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ZANE . house venture ([personal profile] godsays) wrote2015-03-23 06:39 pm

071st metal . voice & zero spam . possible cw for self-harm

[ voice ]

[ Zane's voice is soft, and hoarse. ]

When will someone let me out.

[ action ]

[ He wakes up in Zero in agony. Too many kinds to sort out and identify: raging thirst, the world swimming in front of his eyes, the stabbing pain of every heartbeat, the full-body torture of the death toll, but it's all mixed, all together, and he's moving before he knows it. He grasps for metals, but he's empty, there's nothing, there's no feeling of Allomancy at all.

He falls to the cold ground and goes to the sink, drinking thirstily, and then, with no memory of what happened between, he finds himself at the bars. ]
Charles. [ He's calling for help, the cry of an angry and hurt child, and he hits the bars and shakes them, and it's too long before he remembers that he doesn't have a warden anymore. He is a warden.

His mind feels torn to shreds. He wants to hurt things again. The voice grips him.

He curls up, shaking. ]
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[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-03-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[She does find the time, when the names from Dillon and Lydia slow, when she has a moment to breathe. She has a few others she wants to make sure are checked, and she wants to sleep for a week - but she promised, so she marches down the stairs, exhausted and battered from fighting the manifested things, powerdrill swapped out for her black ceramic stiletto again, held casually at her side.

It's not really for hurting him, except that it might be, because she doesn't trust him even slightly; but mostly it's because she feels far too much the soldier, now, and she needs it to hold herself steady, an integral component of her balance, a part of her arm.

The warden on duty waves her in after a mumbled explanation, and she collapses into a cross-legged seat outside his cell.]


Hey. Are you coherent enough to move?

[If he's raving or twitching or sneering or seems likely to make any trouble at all, she thinks, she will just come back tomorrow.]