Log: Rahne and Jack
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xp_logsSet early Saturday morning.
It was not precisely a truth universally acknowledged that they could always use more help in the infirmary, but it was true often enough during a crisis that Rahne had felt justified in offering. Dr. Voght had been willing enough to put her to work, and even to let her visit with Nathan if she was careful and only went when he was peaceful, though there had been a remark about not wanting to have to teleport anyone else out of trouble.
She tended to keep slightly shifted in the medlab, not enough to make shedding a problem, but enough to fuzz her skin and sharpen her senses. She was heading toward Nathan's room when she realized, slightly before she turned the corner, that someone else was nearby.
Just past Nathan's door, obviously on his way to his own destination, for a moment the tall man did nothing more than look at her. Despite the early hour, there was no trace of surprise on his face -- or, for that matter, curiousity. Slowly, he turned to flick his grey eyes at Nathan's door. The look seemed to last a long time before it swung back to her. Dark rings circled his eyes, and under the dusting of stubble his cheeks were beginning to hollow.
"If it's Dayspring you intend to visit, I'd advise against it."
Rahne blinked. "I'd been planning on it," she said slowly. "I did talk to Dr. Voght. But if ye want to explain...?"
Jack nodded his head towards the door. "He's been in and out of flashbacks, among other things. Most seems to be along the general theme of Mistra." He added, under his breath but in a much higher voice, "Because he's craaaazyyyyy . . ."
If Rahne swore, that would have been a good time for it. Instead, she growled under her breath. Mistra. Dr. Voght hadn't mentioned the word, but she should have expected it. She didn't know what else they could have done, but being stuck in the medlab when he was already shaky on reality and seeing threats where they weren't, where else would his mind go? "Sorry, that wasna meant for you," she added hastily. It probably wouldn't help matters to go around giving the impression that she was planning to bite people.
"No offense taken," Jack replied, as if Cyndi hadn't just comandeered the lips. He was losing the will to contain the rising insanity. Exhaling slowly, he rocked back on his heels. "But I thought it fair to warn you. You're young yet, and sometimes the delusions run towards kids. Them and their bodybags." He regarded her with his hollowed eyes. "Can't tell you for a certainty, but strung tight as he is, it's hard to tell what could trip the wire."
"I'm not surprised," Rahne said grimly. "Thank you for the warning." The surge of fury was not useful. It didn't have any outlets -- not even something as petty as taking MacInnis his sandwich last. If she wanted to do something about continuing similar problems... well, that was part of her job, actually. "Maybe I should talk to Moira too before I go in, then." But she did still want to. She took a deep breath and looked over Haller. "May I offer to fix you breakfast, meanwhile?" And maybe she'd figure out how to ask politely about the distinct feeling that between eyes, body language, and speech patterns, she was not talking to the usual personality.
Jack shook his head. "Appreciate the offer, but it'd be a waste. Later, maybe. For now, just making due with stretching my legs."
Rahne frowned a bit, not sure exactly how it would be a waste -- from the way he looked, he could be nauseated, but he didn't really smell like it -- but she could restrain her instincts enough to avoid trying to force-feed people. "All right then." She studied him a moment longer. "I hope this is not too rude of me, but may I ask which of you I'm talking to?"
Despite his fatigue, Jack allowed a small smile. "Look at that. For most that's a question usually stays in 'thought' without ever reaching that distant shore of 'said'." Rahne's official status in the school was a bit obscure to him, but he wasn't surprised to find she had enough background to know it was a question that could be asked.
He removed his hands from his pockets and nodded at her. "I'm a placeholder. But if you need a name, Jack will do."
"Thank you. I could have lived without," she added with a faint flash of humor, "but I appreciate knowing. I suppose I'll go see what I can do until Moira's available, then."
Jack's return smile was humorless. "Shouldn't have to look hard. Right now, the only thing this place is short on is sanity."
It was not precisely a truth universally acknowledged that they could always use more help in the infirmary, but it was true often enough during a crisis that Rahne had felt justified in offering. Dr. Voght had been willing enough to put her to work, and even to let her visit with Nathan if she was careful and only went when he was peaceful, though there had been a remark about not wanting to have to teleport anyone else out of trouble.
She tended to keep slightly shifted in the medlab, not enough to make shedding a problem, but enough to fuzz her skin and sharpen her senses. She was heading toward Nathan's room when she realized, slightly before she turned the corner, that someone else was nearby.
Just past Nathan's door, obviously on his way to his own destination, for a moment the tall man did nothing more than look at her. Despite the early hour, there was no trace of surprise on his face -- or, for that matter, curiousity. Slowly, he turned to flick his grey eyes at Nathan's door. The look seemed to last a long time before it swung back to her. Dark rings circled his eyes, and under the dusting of stubble his cheeks were beginning to hollow.
"If it's Dayspring you intend to visit, I'd advise against it."
Rahne blinked. "I'd been planning on it," she said slowly. "I did talk to Dr. Voght. But if ye want to explain...?"
Jack nodded his head towards the door. "He's been in and out of flashbacks, among other things. Most seems to be along the general theme of Mistra." He added, under his breath but in a much higher voice, "Because he's craaaazyyyyy . . ."
If Rahne swore, that would have been a good time for it. Instead, she growled under her breath. Mistra. Dr. Voght hadn't mentioned the word, but she should have expected it. She didn't know what else they could have done, but being stuck in the medlab when he was already shaky on reality and seeing threats where they weren't, where else would his mind go? "Sorry, that wasna meant for you," she added hastily. It probably wouldn't help matters to go around giving the impression that she was planning to bite people.
"No offense taken," Jack replied, as if Cyndi hadn't just comandeered the lips. He was losing the will to contain the rising insanity. Exhaling slowly, he rocked back on his heels. "But I thought it fair to warn you. You're young yet, and sometimes the delusions run towards kids. Them and their bodybags." He regarded her with his hollowed eyes. "Can't tell you for a certainty, but strung tight as he is, it's hard to tell what could trip the wire."
"I'm not surprised," Rahne said grimly. "Thank you for the warning." The surge of fury was not useful. It didn't have any outlets -- not even something as petty as taking MacInnis his sandwich last. If she wanted to do something about continuing similar problems... well, that was part of her job, actually. "Maybe I should talk to Moira too before I go in, then." But she did still want to. She took a deep breath and looked over Haller. "May I offer to fix you breakfast, meanwhile?" And maybe she'd figure out how to ask politely about the distinct feeling that between eyes, body language, and speech patterns, she was not talking to the usual personality.
Jack shook his head. "Appreciate the offer, but it'd be a waste. Later, maybe. For now, just making due with stretching my legs."
Rahne frowned a bit, not sure exactly how it would be a waste -- from the way he looked, he could be nauseated, but he didn't really smell like it -- but she could restrain her instincts enough to avoid trying to force-feed people. "All right then." She studied him a moment longer. "I hope this is not too rude of me, but may I ask which of you I'm talking to?"
Despite his fatigue, Jack allowed a small smile. "Look at that. For most that's a question usually stays in 'thought' without ever reaching that distant shore of 'said'." Rahne's official status in the school was a bit obscure to him, but he wasn't surprised to find she had enough background to know it was a question that could be asked.
He removed his hands from his pockets and nodded at her. "I'm a placeholder. But if you need a name, Jack will do."
"Thank you. I could have lived without," she added with a faint flash of humor, "but I appreciate knowing. I suppose I'll go see what I can do until Moira's available, then."
Jack's return smile was humorless. "Shouldn't have to look hard. Right now, the only thing this place is short on is sanity."
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