World 03 - Returning to Normal Space [ Action / Audio ]

[universal_charm]

 [ Okay, this sucked. This really, really sucked. To be quite honest he wasn't very sure how long he had been locked up and poked and prodded, but it was long enough and he had never been quite so happy for fresh air and trees. He just hated that he was jumping at every little crack and tweet. He hadn't been this twitchy since... well, he couldn't remember. Maybe his first big storm, but what did it matter? He was twitchy, but wouldn't you be after being held captive for so long? 

And he was seriously out of shape if this jaunt through the wood was making him pant and sweat. He gulped, aching everywhere, and pretty sure that his already bruised up body would not thank him for this later. In fact, it was not thanking him now. It was violently protesting, and he finally gave him and found a place to ease himself down and sit.

He thought it must have been some sort of cruel mercy that his captors had given him back his journal-thing when he woke up inside the forest of his original birdcage. He glared at it for a minute as he tried to remember how to turn it on, and finally got it going, so a little image of him appeared to whoever was listen. ]

So, contrary to what I assume is popular belief, I'm not dead. But, uh, could use some help making it all the way home, you know? I'm sitting in the woods, hugging a tree, so come and find me. I don't plan on moving any time soon.

[ He doesn't think he looks to bad to others, at least. He has a few bruises around his jaw and nose, but otherwise does not seem overly harmed. Though the bruises are a lovely shade of blue and green at this point. ]

[ooc: Yup, he's back from kidnapping!! With a little side-effect: his flirt skills are going to be seriously cramped for a bit, since anytime he sees a girl, he'll get physically ill. Don't take it personally ladies.]

Comments

[spohkh]

[Spock has to keep himself from making a noise in frustration, but he keeps moving towards the forest...]

I suggest that you keep talking, and I will locate you. Inform me of your current physical condition.

[universal_charm]

Uh... tired. Bruised up. Achy. I don't feel nauseous, at least, but walking is difficult. And cold. When did it become winter? That's not fair.

_{[Talking talking, all the talking.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock was running.... and he knew he was getting close.]

You have been gone for approximately six weeks Captain. It is already the middle of November.
I need you to tell me what they did to you.

[Spock should be there momentarily....]

[universal_charm]

_{[He frowned, curling up tighter, but his wings were highly visible, bright yellow as they were. He thought he could hear him coming through the wood, but a part of him just knew he was close, he was coming, and relief flooded through him.]}

I don't remember a lot of it. I remember needles, lots of them.

[spohkh]

[Spock could finally see the bright gold wings in stark relief against the darkness...
He ran to his Captain's side and lowered himself to the ground.]

Captain?

[universal_charm]

_{[He turned his head up and flashed his grin at his Vulcan. He waved his fingers at him. Indeed, he was bruised as he said, looking like he had gotten out of a particularly bad fight to be sure. Pin pricks along his face, neck, and hands could be seen upon close inspection.]}

Hey. Long time no see.

[spohkh]

[Spock quirks an eyebrow...]

Indeed.

Can you stand?

[Spock had quickly scanned his Captain with his tri-corder, and determined that he was not in any critical condition... but he was indeed damaged.]

[universal_charm]

Yeah. Give me a second.

_{[He shifted to a sitting position and then managed to get himself up using the tree. He winced and groaned as he got to his feet, feeling like an old man, but at least he got up. He kept his hands tucked into his pits, shivering as his breath misted.]}

Tell me you brought hot chocolate or something.

[spohkh]

Negative... [Spock takes off his own coat, and drapes it over his Captain's shoulders.]

It would be more efficient if I carried you home. Are you amenable to this?

[universal_charm]

I'm not a princess.

_{[Was of course his first protest, but he was tired and he was hurting. He looked past Spock the way the other had come, thought about how long it had taken him to get there and the woodland he would have to traverse. It would be hard...]}

Just... help keep me up.

_{[Yeah, that was a good compromise, right?]}

[spohkh]

[Spock arches an eyebrow...]

Captain, this is no time for an illogical sense of pride. You are in no condition to walk the two point three kilometers to our house.

[universal_charm]

I'm not that hurt.

_{[He continued to frown at him, but... walking did hurt. He turned to try and start shuffling along, but it was a glacial pace at best and made him wince.]}

[spohkh]

[Spock again had to close his eyes to prevent himself from making a noise in frustration.
He approached his Captain from behind, and quickly and efficiently picked him up into his arms bridal style... making sure not to jostle him and cause more pain.]

You are illogical Captain. Be still.

[universal_charm]

_{[He made a sound of protest, but didn't have the energy to argue. He sighed and laid his head on Spock's shoulder, cuddling up in the other's coat.]}

Fine, have it your way.

[spohkh]

[Spock shivers from the cold, but he starts a brisk pace towards their home.
He was reluctant to inform that Captain that he had not actually been living there... and that he essentially had a mental break-down not long after he left.
No matter. He would see his Captain well.]

It is a logical way Captain.

[universal_charm]

Always with the logic...

_{[He sighed, happy to be going home. To have Spock with him. He didn't want to admit it, but he was a bit scared now, and he had been terrified all throughout the kidnapping. A part of him had thought they wouldn't stop till he died.]}

You'll have to fill me in on everything that's happened.

[spohkh]

[Spock could feel that his Captain was still in pain.... and scared. Unconsciously he tightened his grip...]

I am not sure what to inform you of Captain.. the nature of this place is rather chaotic and unpredictable. [That isn't the half of it... and Spock does not want to needlessly worry his Captain... but why he would ever worry about him is another matter entirely.]

[universal_charm]

_{[He did not protest the tightening, finding comfort in it, in the solid presence of his crew mate and his best friend. Of course, he would never admit to being carried.]}

I know that's a lie. You'll have a way to tell it to me, in some logical order, that will probably lull me half to sleep at some point.

[spohkh]

[Spock gives Jim a curious look...
They did still have a significant distance to go... the Community house that he was residing in was closer to Jim's location then their house...]

I must admit that I do not where to start Captain...

[universal_charm]

At the beginning, Spock. That's the logical spot, right?

~hey darlin' XD

[spohkh]

My situation has been rather illogical.

I experienced a significant of mental trauma shortly after you were kidnapped Captain. [Spock shivered, but it was not because of the cold.]

[universal_charm]

_{[He frowned, hearing that, concern bubbling up sharply. He looked up at the other, those blue eyes bright and his brow furrowed.]}

What kind of trauma?

It's like breaking legs isn't it. XDDD

[spohkh]

[Spock shakes his head...]

Nothing that you need concern yourself Captain. Know that it is being seen to and my mind is 'on the mend' as it were.

damn it Spock!

[universal_charm]

_{[Oh no, it was not going to be that easy. Kirk glared and reached up, grabbing one of those ears and squeezing tightly with his fingers.]}

'On the mend' doesn't mean that it's 'all better'. Explain it all to me, now. And that's an order, as your Captain.

....y u grab his ears.... >3>

[spohkh]

[Spock stopped moving when he felt his Captain pull his ear... He was mildly thankful that the darkness covered the green tint that stained his face...

He leveled a glare at Jim.]

I would be much appreciative if you did not handle my ears.

[Spock started moving again...] My mind reached its limit.. and I.. I broke. I lost control...again. The shift left me ruined...and I mentally violated several people. [Spock's voice was getting quieter and quieter...]