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Chaos Plot Reactions!

Who: Anyone/Everyone affected by Helios' nasty bout of Possession Sickness
What: Picking up the pieces
When: August 11th/12th
Where: Wherever there was bad mojo!
Summary: Apep, an Egyptian god of Chaos, possessed Helios and wrecked havoc. Those involved are going to have to cope with their injuries, mental traumas, and newfound night terrors!
Rating: R, for possible trigger warnings for descriptions of violence and bad language.

Nothing is ever easy for them House 46 folks. Gawddamn!

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"I... I am sorry. If I had known..."

[His voice trails off. He cannot finish the sentence. If he had known, he would have, what. Protected her? Like he did on the beach? Like he protected Anakin?]

You didn't. There was no way to know. None of us could have prepared for this- but Luke being less avoidant may have helped. He's been running off on missions to avoid coping with Ami's kidnapping and all the rest that causes him stress here-and you went with him instead of trying to get him to cope.

[It's cold, hard, and entirely without venom. A surgeon's voice pointing out the symptoms of the situation.]

[... The last time he saw her like this, it was after the week with Tony Stark.

At her cold neutrality, he flinches. That cold neutrality, aimed at him. This time, he realizes, the comfort, peace, and certainty were not a love built up and stolen by the Malnosso in a week. They were the result her own faith in him, and he had nobody to blame for their painful, traumatic destruction but himself.

It was all he could do not to weep. He could not. He had no right. Not after...

... he had just wanted to protect her.

His voice comes out carefully neutral and distant as well.]

"... It was... a decision made partially motivated by a... concern of my own, and so it was not made with a clear understanding of the consequences it might have. I can offer no sufficient apology."

[He will not shed tears.]

"... Perhaps it would be best if I left you in peace for the time being. If you have need of me for any reason-"

[His voice wavers for just a moment, almost imperceptibly. He controls it. He has no right.]

"- let me know, and I will help you if I can."

[He will not weep.

He turns and begins walking off, forgetting entirely about the sticker lying on the ground in his wake.]

Edited 2012-08-13 09:04 (UTC)

I would rather not be alone. I would also rather not see you like this.

[She scrubs her face with a hand and reaches out to grab his sleeve, to hold him there. Walking away does nothing. Last time it had taken an ice storm, a panic attack, and medication to see them settled again. She's rather not repeat that cycle. She doesn't want to drive him away. Not after she's lost Rick, after he's lost Anakin.]

You are not at fault, Chevalier.

[Softer, warmer, with the hope that the endearment would sooth his distress.]

There is nothing for which you should apologize. Especially since I am being a frigid bitch. Sit. Please.

[... He freezes immediately.

She was comforting him.

She was traumatized so painfully that she would not even tell him how,, and she was comforting him.

He tries to keep the tears from his eyes when he turns again, but it's too late. They started the moment she couldn't see his face. He can only hope they are not too visible beneath his hood.]

"... Do not be concerned for me. Of course I will stay with you."

...why are all the men I know idiots?

[It's murmured with a fond exasperation, she reaches out to tug him down and stubs out her cigarette as to not bother him. She can't know his mind, she's lost that ability to connect with him, but she can pull him close and lean against him. Warmed by contact and familiar brown wool. Not singed. Not reeking of smoke and ichor. Ben was safe, Ben was whole, and nothing she'd seen had been true.]

You're dear to me Ben. I'll always be concerned for you.

[He manages a smile at that, albeit a weak one, as his arms slip around her protectively.]

"I simply meant to imply that I am not the one in need of healing at this moment."

[It's Ben. She's safe. He won't hurt her-

And she still goes tense for a moment. She doesn't flinch, she doesn't pull away, she just...braces herself for a vision that doesn't come.]

There's no medication for what was done to me Ben. Trust me, I've looked.

[When she tenses, he very nearly pulls back, but a moment later, she relaxes. It is as if she was expecting a blow that never came.

Not from him, surely...?]

"Not all healing is done with medicines, I believe."

[And yet she still does not tell him what happened. This is beginning to worry him.]

Edited 2012-08-13 09:42 (UTC)

I don't...even know how to begin to fix this.

[She allows her eyes to fall half closed and sags against him. Relief for a moment. For an hour.]

I don't even know how to explain.

[His arms tighten a bit around her, as if to reassure her that he was really there and not leaving.]

"What did the being possessing Helios do, precisely?"

Aside from lock your home in silence and darkness?

[There isn't a simple way to explain it. No pared down, clinical term that she can use. No way to distance herself from what happened.]

...he was going to kill Lupin. I drew his attention. And then he grabbed me from behind and forced me to witness all my darkest fears.

[He sighs.]

"Do we know what brought on this possession?"

I've no idea. Helios couldn't tell me and I'm not going to pressure him for an answer.

"Ah... of course."

[He sighs- and, remembering the fallen sticker, he stoops to retrieve it, slipping it back into his pocket.]

"Still, it has been... dealt with to your satisfaction?"

He's himself again and mending. Sabriel is doing much the same. I'll...cope. In time. Lupin is resting. There is not much else to be dealt with here.

"Very well."

[Having slipped the sticker back into his pocket, he then finds her hand with his.]

"I would hope it went without saying at this point, but... if there is anything I can do, please do not hesitate to tell me."

Edited 2012-08-22 00:36 (UTC)

[Her fingers curl in his, it's easy enough to lean against him. Take comfort in the fact that he is here. Home. Hiding something.]

You could explain what it is you just hid in your pocket.

"... Ah. That? It's... not significant at the moment."

[Not technically a lie]

Ben.

[That's all. Just. 'Ben'.]

[He meets her gaze for a moment, relents, and finally slips his hand into his pocket, fishing out a small white slip of paper. On the reverse was what appeared to be a temporary tattoo, though all it showed was a black square.

Obi-Wan didn't bother with requesting a fancy design. He didn't see a point.]

"... This... is one of the things I went on the mission for."

...what?

[It's so small a thing, and fairly innocuous. She's never seen something like it before and at the moment cannot guess to it's identity. She leans forward, eyes narrowing at that innocent little square.]

Ben, what is that?

"In addition to the standard reward of an item from home, there are a small selection of devices and rewards the Malnosso provide themselves in return for missions. One of them is this, a small applicable patch. It is meant to render the device on the back of one's neck inert, making it impossible for the droids to automatically track our location. To prevent kidnappings."

[He is rather pointedly not focusing on it or her.]

This....

[She stares down at that little square of black ink. Protection from the droids.]

This is the concern of your own. The motivation you had for going on the mission with Luke.

[Her eyes flick back up to Ben's face, wide with incredulity. Something that was fairly irregular, that happened but the once in all her time here, and that is what he sought to earn with his points. Why he sought the points to begin with.

It could be arrogance to think he intends it for her. But he'd held it, dropped it. Hid it. Who else could he mean to give it to?]

Ben-

[Low rough- a thought that is never voiced because she's no longer here. She's twisting bloody hands in familiar brown fabric, trying to close a ragged wound and failing. His breath gurgles, broken fingers twitch, wrenched limbs locked up and convulsing- broken. Shattered against black rock and she can't put it back together again, can't put his eyes back in his skull and make him look at her and-

She jerks forward with a low gasp, eyes slamming shut, forehead pressed to his shoulder. Swallowing back bile and trying to breathe through the rest of what she saw. Felt. Held in her hands and failed to mend.

Trembling still she reaches out to rest her hands against his ribs, his shoulders and chest, over every inch that had been rent asunder. Whole. Not torn. Not broken and wrenched open like a melon. Just to confirm it for herself. One hand slides up to cup the back of his skull. Round as it should be. Not dented and wrong from a fall. Gently, so very gently turns his head so she could look up into eyes that were exactly where they needed to be. And wept.]

"... I had intended-"

[What he was about to say was cut off by a sudden and overwhelming surge of that same pain and heartache from before, and he braces himself to catch her almost as she falls, his arms folding around her shoulders again in protection as the pain wracks her mind. After a moment, it finally subsides, and he simply looks on, concerned, as she tearfully feels over his torso as if looking for something broken. He doesn't resist when she tries to meet his eyes.

Her darkest fears. Heartache, pain... and a sudden need to assure herself that he was in one piece.

... She had seen him... hurt? Tortured? Killed? Was it only him, or all of her friends and loved ones?

Was it when she saw them, or at random? He can scarcely comprehend the level of hatred and vicious cruelty that would drive one to inflict such visions. At this moment, he isn't concerned with it. Though he hasn't done it for months, except in his faded memories of Levarre, he still finds it almost instinctively easy to gently brush her consciousness with his own, attempting once again to calm her mind and soothe the lingering pains.]

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AND THEN LIKE A YEAR LATER

GOD SO SLOW GUY

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You're a derp

AND YOU LOVE IT

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warning for violent imagery

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