obscuritenoire: (Calm [Darkness])
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Blaise was pretty sure he had the Kindred equivalent of a headache. His mind was so full of stress that he had a sensation that it was painful. He even allowed himself the hint of a sigh of relief as he exited Rory's hospital room, even if he was nervous about leaving the injured Scot alone with his brother now the restraints were gone. He understood why the soldiers had resorted to that tactic. Riley had been lucky to just escape with a concussion because Rory could have slammed his head a lot harder against that wall and even killed him if he was enraged enough. Blaise wasn't content with the situation at all. In fact, the more he thought about it and the more Brujah he saw coming out in Rory, the more it bothered him. This wasn't Rory, not according to what everyone was saying, and the longer he took to come out of these the effects, the longer it could take to get him back. In fact, he might never quite be the same again. There was even a chance he could get out there and walk right into another group of rebel Brujah and ask to be Embraced how he was right now, and Blaise just simply couldn't let that happen. He would do whatever it took to stop it.

Juliette was sitting in a large and clinical-feeling waiting room that apparently had enough security to cover a small country to ensure anyone put there to wait, stayed there and didn't try to infiltrate the main and secure areas of the facility... )


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obscuritenoire: (Serious [B&W])
It was like a Mexican Stand-off. Logan sat on one side of his brother’s hospital bed staring hardly at the enigmatic Frenchman sitting in the same position on the other side, staring back just as intently. Logan had his elbows resting on his knees, and really had no shame in staring the guy out. So what if he was trying to figure him out with actually trying to talk to him? He was a Secret Intelligence Agent. Secretive shit was what he did, and if he didn’t feel like talk to the other guy yet, then he fucking was going to talk to him yet. And if having someone else in the room was bothering him, he certainly wasn’t going to let on to the fact. In fact, he kept his emotions schooled to complete blankness, so no Kindred senses were piqued without invitation. It wasn’t an easy skill to hone, remaining blank and calm, but Logan was highly trained to even cheat lie detector tests, so he had the ability to pull it off.

Between them, Rory lay unconscious and with his sedatives stopped that morning as promised, it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up... )


Word Count | 1,954
obscuritenoire: (Stoic [Eyebrow])
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Buffy was becoming starkly aware that no one had said anything, but what was there to say. She just sat there with her jaw hanging open as she took in the fact that Logan Buchanan really did share his brother's genes, and then some. Their parents had to have been ridiculously good looking. And now, come to think of it, she was pretty sure Rory had never mentioned parents let alone a brother. A brother who was still waiting for someone to say something. She looked behind her at Riley who just looked like he wanted to pass out, and then glanced to where Graham was protecting Blaise and Juliette.

She stood up to nudge him out of the way a little. "Hey, just stand down, okay? This is Rory's brother. Does he look like he's ready to do some damage." Buffy moved over to Logan, ignoring the military escort he seemed to have picked up as she held out her hand. "Buffy Summers. I'm a friend of Rory's. Forgive the sudden lack of ability to speak on pretty much everyone's behalf but you're kind of a new twist in the Rory tale. One of those things no one was expecting. Rory hit Riley in the head. He usually is a lot smarter than this."

Juliette's eyes narrowed as she breathed in deep, trying to see if the new arrival smelt anything like Rory... )


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