DAY FOUR MASS POST

[vesania]

[So, now you've gathered most of your Virtues, it's time to try to use the blasted things. It seems it will take a lot of trail and error, though. You'd think someone would have been good enough to provide instructions.

There are six Virtues in your possession now, with the seventh available today in the movie theatre. But it seems the infected have been warned, so you might have a fight on your hands!]

[[I will comment with the plot account if you use the Virtue in the correct way! This is open to UNINFECTED AND INFECTED ALIKE.
THE MOVIE ROOM | TEAM PATIENCE | TEAM CHASTITY | TEAM KINDNESS | TEAM CHARITY | TEAM TEMPERANCE | TEAM DILIGENCE | TEAM HUMILITY
DAY FOUR OOC POST | PLOT HUB | INFECTED REFERENCE LIST]]]]

Comments

[compromisedarrow]

You think I'm stupid? Freaks like you force me to use stuff like that.

[He's just going to start pacing again, not getting any closer...]

Listen, either deal with me or leave. I don't want to sit here talking to you. Waste of my time.

[wizard_redfive]

[Looks like Plan A isn't working out so well. Time for Plan B.]

Fine. Suit yourself.

[And taking those last few steps, she walks through the bars and into the cell. Her hand holds onto a piece of red wood. How long as she had that? It certainly wasn't there before.]

[compromisedarrow]

[And this is sufficient enough to make Barton jump and take a step back. Luckily, Steve didn't bundle him into one of the Zero cells...

He recovers quickly, and moves to swing a fist out to punch into Dairine's side. He doesn't really care about the peice of wood. It's just wood. What's it gonna do, splinter him?]

[wizard_redfive]

[Barton attacks before she can drop the spell, so his fist goes straight through her. Weirdest feeling ever.

Dairine side-steps out of the punch, shedding the particle dissociator. Once she's corporeal, she grabs his arm in a vice grip and tries to pin it to her side with her elbow. Using her other hand, Dairine raises the wood and...

...pokes him in the arm. Hopefully.]

1/2

[compromisedarrow]

[The fazing of his hand through her body startles him enough that she can actually grab his arm and prod him with the wood before he can pull out and go for her neck...]

2/2

[compromisedarrow]

[...Before he stops, hand frozen in place wherever it had got to.

The Wrath? Gone. It drained out of him like the plug being removed from the sink... He just sorta... stares at Dairine for a moment.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine starts when the arm pulls back, realizing where he's aiming for next. She instintively grabs his wrist, ready to prevent him from strangling her...

...when his hand stops mere inches from her neck. She pauses, her grip still tight, not quite trusting him yet. Then she looks up and slowly, awkwardly smiles.]

Hello again.

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint tries to jerk his hand back, to step away, get some distance between them.]

...What...?

[wizard_redfive]

[And Dairine lets go.]

You are back, right? Not wrathful anymore?

[compromisedarrow]

Wrathful?

[His head was pounding... And then he remembers. Slowly.

...Oh god. Excuse him, he's going to back off into the wall now.]

...Did I hurt anyone?

[wizard_redfive]

You are back! Thank god, I was worried I would have to hit your head next--

[Oh no. He's retreating, and here come the hard questions.]

Honestly? I don't know. You sort of vanished on me for a while there.

[compromisedarrow]

[Barton looks away, closing his eyes.]

Steve locked me in here, didn't he?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine cautiously approaches.]

Yes. He thought it would be best until we found a cure.

[compromisedarrow]

Don't blame him...

[He scrubs a hand over his face, sinking to the floor.]

[wizard_redfive]

Hey, hey...

[Dairine is walking over in earnest now. Putting a supportive hand on his shoulder, she crouches down to Barton's level.]

You shouldn't blame yourself either.

[compromisedarrow]

[A snort, there.]

It was me who attacked those people. I remember it all.

[And he doesn't have an excuse of being possessed this time.]

[wizard_redfive]

[She shakes her head.]

Just because you remember doesn't mean you were in control of your actions. That virus seriously messed with your head. What you did was not your fault.

[compromisedarrow]

Virus... That's what it was?

[A snort. Yet another thing taking advantage of his potential.]

So, what now? You gonna let me out, or do we have to wait for Steve?

[wizard_redfive]

Yeah, that cold that swept through right before Thanksgiving? Except it was actually a Seven Deadly Sins virus. Everyone who caught the virus lost their reason and started acting like one of the sins.

[At the mention of Steve, Dairine freezes. Oh right. Steve. Hahaha GUESS WHO DIDN'T TELL STEVE WHAT SHE WAS DOING. Oh man, she's gonna get it.

She recovers quickly though and pulls out her journal.]

I'll call him. Leaving an empty cell for him to find would cause a panic.

[compromisedarrow]

Great. Infect the guy with the bow with a rage virus. The castle knows how to pick its targets...

[He stands, stretching.]

Good idea. I don't want people dragging me back in here.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine shakes her head.] The virus didn't come from the castle. Or at least, not this castle.

Right. [Taking out a pen, she writes down a filter for Steve.]

Hey Steve. Come to the prison when you've got a minute. Barton is ready to go.

[compromisedarrow]

Thanks.

[He sighs, rubbing his eyes.]

My head hurts.

[wizard_redfive]

Don't worry about it.

[Except she will totally worry about it. Silently. Undetected.]

No kidding. You hit your head again.

[compromisedarrow]

...When?

[wizard_redfive]

When Steve brought you here. He had to knock you out first, otherwise you wouldn't cooperate.