For the first time in a very long while, Venom did not have a nightmare. That wasn't to say he'd dreamt of anything pleasant--or anything at all, really. Only that there failed to be any lurking horrors in the back of his mind when exhaustion forcefully dragged him into unconsciousness. Still, their absence was notable, at least to him. It was... refreshing.
And, as if on cue, the rest of the universe decided it would not have the assassin's stress levels at anywhere lower than 90%.
The first sign that something was amiss was the hand attempting to shake him awake, to which he predictably responded with by raising a hand to shove the one on him away (and promptly dropping it the moment doing so shot a burst of dull pain from his shoulder down his spine). The second was-- Ugh, god no, not that voice... "Mr. Lant? Mr. Lant, please. I've let you sleep in for as long as I could, but you can't stay in here all day."
"You...The nurse paused in response, like she wasn't sure whether his tired tone meant he was speaking about her or just
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so much tl;dr 1/2 whychippforprezDecember 2 2011, 23:08:41 UTC
After going through so much hell last night, it was no surprise that Chipp spent most of the morning sleeping, so tired and exhausted that he failed to rouse at the start of the morning, despite an intercom post and the attempts of several nurses. It was only at the end of breakfast hours did Chipp even approach a state where he could be awakened, much to the relief of the nurse who finally did manage the task.
"Oh thank goodness, Mr. Hanberger, we almost thought you died on us," The nurse chuckled, her humor inappropriately timed as Chipp realized that a nurse was talking to him and he was wrapped in bandages, which meant he was at a hospital of some sort (one that had rooms that looked exactly like the room at the Institute they caged him in, what a coincidence). And this did not bode well for the ninja as he instantly stiffened, a wave of disgust going over him as he realized he was in a hospital and that meant he likely being treated with drugs and nope, he was done here. Chipp got as far as aggressively trying to throw the
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so much t;dr this is like ooc for chipp B(!chippforprezDecember 2 2011, 23:09:31 UTC
"I said shut up! Stop calling me that! My name is Chipp Zanuff!" He still had enough energy to complain, though his words sounded more annoyed then angry due to the sheer lack of energy to care. But he had to at least figure out where Venom was. Was he still here too? "Where's Venom
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he's just so confused, man ;(anemptydecapoDecember 2 2011, 23:36:43 UTC
"Nngh..." Under a normal circumstance, the Guild Head may have been relieved to know an ally of his had survived a horrible night. Instead of relief settling in upon hearing Zanuff's voice, however, it was annoyance. "I'm awake," he managed to say, though it barely sounded convincing. He was awake. He didn't want to be, despite everyone else wanting him coherent. But he was.
He was also being sat on. Why was--? Kch. The irritation he'd felt only grew stronger, but the exhaustion that held a vice-grip onto his mind gave it nowhere to go. He would have shoved the other man away if he had the energy to do so. Even the simple act of rolling his shoulder would have sufficed if the muscles there hadn't just been torn straight through. Instead, he made the effort to tug his legs out from under the weight currently on them and, failing that, went to burying his face in his hands. "Stop touching me."
Why was everyone touching him lately? He really did not like that.
why is everyone calling him weird names, it's like kindergarten all over againchippforprezDecember 3 2011, 00:02:54 UTC
Getting a response from Venom was enough to convince Chipp that the man wasn't dead, and he certainly didn't care that Venom also sounded very annoyed. That was sort of the usual tone Chipp was used to hearing, so he probably didn't even notice. Instead, he had questions. So many questions. The problem was that he was much too tired, just like his ally, to parse them together and instead stared at the wall for a bit as Venom tried unsuccessfully to dislodge his legs. Chipp was too tired to budge.
"Okay, so uh... Shit, what happened?" What happened was all that Chipp could really ask, the only way he could wrap up this whole mess. They were looking for Landel... but Landel was back here, and he was talking on the intercom like he was in charge or something? And now that Chipp finally had a chance to look around, there was no soldier to be seen, just a few nurses and some other guys wearing the same uniform. And speaking of uniforms, what the hell was with this shirt he was wearing
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pft, you can't fool me. chipp never went to SCHOOL.anemptydecapoDecember 3 2011, 00:20:32 UTC
It was acceptable for someone new to this scenario to have questions, but why must they all be directed at Venom? It was the same as it was with Harry. Once his strength returned, it was of utmost importance that he find what quality of his that made others so prone to following him around and bury it. It wouldn't be half as irritating if they'd listen to him the 20% of the time they weren't asking him questions, but they never did. He was eternally stuck playing their babysitter and not being a leader.
Ah, there was the anger he'd been trying to call on earlier. He was wondering when it'd find a way to bypass his current numbness.
The hands on his head scraped downward, his fingers snagging against small tangles in his bangs as he relayed the answers Zanuff should have gleaned by now. "Nothing happened. We failed," failed being said with all the venom his name suggested. They failed. They had all the abilities in the world granted back to them and they were bested by a damn idiotic megalomaniac and rabid birds. "Landel is in
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EXCUSE YOU, HE DID! He just dropped out of kindergarten [hmph]chippforprezDecember 3 2011, 00:32:33 UTC
It was amazing what a simple change in perspective could do to a person's perception of events. Far from sharing Venom's anger at their apparent "failure", Chipp only looked more confused at his companion's explanation. Failed? They didn't exactly do that, sure they wasted a lot of time getting beaten up by monstrous asshole birds, but failure? Hardly.
"The hell are you talking about? We didn't fail, we just went the wrong way." It was probably difficult for Chipp to dredge up feelings of hatred towards Landel when Aguilar was the one who took him from his home and tried to recruit him into his stupid army. All Chipp could gather was that Landel was at just as much fault as Aguilar was. It was probably something he would fail to understand for awhile, until he spent just as much time under Landel's "care". Until then, Chipp only sounded vaguely annoyed that they should have spent their time in the Institute rather then outside of it. He could have blamed Venom for that, but only fools blamed other people for their own failures. "Stop
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no wonder venom always feels like his first grade teacher >:[anemptydecapoDecember 3 2011, 01:14:29 UTC
...what?
The assassin's hands finally dropped down enough from his face to stare at the other man with one confused eye. He wasn't being negative: he was being honest. They failed in their task at locating Landel. That had been the entirety of their plan and-- they just went the wrong way? What did that even mean? It most certainly did not mean they hadn't failed. Any mistakes they made did not excuse them and there wasn't any time for them to pretend like they did. It was a simple thing to understand, something that couldn't just be shrugged away with Zanuff's startling amounts blind optimism: there was a goal and it was not met. They...
Kch. All at once, the irritation drained out of him. He rarely bothered arguing with the ninja on a good day. He wasn't going to start right now, which meant, surprisingly, he took Zanuff's question exactly the way it had been meant to come out as. Despite Chipp's penchant for misunderstanding what Venom meant, it was rare for it to be the other way around
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chipp likes to wonder what being in first grade is like [chinhands]chippforprezDecember 4 2011, 05:12:14 UTC
That was the answer Chipp wanted to hear, and he just nodded in approval. Indeed, Chipp did not view last night as a failure, but rather a pretty big setback. Alright, so Landel had the advantage here now that he was back in power, but Chipp was of the opinion that people die when they are killed failure meant giving up, and that was the last thing on his mind. He made his promise to his Master, so there was no way he was going to give up on that promise
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talk to ky kiske for more than ten minutes. you'll know.anemptydecapoDecember 4 2011, 14:40:36 UTC
Nngh, Zanuff was still asking questions.
"I'm not sure where the soldiers went," the Guild Head began with a mumble, and he forced his eyes back open, "but it was like this before the military arrived. Landel has a habit of parading this institute as an asylum, though evidently not for our sake." His elaborate production numbers at night revolving around how small and insignificant they were in comparison to his glorious maze spoke for itself. As off-putting and tiring as the treatment was, Venom was certain by now that the act wasn't for them. That would imply they were the ones this narcissistic bastard cared about.
"The staff acts oblivious because they are," he continued as he sunk deeper into the couches' cushions, by now having fully given up on completely moving the ninja from off his legs. He couldn't find it in himself to continue caring despite a small corner of his mind objecting to the physical contact like some sort of buzzing alarm. "They don't understand what happens at night and they won't believe anything you say to
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that's what kiske does, man. he's a buzzkill.anemptydecapoDecember 9 2011, 17:06:06 UTC
"Trying anything...?" What was he-- ah, did he mean attacking them? Considering the ninja's usual track-record of violence, that sounded like the easiest answer. Too tired to bother with a different meaning, the assassin went with that
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he's either killing buzzes or breaking up with sol fatguychippforprezDecember 10 2011, 21:45:54 UTC
.... Zombies.
If Chipp had been more awake, even he would be slightly more questioning of Venom's logic. Instead, he was operating under the assumptions that a) Venom was here before the military took over, whenever that was and b) he had no reason to fuck with Chipp. Therefore, he was more accepting then he should have been of the suggestion that the nurses were members of the ravenous undead and he started to think of things that would support this assertion. People not attacking them was one of those things.
That made... a surprising amount of sense in his addled mind.
"So, if they're zombies, then they're like the monsters that attack us at night?" It was a logical conclusion to make in Chipp's mind: the Institute was crawling with monsters, therefore the Institute was staffed with monsters. Made sense. Still was creepy as hell. He was far too tired to deeply consider it.
ky kiske is officially guilty gear's britta perryanemptydecapoDecember 12 2011, 17:11:14 UTC
If it was any consolation to Zanuff: no, Venom was not "fucking" with him. Regardless of how much the assassin insisted the ninja annoyed him, he wouldn't do that to an ally. There was a perfectly sound and logical explanation behind his seemingly otherwise profound leap in logic... he just couldn't remember what that explanation was right now. It had something to do with Doyleton, he was sure. Something about the undead and Next Wave and townfolk. Something that, when he came to the conclusion before, managed to spark a sense of fear and urgency in him. He was sure he had it written down.
Goddamn it, his head hurt.
Venom's left arm went back to cover his closed eyes and his head lolled back against the couch's arm. He would have liked to shift positions if his legs weren't currently trapped and falling asleep. "I suppose," he answered with a voice that clearly suggested the rest of him was falling asleep as well. "They aren't aware of it." Or so he'd been led to believe.
he sure loves them baggels.chippforprezDecember 13 2011, 20:39:38 UTC
So they were zombies... and they didn't even know it. That made perfect sense. It was like Chipp's eyes were open, only metaphorically because they were rapidly closing fast as Chipp blinked in a futile attempt to keep them open. Damnit, he couldn't go back to sleep when they were having important discussions... Except he really wanted to, especially when he was actually getting to sleep without nightmares for once. But... still... plans!"Did Landel do this to them? Maybe if we tell them they're zombies, they'll join us..." Chipp mumbled, deciding to announce every thought in his head in a futile effort to keep himself awake and keep the conversation going. "I mean... Because they're zombies... and they don't even know it... I'd be pissed off if that happened to me
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And, as if on cue, the rest of the universe decided it would not have the assassin's stress levels at anywhere lower than 90%.
The first sign that something was amiss was the hand attempting to shake him awake, to which he predictably responded with by raising a hand to shove the one on him away (and promptly dropping it the moment doing so shot a burst of dull pain from his shoulder down his spine). The second was-- Ugh, god no, not that voice... "Mr. Lant? Mr. Lant, please. I've let you sleep in for as long as I could, but you can't stay in here all day."
"You...The nurse paused in response, like she wasn't sure whether his tired tone meant he was speaking about her or just ( ... )
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"Oh thank goodness, Mr. Hanberger, we almost thought you died on us," The nurse chuckled, her humor inappropriately timed as Chipp realized that a nurse was talking to him and he was wrapped in bandages, which meant he was at a hospital of some sort (one that had rooms that looked exactly like the room at the Institute they caged him in, what a coincidence). And this did not bode well for the ninja as he instantly stiffened, a wave of disgust going over him as he realized he was in a hospital and that meant he likely being treated with drugs and nope, he was done here. Chipp got as far as aggressively trying to throw the ( ... )
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He was also being sat on. Why was--? Kch. The irritation he'd felt only grew stronger, but the exhaustion that held a vice-grip onto his mind gave it nowhere to go. He would have shoved the other man away if he had the energy to do so. Even the simple act of rolling his shoulder would have sufficed if the muscles there hadn't just been torn straight through. Instead, he made the effort to tug his legs out from under the weight currently on them and, failing that, went to burying his face in his hands. "Stop touching me."
Why was everyone touching him lately? He really did not like that.
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"Okay, so uh... Shit, what happened?" What happened was all that Chipp could really ask, the only way he could wrap up this whole mess. They were looking for Landel... but Landel was back here, and he was talking on the intercom like he was in charge or something? And now that Chipp finally had a chance to look around, there was no soldier to be seen, just a few nurses and some other guys wearing the same uniform. And speaking of uniforms, what the hell was with this shirt he was wearing ( ... )
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Ah, there was the anger he'd been trying to call on earlier. He was wondering when it'd find a way to bypass his current numbness.
The hands on his head scraped downward, his fingers snagging against small tangles in his bangs as he relayed the answers Zanuff should have gleaned by now. "Nothing happened. We failed," failed being said with all the venom his name suggested. They failed. They had all the abilities in the world granted back to them and they were bested by a damn idiotic megalomaniac and rabid birds. "Landel is in ( ... )
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"The hell are you talking about? We didn't fail, we just went the wrong way." It was probably difficult for Chipp to dredge up feelings of hatred towards Landel when Aguilar was the one who took him from his home and tried to recruit him into his stupid army. All Chipp could gather was that Landel was at just as much fault as Aguilar was. It was probably something he would fail to understand for awhile, until he spent just as much time under Landel's "care". Until then, Chipp only sounded vaguely annoyed that they should have spent their time in the Institute rather then outside of it. He could have blamed Venom for that, but only fools blamed other people for their own failures. "Stop ( ... )
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The assassin's hands finally dropped down enough from his face to stare at the other man with one confused eye. He wasn't being negative: he was being honest. They failed in their task at locating Landel. That had been the entirety of their plan and-- they just went the wrong way? What did that even mean? It most certainly did not mean they hadn't failed. Any mistakes they made did not excuse them and there wasn't any time for them to pretend like they did. It was a simple thing to understand, something that couldn't just be shrugged away with Zanuff's startling amounts blind optimism: there was a goal and it was not met. They...
Kch. All at once, the irritation drained out of him. He rarely bothered arguing with the ninja on a good day. He wasn't going to start right now, which meant, surprisingly, he took Zanuff's question exactly the way it had been meant to come out as. Despite Chipp's penchant for misunderstanding what Venom meant, it was rare for it to be the other way around ( ... )
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"I'm not sure where the soldiers went," the Guild Head began with a mumble, and he forced his eyes back open, "but it was like this before the military arrived. Landel has a habit of parading this institute as an asylum, though evidently not for our sake." His elaborate production numbers at night revolving around how small and insignificant they were in comparison to his glorious maze spoke for itself. As off-putting and tiring as the treatment was, Venom was certain by now that the act wasn't for them. That would imply they were the ones this narcissistic bastard cared about.
"The staff acts oblivious because they are," he continued as he sunk deeper into the couches' cushions, by now having fully given up on completely moving the ninja from off his legs. He couldn't find it in himself to continue caring despite a small corner of his mind objecting to the physical contact like some sort of buzzing alarm. "They don't understand what happens at night and they won't believe anything you say to ( ... )
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If Chipp had been more awake, even he would be slightly more questioning of Venom's logic. Instead, he was operating under the assumptions that a) Venom was here before the military took over, whenever that was and b) he had no reason to fuck with Chipp. Therefore, he was more accepting then he should have been of the suggestion that the nurses were members of the ravenous undead and he started to think of things that would support this assertion. People not attacking them was one of those things.
That made... a surprising amount of sense in his addled mind.
"So, if they're zombies, then they're like the monsters that attack us at night?" It was a logical conclusion to make in Chipp's mind: the Institute was crawling with monsters, therefore the Institute was staffed with monsters. Made sense. Still was creepy as hell. He was far too tired to deeply consider it.
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Goddamn it, his head hurt.
Venom's left arm went back to cover his closed eyes and his head lolled back against the couch's arm. He would have liked to shift positions if his legs weren't currently trapped and falling asleep. "I suppose," he answered with a voice that clearly suggested the rest of him was falling asleep as well. "They aren't aware of it." Or so he'd been led to believe.
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