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Giovanni 'Sarcastic Little Shit' Rammsteiner ([personal profile] ofobedience) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs2017-03-15 11:11 am

[OPEN] The air is silk, shadows form a grin

Who: Giovanni and OTA
Where: Giovanni's subconscious, have fun with that
When: Chapter 4
Summary: dreams and nightmares
Restrictions/Warnings: violence, gore, bioweapon horror, that kind of thing



[Various dreams and nightmares written out in the comments. They'll all be open so feel free to tag them!]
somnusrex: (sure why not)

[personal profile] somnusrex 2017-03-23 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Eh, well, Ryner thought being held against your will and talked to...that way was more than a little unpleasant. Maybe not torture in the strongest sense of the word, but..something, at least.

"Good."

He wanted to ask, since it was obvious this guy had been hurt and healed, somehow. Ryner'd considered that he might just have been given tattered clothes, but it didn't seem to be that way, so...well. Nothing to gain by focusing on that now.

"Yeah, probably won't be too happy about it. But I can fight him. Might not win, but I can try."

He did realize how ridiculous that sounded, but he'd hate himself forever if he didn't at least make the attempt to help this guy. Nobody deserved treatment like he'd heard him endure.

"Pretty sure if we can get out of whatever building this is we'll have a shot. I'm pretty fast."
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Yikes, I'm so late, gomen

[personal profile] somnusrex 2017-04-02 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
He saw that skepticism, and couldn't say he blamed the guy for it. It was hard for him to trust himself in this, really. But Ryner had always had a very strong tendency to simply act when he felt someone was being abused or mistreated, plan or no plan. And here, he had no plan whatsoever.

"What he is? No, I'm afraid I don't. Doesn't really matter at the moment, if we need to get past him to get out of here we'll figure something out."

And no, he hadn't known that they were in the Mayor's chambers, but he supposed it made some sort of sense. Maybe. Or maybe not, but it also didn't seem too important at the moment. Ryner wasn't normally given to hopeless optimism, but he did believe in finding a way to make things work.

"If you could tell me, that'd help."

He sensed the pain in the guy. It was really well hidden, but Ryner knew firsthand how it felt to carry it all the time. Hopefully distracting him might help.