Fifth Tentacle

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[So, Mayfield, guess who managed to get possessed pretty much immediately? This guy. To be honest, it's a wonder he wasn't just killed straight up... except that these angels apparently have a very cruel since of humor and, as we all know, Daniel is fun to fuck with.

This post takes place over the course of approximately an hour. Each occurrence

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[seriousbigtime]

[Spider-sense FLARING. Peter rushes into whatever room Daniel's in.]

Daniel, what's---?

[And his eyes bulge when he sees what Daniel's been doing to himself. He rushes forward, taking hold of Daniel's arm to try and stop him from clawing at himself.]

Whoa, whoa, what the hell are you doing?!

FAMILY THREADJACK!

[bro_thel_fist]

[What is all this commotion, boys? Careful, or else she's going to start making fun of you two and saying that you're doing dirty things to each other~

Except holy shit, Daniel's bleeding everywhere. Suddenly, accusing them of playing Hide the Salami is not priority number one. She beelines straight to the other two, running water at the sink and waving at Peter to drag Daniel to it.]

What the hell with the scratching, Dan?

THE BEST KIND

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[Oh man oh god oh man oh god the stone is not going away! Daniel nearly decks Peter in the face when the boy first rushes in, before (relatively) calming down when he sees who it is. He's just about to explain when Raquel shows up too. Oh thank god. These people will understand. They'll help.

Unfortunately, he continues right on scratching. He hasn't calmed down that much.]

My arm! C-cant you see it?

[He brandishes said arm in their faces. It looks perfectly normal, except that he's holding the fingers in a rigid claw shape which is kind of disconcerting. And, you know, the blood.]

[seriousbigtime]

[Peter squints at it briefly before shooting a nervous look in Raquel's direction. What's he trying to prove?]

Yeah, it's---it's bleeding, dude. You're tearing yourself up.

[bro_thel_fist]

[Gives a slight shrug. She's as clueless as he is.]

Daniel, there's nothing wrong with your arm except that you're flipping a shit and scratching it open. You're getting blood everywhere and you're going to get it fucking infected if you don't come here and let us clean it out for you.

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[...NOOOOO WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, NOT!FAMILY? He was counting on you helping him! So have a sort of... really nervous, terrifying laugh. Feel free to be royally creeped out.]

Haha, um, w-what are you t-talking about?

[AND SUDDENLY SERIOUS.]

Stone doesn't b-bleed. MY ARM. IS. M-MADE. OF. STONE.

O-oh god it's sp-spreading...

[If you guys aren't going to help, he's going to struggle. Fair warning.]

[seriousbigtime]

[Okay, taking the neurotic and bumping it up to eleven, are you? Peter tries to bring him towards the sink and rinse his arm.]

Daniel---

Daniel. You need to relax. Okay? Just take a deep breath. Breathe, dude. Your arm's going to be fine if we just rinse this off and stop picking at it.

[bro_thel_fist]

[fjakdsfjsdlkf WHAT THE FUCK, DANIEL.]

Your arm isn't stone! Do you not see the blood you're getting everywhere?! Calm the fuck down and let us bandage you up already, god dammit!

[Yeah, Raquel's not great at calming people down. In fact, she's going to try and help Peter drag your ass to the sink.]

[cuttlefidget]

[Oh man, this has been bumped up so far past eleven it's not even funny. In fact, it's more like... eleventy-billion. Yeah. That.

And nope. No breathing or calming down is going to happen. Daniel is in the middle of one of his worst attacks in quite some time, and the only thing to do when that happens and you don't head it off early is to just wait it out.

In the meantime, have a cuttleman trying to fight you off with increasing urgency!]

N-no you d-don't understand, w-water w-won't have any effect and it's spreading and w-what do you b-bloody well think w-will happen when it h-hits my heart or m-my spine I AM GOING TO DIE and all y-you two c-care about is making sure the s-stuff is bloody well CLEAN w-when it kills me!

[seriousbigtime]

[Peter's struggling to keep Daniel's flailing under control---not doing such a hot job at it, either.]

Daniel, come on! Cut it out, man! We're not trying to hurt you!

[bro_thel_fist]

You're not turning into stone! You're going to die of blood loss if you don't stop pitching a fit like a fucking baby, now come on! [YANK!]

[cuttlefidget]

[Hey. Raquel. Enjoy being punched in the face. If you're going to swear at him and refuse to be helpful, then by thunder, you are going to get roughed up a bit! Excuse him while he flares bright red warning coloration at you both. Man, blue blood on red skin, now that's an interesting sight right there.]

YOU'RE W-WITH THEM, AREN'T YOU?

[seriousbigtime]

[Whoa wait what the what?! Peter's breath catches in his throat as he starts to realize that Daniel can't exactly be reasoned with in this state. Gee, Peter, you think?

He wishes he were nearly as strong as he was back home---it'd make holding him down a lot easier, now that he's trying more aggressively to keep Daniel contained.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! That was not cool! Not cool!

You okay, Raquel?

[bro_thel_fist]

[Well, there's some red blood on that skin of yours too, Daniel. YOU BROKE HER FUCKING NOSE.

Raquel recoils with a loud expletive, covering her face with both hands as her nose begins bleeding rather heavily.] Just let him go, he's fucking lost it!

[She removes one hand and starts scrambling around for a paper product to put up to her nostrils and absorb the blood.]

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[It's just a sign of how far gone Daniel truly is that he doesn't immediately calm right down and start sobbing and apologizing. Oh no. No. He is way too terrified right now even for that.]

Y-you are w-with them! You w-want me to die! D-DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR ME!

[And just. Backing towards the door. He'll go and get this stone off his arm somewhere without his evil family.]

[seriousbigtime]

[Peter's just staring at Daniel, watching him leave---terrified, shocked, and a little bit hurt. He stays in place, throwing his hands up into the air after he slinks out the door. What the hell was he supposed to do?]