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01 vxdxx / actxxn

[He looks sickly, addressing the network, his skin clammy and his eyes sunken in. He looks pained as well, his mouth thin, brows creased.]

I... I need to go back. [He shudders, not because he's wet. (She's so angry, pulling so hard, like his chest is about to ripped apart, shredded by an angry beast of rust and barbs.)] I can't... be here.

[His eyes close, like he's trying to be more articulate, summon up the words, but instead he just gasps in pain, dropping the device as he himself clatters to the ground, clutching his chest.]

It's not my fault. I didn't do this...

[ooc; had to get it out of the way, his witch-bride is tres mad. Action welcome.]

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The good news is that yeah, it isn't your fault.

[Woah dude, are you sick?]

Just stuck here.

[Well. Ahem.]

There's a hospital.

[Shit, kid. What the fuck happened to you?]

Do you need a ride to the hospital? I can help you out.

[He's not... precisely listening because. He is really seriously having a bad moment here. Bethlehem may be frozen back home waiting for him, but there is always a little piece of her inside of him, and she knows this is all wrong. And she's furious, ripping at him until he starts to gag, starting to feel like he needs to just get it over with and throw up his heart.]

Stop _{stop _stop...}

[He probably needs a ride to the hospital, because he's not getting up and he's just on the ground, curled in a ball and shaking and begging for it all to stop.]

I'm sorry! I didn't do-- Stop... god stop it....

[Okay. Clearly not okay kid.]

Where are you?

Hang on, man. I'm...god where are you?

I'm on my way. [She'll find him. She's stubborn enough to.]

Talk t'me, kid. Where are you?

[Julie's running to her car now, digging her keys out of her pocket. Her device hangs in her free hand so everything is skewed. She checks the device on occasion for any clue as to where the boy is.]

[He has no clue, so allow him to not be helpful,]

Where... where... I didn't do it. I didn't do it. Please, stop. I'm so-- I'll... I'll...

[Halfway to promising he'll come home if she'll just stop.]

[Having met two truly insane people in his life, Roman is about ready to just quit and let some other good Samaritan take over after his call to cops or something. Ahem.]

Hey. Nobody is touching you.

[If Letha were here she would try to comfort him. She'd be disappointed in Roman's coldness. Shee-it.]

Look. [How is this so hard?] You need help.

[He needs help? Tallendi hears that, and he starts laughing in a really terrible way, like it hurts to do that and like he still wants to vomit. Pounding his fist on the concrete isn't a sign of violence or madness, but frustration.]

Help.

[His voice warbles when he says it, and it still isn't really clear if he's asking for it or rejecting it. There's no help. There's never been any help. (What a little liar. He's been offered freedom, and couldn't decide if it was what he really wanted.)]

Right. I'll be there in a ... as soon as I can.

[Theo remembers the kid from when he first came and so his rats do too. It's
fairly simple for him have his rats lead him to him, especially with all the extra juice he's been getting since it's near Halloween and whatever the hell has been going on in the City.]

[At some point, he takes the device into his hands and rolls on his back. The video still shakes, but its pointed up at the surrounding buildings. It doesn't stay there very long and he's still gibbering,]

Please stop, please stop...

[His voice getting fainter with each repetition.]

[Little sad Tallendi on the concrete does not move an inch while Theo makes his way over. Still wracked by the angry witch ripping at his insides, he doesn't have much choice. She wants him to come home, not be helped.]

[Yeah. To put away the network and pretend he didn't see would be fucking great. What the hell kind of behavior is that. His own thoughts are lugging him to a more just decision.]

Looks like you're in the square. You dropped into the City. It does that.

[What if the transfer drove him nuts?]

I'm not too far.

[He better not be telling her to stop. That won't happen. But she recognizes some of the buildings so she starts driving.

She arrives a few minutes later and parks about ten feet from the kid, hopping out of her car and hurrying over.]

Hey...can you get up? Let...[Should she just try to get him up?]

I'm gonna help you up and get you to my car, okay? You'll be fine. I'm Julie. Tell me your name.

[Oh. Witches. Theo's dealt with one or two of them before. One of his co-workers could be considered a witch-ish type. Still, he kneels down next to Tallendi, Jake and Jasper crawling onto his body sniffing him.]

Okay. Let's see what we've got here. It doesn't seem like a curse...

[And here Theo invokes some of his godly abilities, his connection to life and death and unlife to see if he can see something anything in connection because the kid doesn't look good and he's clearly talking to someone not here. Someone causing him a great deal of stress. (He doesn't believe that Tallendi is talking to no one or the voices in his head because where he's from sometimes the voices in the head are real people.)

His rats go still and their eyes glow a bright red as he searches Tallendi.]

What city.

[Because that is seriously relevant information. Did someone dump him on a plane to Jamaica or what?]

[What a question.]

It's called the City. That's it's name.

[Now who sounds like the crazy one?]

[Pretty girl trying to help. Why is his life so hard. He knows he looks like a fucking freak right now because he is a fucking freak and Bethle thinks he's her freak and he shouldn't care about pretty girls.]

T-tallendi. [He spits it out, and adds with labor,] Don't... don't touch me.

[He made a promise, that's the problem here, that's what makes the Heartstrings so terrible, he promised and he was bound to his promise and he's irreparably scarred from bearing this engagement so long. Even if he were to be cut loose, he would never be the same, just empty. Like a puppet cut of its barbed-wire strings. The ugly thing the witch has woven encircles him in entirety, the worst of the knot wrapped around his little heart which is currently screaming and crying in pain. Outwardly, the boy is doing a reasonable job of stoicism in comparison.]

It is a curse...

[A promise, not a curse. But in this case it's the same idea.]

[A groan of despair because what the fuck.]

Have to... go back...

[And apologize to Baby and apologize to the crows and no one will forgive him but maybe it will stop hurting.]

Tallendi. Hi. I won't touch you. Can you get up on your own?

[If he can, more power to him. She even gives him a tiny bit of distance, staying close enough if something goes wrong.

And he doesn't look like a freak. There's nothing freakish about his behavior. Just worrying.]

But not a City curse.

[He mutters this more to himself as he looks things over. It feels more like a geas to him. And there's something else. He's seen something similiarish on the McCallums (some descendants of the goddess he's friends with/works with/his uncle is in love with one...) actually it looks rather similar.]

The Morrigan's touched you. Huh. You're one of her folk?

And there's someone else in there too. She's the one causing you pain. Let's see if we can stop that.

[He would totally love to be touched, but he knows what Bethle will do if it's her. Baby is his only one, only one, and she'll make certain her pretty boy does not stray. But it makes her happy he tells the blonde to stay back and she eases up enough to let him crawl. He knows a hospital won't help, but he doesn't want to stay here in the street and so he crawls into the back seat of Julie's car, lying with his face pressed into the seats, shivering and swallowing heavily.]

I want a cigarette...

[A delirious murmur as soon as he hears the Morrigan's name. That was usually when she showed up, when he'd run out. She would stand next to him and offer it without a word and sometimes he didn't notice it was her at all. Sometimes he pressed in under her wing and held the cigarette, unlit, and waited until she kissed his head and was gone. She never stayed for long.]

[Bethle, however, hates the crow mother's comforts to her darling and her fury grows a little brighter. A crow in a nearby tree squawks something pithy. It's not the caw that causes Bethlehem's rage to recede again. No, that would be Theo pushing thoughtfully at her weaving. She does not worry about his undoing, only offending, as her witch line (Reynolds, until Tallendi comes home and gives her his name) are folk of blood and death and darkness.]

[Julie watches him, still staying close to a point. Okay. This has her a bit freaked out but she remains calm. What else is she going to do?

She shuts the door behind him, stopping at the trunk long enough to grab the blanket she'd recently stored there. He doesn't want to be touched, and she won't risk doing so if it'll upset Tallendi so she leaves it nearby on the seat if he needs it.

A moment later, she's behind the wheel of her car and driving towards the hospital.]</i. Tallendi, can you tell me what's wrong? Are you sick?

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