RP LOG | Desperate measures
Oct. 3rd, 2010 01:14 am[With
loganthebrave,
histhornedrose &
naysowee]
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... )
Word Count | 3,123
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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... )
Word Count | 3,123