a mental command in Lou's direction, and the other pulls away from Cain to walk towards
Duncan, into the other's arms.-
Cain: *a little irritated.* I told you. His powers have a lot of potential, and I'd rather not have him on the opposing side. *goes to
Michel, instead. ububu.*
Luc: *comes upon Vitt at a fucking sprint and has to slide to a halt. Almost falls and breaks his head open.* I need your help. Lou's been
kidnapped. Gotta..... Track 'im. *breathing hard. Very hard.*
Michel: -wraps an arm around Cain mhmm.-
Vitt: Kidnapped? Alright. Calm down. By who? Any leads?
Duncan: Alright, I'll buy it. -wraps his arms around Lou for a moment, burying his nose in the other's hair but then looks up at Cain.-
Don't you want to fool around with him a little first?
I've still got some things I need to take care of, and I'm sure you have some kinky lust in you somewhere.
A lot, rather.
Cain: *smirks a little. Amused.* Are you saying you're allowing me the /privilege/?
Luc: Cain... Cain 'n Michel.... No time for this, we have to /go/. *looks at him. Obviously sincere as all hell.*
Duncan: -shakes his head.- I'm /saying/, what's a little cockslut sharing between allies? -smirks as well.-
Vitt: -nods his head.- Lead the way.
Cain: *looks at him for a moment, examining his face. Then he smiles.* Come here, Louie. *opens his arms for the other.*
Luc: *does so, leading him to the school gates.* Now... It's your turn. I don't know which way they went. *looks at Vitt. pleading.*
Vitt: -and as horrible as it sounds, Vitt's a great tracker with his superhuman senses.-
-like his nose.-
Lou: -toddles to Cain's arms like a kitten or something, nuzzles his neck and wraps his arms around the other.-
Duncan: We'd better leave before someone finds out what you've done, eh, Cain? -smirks slightly.-
Cain: *wraps his arms around Lou and looks up at Duncan.* Yeah, I suppose we should. I'll take him to a safehouse. Call me when you're
finished with your business, and /then/ I'll give you coordinates.
Luc: Do you have it? Did you pick up the trail??
Vitt: -nods.- I think I do. Let's go. -AND THEIR JOURNEY COMMENCES.-
Lou: -presses his body against Cain, as if the other were an anchor, something to be worshiped, obeyed. -
-and they go!-
Vitt: -by the time Vitt and Luc get there, the others are gone?
Luc: *that they are. And Luc is /pissed/.* Can you tell where else they went?? *almost pleading, now. jesus.*
Cain: *has Lou in a little safehouse out in some deep woods nearby - one they made for juuuust such an occasion. Did their best to cover
their tracks, too~ And so they enter.* Louie, sweetheart, please take off your clothes and get in bed~
Vitt: -tries his hardest. Tries his FUCKING hardest. But to no avail. Turns to Luc. Shakes his head.- No. They covered their trail.
Lou: -eagerly strips off his clothes, a t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, and is naked as he goes and curls himself out on the bed.-
Luc: /Fuck/ -- *gets out his phone. Dials Cam.* We're going to need help, then.
Cam: -unfortunately his phone is out of batteries. Derp.-
Cain: *locks the door and pulls Michel into a kiss.* You're going to help me with him, love?
Luc: *gets the voicemail and /freaks/.* What the fuck, Cam?? What the fuck kind of headmaster leaves their phone off???
Michel: -responds with a slight 'heh' that only Cain can hear. And it is the best kind of assurance the other can get from him.-
Cam: -teaching, didn't realize it was a dead battery sob.-
Vitt: Head back to the school, then. find him personally?
Luc: *fucking groans.* Yeah, guess that's our only option. *heads back with Vitt, so, so fucking worried.*
Cain: *nuzzles him~ * Thank you, baby. *turns to Lou on the bed and takes off his shoes and socks before joining him. starts to kiss his
neck,* You're so /sweet/, Lou...~
Lou: -reaches up to move his fingers through the other's hair, his voice catching as he gasps quietly.-
Michel: -moves to the other side of the bed, lying down next to the two and waits his turn mhmm. He's cool with waiting.-
Cain: You're such a sweetheart. You're not a slut like Duncan says you are, are you? *sugary sweet, running his hand up and down Lou's
chest.* But I do think you should kiss Michel. Michel wants a kiss. Wouldn't you like to kiss him?
Lou: I-I'm not a slut... but I could be. And I'd like to kiss Michel. -turns to the side to kiss Michel, a little desperate, a little
needy.-
Michel: -responds accordingly, nipping roughly at Lou's lower lip and sliding his tongue inside the other's mouth.-
Cain: *licks his lips, still biting gently at Lou's neck. Moves his hand down to rub lightly at Lou's lower abdomen.* You want this, don't
you, love?
Lou: -nods as he kisses Michel.- Yeah. I want this. I /really/ want this. -moves closer, increases the passion in their kiss. Fuck. Fuck.-
Michel: -always happy to please, one hand going to Lou's chest to tweak a nipple.-
*moves to remove his vest, and then his button up and tie. Pulls away from Lou a bit as he does so.* Michel, make sure you show him a good
time! *no hypnotization needed.*
-AND THEN VITT/CAM/LUC BURST IN THROUGH THE WALL, GUNS ABLAZIN' IDK.-
Luc: *the first one in the door, and he snarls at Cain:* Get the fuck away from him. *raises his hand to explode the fuck out of something -
that something, namely, being Cain.*
Vitt: -trailing behind huububububu.-
Vitt: -the dramatic entrance is more their style.-
Cam: You're a horrible professor, Cain. -growl.-
Cam: -rolls inbeside Luc, his mind already working at full force against Cain's. He growls as well, hands on the wheels of his chair as he
rolls a bit in front of Luc.- You're a horrible professor, Cain. I had always thought you were a better person.
Vitt: -is behind the two, kind of trailing along but still a supporting force. They're much more dramatic than he is. But he's still
in a fighting position and ready to FUCK SHIT UP.-
Lou: -stirs, wondering why Michel stopped kissing him, rolls on his back and looks stunned, dumbly staring at the new arrivals.-
Cain: *frowns.* Oh. You arrived sooner than I expected. *coos to Lou.* Pay no attention to them, love.
Luc: Cain, we won't /hurt/ either of you if you surrender. Just give Lou to us and leave /peacefully/.
Cain: Hmmm... I'd rather not. *looks to Michel. He knows what to do.*
Luc: *immediately steps forward in an offensive stance.*
Lou: -nods and moves to wrap his arms around Cain's middle section, ububu. Nuzzles his side.-
Michel: -smirks and moves off of the bed, still wearing his jeans and man, is he attractive mhmmm mmhmmm. Gets into his own fighting stance,
the room dropping a few degrees as he starts to walk towards Lucca.-
Cain: *runs his fingers through Lou's hair.* Hm, you couldn't hurt Michel, /could/ you, Luc?
Luc: *already fucking yelling.* Shut up, SHUT UP. *but he can feel his resolve waning goddamn it.*
Cam: Vittore, follow me. We're getting Lou. -moves quickly towards their bed, trying to distance themselves a bit from the fight.-
Cam: -calls out to Luc, though.- You /can/ hurt Michelangelo. Lucca. You can hurt him. -PUSHES OFF CAIN'S MIND TRICKS MHMM.-
Vitt: -scurries ahead to the bed, pushes Cain away and quickly grabs Lou and pulls him away, stepping back with the other in his arms
to be behind Cam.-
Vitt: -kind of like a teenager stealing a cookie from a kid in physical strength, at least.-
Luc: *with two voices battling for superiority, he steps forward. Raises a hand to try and send an explosion Michel's way... But he misses,
his resolve breaking at the very end.*
Cain: *glaring at Cam.* You never could just leave well enough alone, could you? *looks to Lou.* Fight his grip, love. Don't let him take
you from us.*
Lou: -starts to violently struggle in Vitt's grip, doesn't want them to take him away from Cain.- Let me go!
Vitt: -seriously though, Vitt's the one with super strength so... Holds tight. At least until Lou starts using his powers and they're both
whipped from side to side, wall to floor to wall, Vitt taking the brunt of the impact and grunting, but he's managing to hold on.-
Michel: -if Michel touches Luc, this could be all over. Meanwhile, shoots small, bullet like icicles meant to pierce through his skin,
dodging the explosion and slowly making his way closer to Luc.-
Cam: -grins a little, rolls forward. Sits in front of Cain.- A good headmaster should always do what he thinks is best. -starts to pressure
himself into Cain's mind.- You should just give it up, Cain. You know you're not going to win.
Cain: *not quite that weak. But Cam... He's strong. Fuck.* I know better than to ever 'give up', Cameron. I think /you're/ the one that
should be doing that.
Luc: *manages to dodge the first few torrents of ice, but then... some nick his arm. And he falls back a bit, clutching the bleeding skin.
Tries for another explosion, getting a little more spot on this time - blowing up the ground near Michel's feet.*
Cam: -also very, very pissed off. Reaches forward and grabs Cain by the front of his neck, pulls him close. Looks him straight in the
fucking eye.- I don't give a damn what you think, Cain. What I *know* is that you're going to give in, you're going to /crack/. You're not
as strong as you think you are, and frankly, I think it's time you realized it. -bares his teeth a little, leans in to whisper against his
ear, barely audible.- I could kill you. Right now.
You've made me angry, Cain.
Lou: -meanwhile, still struggling to get out of Vitt's grip, but Vitt's a sturdy motherfucker and he really doesn't want to harm Lou, but..
He moves and smashes the other's head against the wall. Not enough for too much damage, just enough to make him pass out.-
-and yes, Lou does pass out, the wind dying instantly.-
Michel: -stood still as the explosion happened, one side of his body now covered in dirt and smoke and oh? there's a cut on his cheek. The
blood drips down the side of his face, and he moves a hand to wipe some of it away. He looks briefly at the hand before bringing it to his
lips and taking a small lick. And then he grins.-
-You just unleashed the psychopath, Lucca.-
-he moves forward quickly, the same time sending a large shower of rapid-fire icicles in Lucca's direction, a rabid /grin/ on his face.-
Cain: *okay, he's never /seen/ Cam like this, but he can handle it. tries to push the other away, getting a little frantic, now.* Y-you know
nothing, Cameron!! Nothing!! You'll release me or you know you'll lose! All of you will lose!!
Luc: *swings his arm and manages to send an explosion to wipe away most of the icicles, but... He was too damn slow to get all of them, and
some of them hit him in the legs. He /screams/, managing to stay upright with sheer force of will. Tries to send another explosion Michel's
way, but it's weaker this time. Lucca is injured.*
Vitt: -immediately drops Lou's unconscious body on the floor and goes to aid his friend, oh god. He manages to cover the brunt
of another attack of dull, but large ice pieces from Michel with his arms, possibly breaking his forearm but most definitely bruising. He'll
be okay. He picks up Luc as best as he can with one arm and pulls the other out of the line of fire.-
Michel: -laughing now, and oh god. Michel's laughter is the thing of nightmares, sinking deep into one's subconscious and never leaving.
It's the infinite loop of malicious intent, packaged into a three-toned sound of disturbing amusement. And he moves towards them.
Hands outstretched, he will kill them.-
Cam: -ignores what's going on for now, needing to concentrate on Cain. And his other hand goes to thread almost /gently/ through Cain's
hair, not letting him pull away before grabbing a fistful of hair and holding it /tight/.- I know /everything/, Cain. I know all about you.
I know the things that scare you, that make you cry, the things that hurt you--it's all in your mind. Your barriers aren't as strong as you
think them to be. Of course, weak barriers for a weak being. Heh. -chuckles a little, increasing the strength in his hold on Cain's neck.
Not enough to strangle, though.-
Cain: *tries to fight, he really does - but.... Cam touches one part of his mind, a place where his true fear lies, and he /screams/. He
screams for mercy, for Michel to save him, for /anyone/ to save him, and he claws at Cam, at his face and hands and arms, trying to get
away.*
Luc: *meanwhile, he groans and tries to fight tears, tries to /help Vitt/, but he's finding that exceedingly difficult as frostbite licks at
his wounds and he falls in and out of consciousness.*
Cam: -grins, it's almost maddening. Then again, screwing with someone else's mind tends to screw with your own a bit, but he can handle it.-
Michel: -is about to grab them both by the arms, freeze them to death, but... Cain screams his name, and he immediately turns around to go
help Cain. But Cam stops him /just/ as he is inches from grabbing Cam and shoving him out of his chair.-
Cam: I wouldn't suggest that. -smirks without looking at Michel.- If you touch me, I'll copy your power and kill him.
-Cam releases a bit of his powers over Cain, allowing the other some sort of relief.-
Vitt: -shit, his arm is screaming in pain, but Luc.. fuck. /Luc/. He shakes the other gently, trying to figure out a way to warm him, oh
god.- Luc? /Luc/! Come on, Lucca... -touches his face.-
Cain: *sighs, breathing heavily, but he immediately spits in Cam's face.* /Let me go/, Nixon - you're such a - *makes a noise of disgust and
tries to shove him away.*
Luc: *smiles at Vitt. Looks out of it.* Oh, I'm fine, sweetheart. Just cold, s'all...
Michel: Give him to me. We'll go. -his mouth is in a thin line, and they've reached a standstill where the odds are in Cam's favors and...
he doesn't want to risk losing Cain. Never.-
Cam: And Lou? -mentally orders Cain to wipe his fucking spit off his face before he breaks the other's mind.-
Michel: Take him. -sounds so /spiteful/.-
Vitt: -oh god, looks down at Michel's ice and.. it's spreading. Fuck. It's /spreading/. slowly but surely. He moves to pick Luc up and
brings him to Lou's body, lying them next to the other. Vitt feebly strips his shirt off to try and keep Luc's legs warm, but it's no
not /working/.-
Cain: *reaches a shaking hand up and wipes the spit off of Cam's face. He glares at the other.* Just let me go. You have your /prize/.
Luc: *teeth chattering, skin not ice-burned covered in goosebumps... But he feels euphoric. Side effect of hypothermia.* Vitt, it's /okay/.
I'm okay. *reaches up and touches his face.*
Cam: No. I saved my student. -smirks and rolls back, letting Michel take Cain.-
Michel: -picks up Cain, spits at the ground near Cam's feet and retreats with him, sob. ANOTHER DAY, CAM..-
Lou: -stirs slightly, w-weh. Shifts to stand up, but now.. now he's just really confused again. It feels like someone lifted another warm
blanket from his mind, and he looks around. He vaguely registers Professor Rovigatti. Professor Mancinelli..?- What happened...? -not until
later do they figure out Cain's mindfuck ubu.-
Luc: *basically just curling in on himself, trying to keep warm. Oh god he doesn't know he's dying but he /is/, he is.*
Cam: -immediately wheels over to the three, doing damage control.- Lucca? Shit. Michel's ice. Alright. Shit. Normal clothes aren't going to
help him warm up. Shit. -looks around, trying to think. Notices Lou, who's kind of derping. Has an idea. Touches Lou's shoulder, copying his
powers.- Move away, Vitt. Carry Lou. -stands, looks at Vitt, who's probably the only person who's going to remember this.- Tell /no one/,
alright?
Vitt: -looks at him in awe, but nods. Goes to pick up Lou. Carrying him slightly.-
Cam: -moves Luc into the chair, and starts to wheel it. Meanwhile, manipulates Lou's power into creating a slightly warm wind that
circulates over the four of them, mostly for Luc. It's warm enough to keep the ice at bay until they can get back.-
*By the time they arrive at the school, Luc is completely passed out. Cassie sits in the infirmary, flipping through a magazine. She's
running clinic duty, yup yup!*
Cam: -is back in the wheelchair, but Luc's in his lap. The ice is still subdued, but he needs a healer. Now.- Cassandra! Emergency!
-Vitt and Lou stumble in after Cam as he bursts through the door, and Vitt's arm is also covered in ice. Lou just looks out of it.-
*sees Luc's condition and nods.* Okay - help me get him to a bed. *already going forward, placing a hand to his legs, laying her arms across
them - healing him.*
Cam: -touches Cassie's shoulder and loses Lou's power, but gains Cassie's. Wheels next to her and starts to aid her as best as he can, his
brow furrowed. He refuses to lose Luc. Absolutely refuses.-
Cas: *is doing her best, looking up at Vitt as she continues.* ... Do you need help, Vittore? Come here. *reaches a hand towards his arm.*
(OH GOD NOT VITTORE *MR. MANCINELLI)
(HAHAH)
Vitt: -nods and lets Cassie heal him. His is by far no where NEAR as sserious as Luc's, so as the warmth of her powers rushes over his arm,
he sighs in relief as it goes away, simply evaporating.-
*she rubs his arm. After a while, she pulls her hand away.* You should be fine now. *looks at Lou, her eyebrows furrowed. She hadn't noticed
how... lost he looks.* Are you hurt, Lou?...
Lou: -seems to snap to attention at being addressed. Looks at Cassie. Shakes head curtly.- No. -hmph.-
*she frowns but she nods.* O-okay... *turns back to Luc to help out Cam. But... She's troubled. Why is Lou acting so strangely?....*
Vitt: -sighs again, looks at Cas.- Thank you, Cassie. -moves closer and whispers quietly.- He's not... in the best condition. -he sounds a
bit pained. He's definitely sore, though. Lou's powers are a doozy.-
Cam: -desperately rubbing Luc's legs, oh god. The ice is slowly, SLOWLY disappearing, but just barely.-
*she nods and looks up at Vitt.* You sound like you're hurt still.... Do you need more help? *she can feel that Luc is no where near a lost
cause, so she isn't worried. She hopes Cam can see this, too.*
Vitt: -pulls off his shirt. Has a lot of bruises showing up from Lou's hissy fit.- Could you? -small laugh.-
*smiles kindly at him.* Of course. *places her hand on his chest, moving her hand down and across whatever bruises she sees.*
Vitt: -lets out a low sigh of relief. Thank god for healers, frankly. - Thank you again. -smiles at her once she's finished.-
*nods.* Of course. *looks at Lou.* Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?... *looks so, so worried.*
Lou: -crosses his arms and turns away.- I'm not your sweetheart, /scum/. -looks to the wall.-
Vitt: -bites his lower lip and looks at Cassie. Moves to put a hand on her shoulder.- He's /really/ out of it. Just... wait for Cam or
Luc to explain. I'm not really all that sure myself. -awkward.-
*WOAH WOAH. She just stares at Lou's back for a moment before nodding at Vitt's words.* Yeah, uhm. Okay. *goes back to healing Luc, head
down. Silent.*
*Luc begins to stir with a groan. His hands claw at the sheets beneath him, but he... seems okay. Sort of.*
Cam: 'Luc? Are you okay?' -and when establishing a mental command, Cam basically has his emotions laid out like a fucking book. He's
so fucking worried right now.-
Vitt: I'm sorry. -has a hand on her shoulder, ububu. Looks over at Lou who's just... looking out the window and looking prissy.-
Luc: *groans.* Does it fucking /look/ like I'm okay?! *doesn't realize that Cam said that mentally. The euphoria has worn off and now all he
Pri Rovi
feels
is the burning sensation of the ice.*
Cas: *does her best to send soothing warmth through Luc's legs, but she's feeling a little overwhelmed. She's tearing up, just a bit.*
Vitt: -goes to Luc's other side and holds his hand... or Vitt wants to. He cares about the other. He cares a lot. They're not in a
relationship or anything, Luc just.. means a lot to him fff.-
Cam: -trying his hardest as well, and oh god is it hard.- 'Well, you're gonna be okay. Give it some time, okay?'
Cas: *is openly crying now. Jesus christ, she does hate seeing people in so much pain.*
Luc: *panting.* Yeah, after I fucking /die/, then maybe it'll get better. /Fuck!/
Cam: 'You're not going to /die/.' -snaps at him mentally, fuck. Goes back to healing him. '... I'm not going to let you die.'
'Besides, you're making Cassie cry. Show some professionalism, Professor. -mental chuckle sob.-'
Luc: *laughs.* You'd better not. I haven't even taken Vittore out on a date yet. *eyes haven't opened once, has /no idea/ Vitt is there.*
Vitt: -blinks. Looks at Cam and then at Luc.-
Cam: You /do/ know he's right here. Next to you. Holding your hand. -laughs. this is quite amusing hehehe.-
... *manages to open his eyes. Sees Vitt. Oh god. Smiles.* ... Awkward, eh? *laughs. Ohhhh god.*
Vitt: -simply smiles and squeezes his hand.- Better be somewhere nice after all this shit. -laughs and brings his hand up to kiss it.-
Cam: -chuckles, turns to Cassie.- Cassie, could you call Chris to the infirmary? We might need his help with Lou.
Lou: -MOPING.-
Luc: *closes his eyes.* Yeah... I guess I owe you my life, sweetheart. *smiles.* Thanks. *slowly drifts off into a fevered sleep.*
Cas: *nods.* Okay. I'll, uhm. Go do that. *stands and goes to call him. Passes Lou on her way to the phone and looks at him. Looks hurt.*
Cam: -finishes healing him as best he can, and... he leaves Vitt to coddle over Luc. Goes over to Lou.- Lou?
Lou: /What/? -growls and crosses his arms.- What do you want?
Chris: -Fixing his clothes in the mirror after a vigorous make out/fondling session with Marc. ...Maybe a handjob or two who knows y'know.-
Cas: *dials his cell number on the infirmary phone. Waits as it rings.*
Chris: -his cell rings in his pocket and he grabs it, pulling it to his ear. Resists the urge to yawn.- Chris here! -stretches a little
though. Post coital naps are great.-
Cas: Hi, uhm, Chris? Could you please hurry to the infirmary? Mr. Nixon needs your help with... something. Please. Post haste.
Marc: *stretching on the bed. He usually sleeps a little longer than Chris does. Watches the other talk on the phone, feeling no need to
stifle his own yawn.*
Chris: -feels something's wrong.- Why? What's up? -looks at Marc, covers the phone.- It's Cassie, apparently somethin's up?
Cas: *honestly trying to hide the tears in her voice. She can deal with physical injuries, but mental?... she feels helpless.* You'll see
when you get here. *pauses for a moment.* It... it's Lou. Please hurry.
Marc: *shifts into a sitting position. Watching Chris to get the details.*
Chris: -frowns, looks at Marc.- Alright, I'll be right there. -hangs up the phone and goes over to Marc.- Something's wrong with Lou.
-sits in his lap for a moment, kisses him sweetly, almost like he doesn't want to go.- I'll be back whenever it's over, okay? -nuzzles their
noses together.-
Cam: -asks Lou a serious of questions about everything and with each of Lou's answers, he frowns so much more.-
Cas: *hangs up the phone and walks back to Cam.* He's on his way. Is there anything you need me to do? *looks at him.*
Marc: ... Do you want me to go with you? *nuzzles back ububu.*
Chris: Would you? I don't know what to expect. -laces their fingers. WOULD LOVE MORAL SUPPORT SOB.-
-nuzzles their noses together and kisses him again, lingering to suck on his upper lip.-
Cam: -turns to Cass.- Set up a bed for him. What's going to happen is kind of like a mental form of surgery, I think.
Lou: Surgery? I don't need /surgery/. I'm /fine/. -stands.- I don't need to be here. I'm not injured.
Cam: -turns to him.- Sit down. -command, yo.-
Lou: -..sits down.-
Cas: *nods.* Yes, sir. *goes to set up that bed for Lou, making sure there's a nice fluffy pillow and a good blanket. Since it's just mental
surgery, she wants him to be comfortable.*
Marc: *returns his kisses, mhm... But pulls back, resting his forehead on Chris's.* We should go.
Cam: Get in the bed. -using commands on him oh god fuck he feels bad since Lou's already pretty fucked up.-
Lou: -moves as his professor ordered him to, lying down in the soft sheets and putting his head back on the pillow. Looks up at the ceiling-
Chris: Okay. -stands and helps Marc look like he didn't just get a handjob or something and links their hands. Tugs him to the infirmary and
through the doors.- Cassie?
Cas: *sees Chris and smiles as best she can.* Hi, Chris. Marc. *looks down at her hands.* I'm sure Professor Nixon will tell you what to do.
*looks up at Cam.* Should I go, sir? *she wants to comfort Lou, but he probably doesn't even want her there... And besides, it's hurting
her, seeing him like this.*
Marc: *releases Chris's hand and kisses him on the top of the head. Just here for moral support, really. ubbu.*
Cam: -looks at her.- Do what you like, Cassie. -sob Cassie doesn't have mental powers this is hard. Looks at Chris.- Are you ready, Chris?
Chris: W-...What's wrong with him? -Lou looks okay to him if not.. angry???-
Cam: Maybe you should find out for yourself. -motions for Chris to try using his powers.-
Cas: I, uhm. I think I'm going to go. I don't want to be in the way. *small voice. Quietly exits the infirmary to go to the kitchen to cry
and bake, sob.*
Marc: *grabs a chair for Chris and sets it by the bed. Gestures for him to sit down.*
Chris: -takes a seat and.. and... grabs Lou's hand. He's shaking a little. Like he's mentioned before, Chris's powers are usually limited to
just emotions. So.. reading and getting into minds is possible just.. much harder for him. He concentrates, and it's quiet for a few minutes
before Chris realizes he was holding his breath and exhales suddenly. Pulls away from Lou, who's been coaxed to sleep.-
Someone's been messing with his mind? -looks concerned uububub.-
Cam: -nods his head.-
Chris: His.. memories? Emotions?
Cam: -nods again.-
Chris: What am I supposed to do, professor?
Marc: *just stands, placing a hand on Chris's shoulder. Really can't do anything except give him moral support ububu.*
Cam: Help him. I know you can. Your powers are almost /made/ for this sort of thing.
Chris: -shakes his head UBUBUB HE CAN'T. NO.- I can't, I might--I might break him or something. I don't want to do that, I can't. -shakes
his head and moves to bury his face in Marc's chest.-
*leans down slightly and runs a hand through Chris's hair. After a moment or two of silence, he murmurs:* Lou is your friend. You need to
help him.
Chris: -...makes an uuuu noise into Marc's chest and pulls away. Looks at Cam.- Are you sure there's no one else?
Cam: Do you know any other psychics who's powers have direct links to emotional aspects? -looks at Marc.-
*thinks a moment.* .... Not exactly like Chris's, no. Roman has something similar, but.... His are not like yours, Chris.
Chris: -swallows and nods. Goes to look at Lou again, concentrates. Zones out as he works with Lou's mind... five minutes pass..... Chris
pulls back. Sobs. His powers are clearly getting the best of him in this case.- I can't do it. -tears. everywhere.-
Cam: -looks a little frustrated, wheels away to think and give Chris a break though.-
*looks over at Cam. He looks worried as he squeezes Chris's shoulder in comfort. He really... Doesn't want anything to go wrong. This is a
lot of pressure on Chris.*
Cam: -wheels back a few moments later, puts a hand on Chris's shoulder. Copies his powers.- Alright. I'll help you. I'll guide you through
this and be right there with you, alright?
Chris: -sniffs and rubs away tears, oh god he's such a wimp this is horrible he can't do this.-
Cam: You /can/ do this. -looks at Marc. 'help me reassure him.'-
... *Marc kneels next to Chris. He places a hand on the other's chin and gently pulls him to face him. He wipes away any tears Chris missed
with a thumb before leaning in and giving him a delicate kiss. Leans his forehead against his.* I know you can do this, Chris.
Don't be scared. We're right here with you.
Chris: -nods his head, stops crying. He's going to do this. He can do this. They're helping him. Yeah. He can do this. He can. Turns back to
Lou's sleeping body, and with Cam's help, he starts to fix the other's mind.-