Lazylog for Lua/heart adventures/whatever else is needed

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Lazylog for Lua/heart adventures/whatever else is needed

Who: Prefect, Lua, and MORE?
What: Oh god it's a heart in a jar what do /o\
When: After the breach
Where: Prefect's cabin... AND MORE?
Warnings: I am lazy-logging this, and there is a heart in a jar :(

The heart is just. Sitting there. On his desk. Like it does not even give a fuck about the fact that it is the grossest thing ever to creep into his cabin and just stay there.

Prefect just stares at it.

He stares at it, and tries not to think about the fact that he licked it, and yanked Ladd's hair, and taunted Ladd about being in love with him, and generally did everything in his meagre power to ensure that once the breach ended he got brutally murdered.

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Everything goes back to normal after a breach, so Lua isn't sure Prefect's actually got this heart, but if she looks she'll be able to tell Ladd it's all okay. She knows Prefect's waiting for her, so she knocks, tries to crack the door a bit, and smooths her face down so it looks like she's not asking a crazy question.

The door isn't locked, because Prefect isn't a master of home security. He glances up to see Lua at the threshold, and immediately he's on his feet and reaching for the jar.

"You're here for this, right? For Ladd?"

He thrusts it out towards her, expression fraught and distressed.

"Take it. It makes me feel sick, looking at it."

Lua startles, but takes the jar, trying not to drop it or look inside at what's got to be in there. It's heavier than she would have thought. "He won't tell me what happened." She needs to know in case Ladd decides all of this counted as real life, even if it doesn't.

Prefect swallows, looking disgusted with himself as he answers, "I cut out his heart, and put it in a jar." He shakes his head, and lifts a hand up to rub his face, "I think, if he doesn't want you to know what happened, that's his prerogative. I don't know if I'd want to talk about it either, if I was in his place."

"It's better I do, so I know what to tell him." She doesn't want to see anybody get killed for this, see him get in more trouble. "You need it to stay quiet, you know I can do that." Her voice has a little shake to it, not just out of how creepy all this is, but if neither of them are talking, how bad did it get?

"It was a flood, and I wasn't myself, and-- I'm sorry, Sister. It's his place to decide whether he wants to talk to you about it or not. The fact that he wants to kill me doesn't undermine the fact that I don't think that it would be right for me to tell you about something that he probably considers to be quite private."

Prefect isn't sure where being magically forced to get down on your knees and cling to someone while that person pulls your hair and mocks you for loving him lies, on the spectrum of terrible things that your fiance should really hear about from you if she hears about them at all, but... he is pretty damn certain that it's on there somewhere. He's definitely not going to describe any of that

Guy's got some kind of death wish if he thinks it's a good idea to stay quiet, but Lua doesn't push. It's on him if he gets killed now, just like it's on Nygma. She can't stop what she can't tell a story about.

There's sound coming from the jar, though, some kind of beat and some kind of hiss, as Prefect's talking to her, and he hasn't stopped, so he probably isn't hearing it. She tries to pretend she doesn't, either, and her eyes are everywhere else in the room. "You know what to do with this besides keep it? He got his own back, but..."

Prefect's shaking his head before she even finishes, "No. It's not mine, I don't want it, I don't know what to do with it. Just give it back to Ladd. Let him decide for himself."

"Still locked up. Thought I'd take care of it, make it one less thing..." she trailed off, able to tell Prefect just wanted her out of there. She backed out the door and headed to her own room, ready to lock the jar up and ask a few questions.

Now here was a fellow he hadn't talked to in a while. Dracula was in an excellent mood after being a real live dragon for three days, and he was poking around checking in on people. But...when he got near the door, his nostrils twitched. Again. What in the world was...that almost smelled, faintly, like--

He darted forward and knocked firmly on the door.

"Brother Prefect, are you quite all right in there?"

Prefect glanced up from his intent staring at the heartjar on the desk, and rose to head over to answer the door, "All right? I--"

He opened it, and glanced out too Dracula. His expression was slightly haunted and disturbed, but he forced a smile anyway, "I'm fine, brother. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Ehm...I do apologize for the intrusion. I was just thinking we had not talked in a while, and that that was a pity. But when I got to your door I noticed a faint smell that was a bit familiar. I just wished to make sure that none of your insides had ended up on your outside." A smile that melted in confusion as he noticed the signs of stress.

Prefect grimaces at the explanation for Dracula's concern, and shakes his head, before stepping quickly to the side to let the other man come in, and see the thing on his desk.

"No, not-- not mine. It's... after the breach ended, some things that happened didn't automatically change back to the way they were. There was-- I did something to somebody, and I guess the Admiral thought I deserved a reminder."

Dracula steps in, turns--and flails for a moment. "What in the--oh, that is well beyond a joke. I can't believe that Pula calului in virful dealului* did that. Look, do you want me to get rid of it? Or do you just want to get out of here for a while? I don't mean to press, but you don't look all right."

*Rough translation: "High and mighty horse cock."

Edited 2012-08-07 03:31 (UTC)

...There's this thing about vampires. They have a good sense of smell. In particularly, they can smell blood. And hearts. Hearts that were in a jar in your room.

...Which is nothing, really; some vampires can tell you the hair color of the last girl you had sex with. Willow... isn't sure her nose is up to that. But she can most definitely smell that there was a heart in this room not too long ago, if not still.

It's... rather making her stare at the door. Very. Very. Hard.

Prefect had actually gotten rid of the heart some time ago. Unfortunately, since doing so, he'd made a trip up to Ivy's blood drenched room to make sure her sprinklers were working.

It had been a gross, unpleasant journey, and the lasting effect of it was that when he stepped out of his cabin to find Willow standing there, he carried the deep and lingering scent of gore with him.

"Sister?" He's a little surprised to find her there, but whatever, it's been a long day and Prefect quite likes Willow, "Can I help you with something?"

She moves quick - not quite a blur, but certainly faster than one would have thought possible; and even with her strength reduced, it's still with a strong grip that she moves to seize him, and press against the wall, face transforming. "Smell like blood."

The instinct to feed aside... humans weren't supposed to smell of blood.

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Because they have little CR?

yyy! More Willow is always wanted and welcome!

Yays! Except... Gah, way to trigger all her instincts. DX