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5th Metal / open video
[ The video turns on Zane, who is somewhat disheveled, but, to the discerning eye, different than usual. Something too intent and high-strung has been muted, and there is a dangerous hint in his eyes. ]
Cassel is... hurt.
Someone needs to collect him.
Level 4, Cabin 12.
[ And video off. ]
[ ACTION SPAM (edited to add) ]
[ And now Zane is in zero.
He sits alone, arms crossed over his chest, his face hard and blank.
Come and visit! ]
Cassel is... hurt.
Someone needs to collect him.
Level 4, Cabin 12.
[ And video off. ]
[ ACTION SPAM (edited to add) ]
[ And now Zane is in zero.
He sits alone, arms crossed over his chest, his face hard and blank.
Come and visit! ]
[PRIVATE]
Don't attack children here. Not even if they ask.
Where are you.
[PRIVATE]
[PRIVATE]
[JUST LET HIM COME FIND YOU AND DRAG YOU TO ZERO SO HE DOESN'T PUNCH YOUR FACE AND BREAK MORE BONES OKAY.]
[PRIVATE]
[PRIVATE >> SPAM]
And okay, so he'd told Chris to wait for him but he's never very good at taking his own advice. Or anyone else's. He might have been willing to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, but "because he asked me to" isn't a good reason as far as he's concerned. Only slightly higher than "because I felt like it". It's enough evidence for him, and he's off for Zane's cabin without any more thought.
When he gets there, he at least knocks, even if it's more banging on the door than a more subdued request. When the door opens he'll force his way inside, and if it doesn't he'll force his way in regardless.]
Have one more question.
Why did you do it.
[PRIVATE >> SPAM]
How is he supposed to answer? What is he supposed to say? He doesn't know how to describe the buildup of pressure, the need. The anger at being trapped, and the shreds inside his mind that could, should have been something intact. The Voice.
The attitude he ordinarily takes, and the stress that tolls upon him, makes him appear five, ten years older than he really is. But maybe right now there's a hint of his actual age in the confusion and frustration and unhappiness. ]
I don't know.
[ That's as close to the truth as he can get. ]
[SPAM]
Why.
[He steps closer, ink now reminiscent of bat wings, of claws in the dark trying to catch, and the voice that growls the demands rises to match. He needs an answer, needs more than "because he asked" and "I don't know"; they're cowardly answers, ones he refuses to accept because they don't explain. He reaches for a wrist, for delicate joints and a means to force a more honest (to his ears, anyway) answer, although at this point it is unlikely to change his ultimate intended course of action.
There has been a transgression. Violence for pointless reasons. He is correcting it.]
[SPAM]
I'm insane. Is that good enough?
[SPAM]
No. Even the insane have reasoning. Justifications.
[SPAM]
[ He's holding back on attacking, yet, because Rorschach hasn't actually done anything to hurt him. He knows that restraint is in his best interests.
He's keeping the ink in his palm, though. ]
[SPAM]
[If there's a hand within reach he'll go for it, jerk it up and within range of easy manipulation then latch on and press. If not, he'll tug on the collar, pull him around to get to a better vantage point, press against his ribcage, inhibit his breathing. Something to get him to be a little more loose-lipped.]
[SPAM]
As soon as it's touched, Zane attacks. Flings the ink at Rorschach's mask, aiming to blind him, and presses the attack with quick, graceful blows.
He wishes he had his knives. ]
[SPAM]
It's no contest.
There's a snarl under the mask as ink splashes, and then his free hand reaches up to pull it free, the face underneath all too human, expression twisted into pure hatred at needing to be deprived of his identity and the disfigurement that caused it.
The first few blows land before he can adjust, sending him staggering backwards, increasing distance, and when he finally loses his balance he lets himself fall, the better to sweep out with a leg when he lands to try to take the larger man's feet out from under him as well.]
[SPAM]
Zane glances to the door. The better course of action would be to regain control over himself, to leave and to find another to deal with Rorschach.
He doesn't want to take the better course of action.
But he does, anyway, moving to dodge past Rorschach and head towards the door. ]
[SPAM]
[SPAM] feel free to take him down now
He'll continue to fight until Zane has him pinned. And he'll start to feel the thrill of a good fight, too - a savage joy, in it.
Might be short-lived, though, because Rorschach is the superior fighter. Without Zane's metals, at least. ]
[SPAM]
Once he's got a firm grip he'll shove at his captive, doing the equivalent of a sheepdog worrying at the feet of its herd all the way to Zero, and he's never been on this side of the bars before but he knows enough from past experience. He opens the cell and pushes him inside, locking the door behind him.]
Only keeping you in here a few days. Not full week. Use the time to decide why you hurt him. See it doesn't happen again.
[SPAM]
Once in the cell, he slams the heel of his hand against the bars and snarls, an animalistic sound that he's surprised to hear come out of his own throat.
The voice would be telling him to kill, right now. Kill, kill, kill. ]
[SPAM]