Paralytic - RP log
Wilhiem fumbles with the lock, then slips in. He's slightly damp, so the man proceeds to pull off the only soaking article, his sweater, and throw it towards the fireplace. He chuckles.
Auspice is sitting up on the bed, glaring DAGGERS at a book she's probably trying to read. She glances up. "Are ... you sure you haven't been doing anything stupid?" She looks dubiously to the sweater.
Wilhiem chuckles. "Just some fun. Nothing dangerous. Ruined a certain elf's haircut." He turns, grinning, then disappearing underneath a new, dry sweater.
Auspice blinks, knitting her brow. She sets the book down. "As long as that elf doesn't decide to bring his bird about as revenge."
Wilhiem chuckles. "He -did!" He straightens the sweater out and sits down at the edge of the bed. "But I found a bird of my own! And made them do battle."
Auspice leans forward slightly, wincing. She slips a pillow into the small of her back. "Hnngh. Yeah?" She drums her fingers on her thigh. "-You- found a bird? Impossible."
Wilhiem grins. "Well, it wasn't exactly mine - and it wasn't exactly a bird. But it did battle for me! And won."
Auspice raises her brow, her lips drawing out into what might even look like momentary good humour, before she shifts and winces. "Ngh. I'm ... glad."
Wilhiem shuffles closer. "You don't look glad." He stretches a hand out to her neck to check for her pulse.
Auspice drums her fingers on the bed. "I am glad /for/ you. I am not glad. I hate sitting about, and I hate being in pain." She exhales. "All things considered, I'm surprised you were able to maintain such high spirits when -you- were bed ridden."
Wilhiem draws his hand back, quickly. "...w-well, it's a matter of perspective, I guess." He looks to the side. "Let's get this over with then."
Auspice nods once. "I'd imagine I'll be in an even more surly mood tomorrow, for which I apologize in advance. I've already exhausted all of my things to do." She extends her hands. "The sweater fits me well now."
Wilhiem slips off the bed to shuffle about his drawers. He turns back, briefly, a small smile on his lips. "...ah, looks good." Back to shuffling. "Should I... find you something to do?"
Auspice makes a stiff gesture with her hand. "I... suppose, if you would like. I've ... taken to going through that book I gave you. I found a few transcribing choices I didn't agree with and started marking up the book, but it is boring and tedious work."
" And I'm not sure if you'd want to read my essays on comparative stylistics in the margins as you read the stories."
Wilhiem coughs into his palm. "...no, I would not. At all. I can hang around, you know. Talk. Unless you get sick of me easily." He has a small, narrow box in his hands.
Auspice leans forward stiffly to peek at the box. "No, I ... you know that if I sickened of you easily, we'd not be sharing a room. I fear the reverse - I am not in good spirits today, and I will be in worse spirits tomorrow."
Wilhiem smiles. "Would you believe me if I said that I've dealt with worse? Least you're not cussing or threatening with death or...hmn." He slides the box open. There are four small beetles in it - dormant, barely so, long implanted stingers on their backs.
Auspice draws her lips into a thin line, "Having said you've dealt with worse in no way justifies my foul behaviour towards you." She leans back. "How will you proceed?"
Wilhiem tilts his head to the side. "I'm exaggerating, Moira. I realize that you are put into an uncomfortable position here - forgive me for trying to alleviate... that." He winces. "Two types of general paralytic I will use, along with their antidotes."
"One is slightly stronger than the other. We will start with the weaker, see how it affects your system. Give it some time to settle and neutralize it. Then go with the second one. I'll be... testing your pain threshold as I administer the paralytic."
Auspice looks down. "I... uh." She glances to the side. "I apologize, Wil. I do not mean to needlessly antagonize you." She begins to roll up her sleeve, presenting her arm to the man. "Very well. You mentioned paralytic - how will I report my responses to painful stimuli?"
Wilhiem looks up to the woman. "This is where you come in. I want to... try and extend the network within me into your nervous system. I will feel what you feel. And I will be able to measure it, estimate."
"The paralytic affects it directly - just allow me access right before the shot, and I will be able to gauge its effectiveness."
Auspice 's lips break into a slow smile. "I... interesting theory. And very ambitious. Where and how do you plan on making contact? I can shift to accommodate you, but as the poison infects my system, I will have less and less control - and so too will you."
Wilhiem nods slowly. "I understand - and it's a risk. I am hoping that I will be able to isolate my own system from the paralytic effects, though considering that I am not being -directly- affected, this should be the least of my worries. You may... just give me your hand, I suppose, or your wrist. We'll begin a small draw to establish contact. It does not have to be a strong bond. Just an opening."
Auspice nods. "As long as you've the mental faculty to break the bond, this should prove fruitful." She leans stiffly forward, wincing. "I've ... never thought to interface with someone like this before - it may prove useful in ... frontier medicine."
Wilhiem smiles widely. "Well, you are not the only clever one around here." He picks up her hand. "Shall we begin?"
Auspice nods, then inhales slowly. "I'm ready. Please be careful - you may find my network more fragile than usual." She glances down to her legs, "Understand that most of my faculties are pent up elsewhere."
Wilhiem nods in response, and traces his thumb down the woman's palm. "Of course." He lets the first beetle slide onto his finger as he gently encircles her wrist, tapping lightly - beginning to draw. His eyes are closed, neck lowered, concentrating.
Auspice stiffens her back slightly, sucking in a breath. Energy flows from her wrist to the man in a slow, controlled cadence - her concentration helping to throttle and regulate the flow to a mere trickle.
Wilhiem stops the flow - reverses it lightly - allowing for the woman to take in the energy, but just for a few seconds. He shudders, the shadow-tendrils branching and growing, extending, sprawling and twisting about the elven nervous system on instinct. He lightly twists the bug's head. The stinger goes in quickly, and darts out almost right after, administering the paralytic agent.
Auspice 's arm stiffens, resisting the reflex to pull away. She closes her eyes, breathing in a forced, meditative rhythm. She mutters something under her breath, then opens her eyes to glance over at the man. "A ... strange feeling."
Wilhiem looks up, pupils dilated almost to the point of his eyes appearing black. He increases the pressure further, the smallest bit, allowing for the network to grow farther in, reach and wind about the vertebrates of her spinal cord. "What... do you mean?"
Auspice shakes her head slowly, stiffly. "Just ... a strange feeling. I cannot describe it - not ... like something I've experienced before." She furrows her brow, straightening her back stiffly. "What ... do you feel? Do you feel?"
Wilhiem tilts his head to the side. The branches of the now-extended network grow and wind and twist, getting more and more complex with every second. He blinks. "In control."
Auspice grinds her teeth nervously, the motion becoming increasingly stiff as the paralytic set in. "This ... spreading at an alarming rate."
Wilhiem sways silently from side to side. "Well... yes. It reacts to your nervous system. It's... programmed to replicate itself, it's a self-preservation mechanic." He allows for the growth to stall, having enough of a reference to draw from now. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a thick-looking needle. Exhales. "...and now we test the paralytic. It should be... spread about evenly now."
Auspice nods stiffly. "I... s-see." Her eyes dart about swiftly, though her movements would become stiffer, more rigid. Her breathing becomes a bit ragged at the terminus.
Wilhiem extends the needle and presses it against the woman's forearm, piercing the skin - slowly, carefully. Any reception of pain would be noted on the network, as well as the woman's reactions.
Auspice winces slightly - the paralytic not having fully infected her system. Pain shoots through the network back at Wil. Though slightly dulled, it would seem that either the toxin needed more time to reach its perigee, or that it was too weak.
Wilhiem winces visibly - and shivers, as if from an electrical shock. "...right."
Wilhiem withdraws the needle and sets a clean bandage atop of the wound. He bites his lip. "...another minute - and I am testing the second one."
Auspice 's eyes flicker towards the man - unable to give much else of an indication. Over the course of a minute, the toxin would set in gradually, dulling the wound to a dull, but present throb.
Wilhiem runs a free hand through the woman's hair, gently. "Right. Second try." He inserts the needle once again, an inch or so above the previous wound. The network-branches constrict lightly, then return to their initial state.
Auspice would roll her eyes as her hair was ruffled, looking to the side as the needle was inserted. This time, the insertion would be painless, save for a faint stinging as the needle pierced deeper tissue.
Wilhiem nods, smiling. He pulls the needle out at once and wraps a strip of linen bandage about the woman's wrist. "Good, by the.. looks of it we will not need the stronger agent - but we will see about that tomorrow." He picks up the releaser-insect. "...ready?"
Auspice rolls her eyes. As if she could respond. She makes a concerted effort to give Wil's network a sharp tug though, as response.
Wilhiem winces. "...right." He twists the insect's head and yet another stinger pierces the pale skin. The releaser would spread slowly, perhaps a bit slower than the paralytic itself. Wil tosses the insect aside and concentrates on stabilizing the internal network, preparing to retreat it.
Auspice 's eyes follow the insect, anxiously awaiting the antitoxin to wear away. While paralyzed though, Wil might find it slightly more difficult to disengage - her own body's defenses grappling onto the source of presented energy like a security blanket.
Wilhiem winces. He allows the branches to wear out and wither, sending their energy towards and into the woman instead, ripping out pieces of it to alleviate her pain, to mend the minor wounds. He lets out a hiss - this requires a ridiculous amount of concentration, but the branches retreat, folding onto themselves. Wil attempts one, final release - she would probably feel a strong tug at the end, as if attempting to pull out a fishing hook - the futility of it, not the pain.
Auspice sucks in a quick breath - her own network recoiling disentangling itself. She wiggles her fingers slightly as her faculties slowly become restored. She mumbles something, her tongue numb. "..ah ...wah ... ahnt ... heahant."
Wilhiem releases her with a pained gasp. He falls forward, onto his palms, then elbows, breathing heavily and shuddering.
Auspice blinks, then moves a leaden hand over towards the man uselessly. "... 'il? at's rong...?" She furrows her brow, fingers drumming in frustration.
Wilhiem lets out a shuddering breath before scrambling, curling up beside the woman. "...like... like slowly cutting off... a limb. Like... like pulling it. Until it snaps." He desperately grabs at her wrist - not drawing, just holding. Shivering.
Auspice reaches out stiffly with her hand, curling it inward clumsily. "I... s-... sorry, Wil." She breathes out slowly. "I... think I ... may have panicked - just ..." She shakes her head slowly. "It's ... difficult for ... me, like this." She makes a stiff, frustrated wave of her free hand.
Wilhiem shakes his head, quickly, feverishly, and buries it in her shoulder. "I-it's... fine, just too... much for me to undertake, I guess." He shivers again. "I d- did it though. It worked."
Auspice forces a wan smile, then slips her hand about the man's shoulder, giving a faint squeeze. "I'm ... I should be able to better control myself, next time. With ... the rest of me paralyzed, it ... felt like you tearing me in two different directions."
Wilhiem shivers. He clutches onto the woman, arms wound about her waist. "...I-I'll be fine, it's.. okay. It's okay. D- did it hurt?"
Auspice shakes her head slowly. "I... just a bit - it was more so ... the pent up panic." She looks down to the man. "It will take me a great deal of self control tomorrow. I think I will pass the time meditating instead of ... complaining about frivolous matters like today. If one thing is clear to me, it is that I may be underestimating the mental state I need to be in."
Wilhiem nods slowly, his body relaxing - but not without some due difficulty. "I... wanted to perform the surgery... like this - so I would.. b-be able to monitor most of your systems and responses. I d-don't know if I can do it."
Auspice shakes her head quickly. "No. No, definitely not. Not if I am to be conscious - and it may be even more dangerous if I'm not conscious. When I am aware, I can only submit to panic. Without conscious guidance, I cannot guarantee your safety, should my systems go into shock."
Wilhiem nods quickly. "Just to test the second paralytic then, if we feel like we even... need that. I'm... sorry." He looks down. "The contact h-helps the... whiplash?" He shivers lightly.
Auspice gives the man a quick squeeze with her hand, wincing slightly. "It's fine, Wil, I ... understand." She purses her lips, "Actually, I do not - I've never experienced what you must have b - ... fore." She glances to the side. "No, that's a lie."
Auspice shakes her head slowly. "I... think you should rest, Wil. We can conclude this in the morning."
Wilhiem nods stiffly, then attempts to shuffle over and away. Failing at this, he settles on clutching onto the woman's arm and resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Sor...ry."
Auspice offers a faint smile. "It's ... fine, Wil." She plants a kiss against his forehead. "Please, rest."
Wilhiem proceeds to turn into a log. A very timid, quiet, and tired log.
Auspice is sitting up on the bed, glaring DAGGERS at a book she's probably trying to read. She glances up. "Are ... you sure you haven't been doing anything stupid?" She looks dubiously to the sweater.
Wilhiem chuckles. "Just some fun. Nothing dangerous. Ruined a certain elf's haircut." He turns, grinning, then disappearing underneath a new, dry sweater.
Auspice blinks, knitting her brow. She sets the book down. "As long as that elf doesn't decide to bring his bird about as revenge."
Wilhiem chuckles. "He -did!" He straightens the sweater out and sits down at the edge of the bed. "But I found a bird of my own! And made them do battle."
Auspice leans forward slightly, wincing. She slips a pillow into the small of her back. "Hnngh. Yeah?" She drums her fingers on her thigh. "-You- found a bird? Impossible."
Wilhiem grins. "Well, it wasn't exactly mine - and it wasn't exactly a bird. But it did battle for me! And won."
Auspice raises her brow, her lips drawing out into what might even look like momentary good humour, before she shifts and winces. "Ngh. I'm ... glad."
Wilhiem shuffles closer. "You don't look glad." He stretches a hand out to her neck to check for her pulse.
Auspice drums her fingers on the bed. "I am glad /for/ you. I am not glad. I hate sitting about, and I hate being in pain." She exhales. "All things considered, I'm surprised you were able to maintain such high spirits when -you- were bed ridden."
Wilhiem draws his hand back, quickly. "...w-well, it's a matter of perspective, I guess." He looks to the side. "Let's get this over with then."
Auspice nods once. "I'd imagine I'll be in an even more surly mood tomorrow, for which I apologize in advance. I've already exhausted all of my things to do." She extends her hands. "The sweater fits me well now."
Wilhiem slips off the bed to shuffle about his drawers. He turns back, briefly, a small smile on his lips. "...ah, looks good." Back to shuffling. "Should I... find you something to do?"
Auspice makes a stiff gesture with her hand. "I... suppose, if you would like. I've ... taken to going through that book I gave you. I found a few transcribing choices I didn't agree with and started marking up the book, but it is boring and tedious work."
" And I'm not sure if you'd want to read my essays on comparative stylistics in the margins as you read the stories."
Wilhiem coughs into his palm. "...no, I would not. At all. I can hang around, you know. Talk. Unless you get sick of me easily." He has a small, narrow box in his hands.
Auspice leans forward stiffly to peek at the box. "No, I ... you know that if I sickened of you easily, we'd not be sharing a room. I fear the reverse - I am not in good spirits today, and I will be in worse spirits tomorrow."
Wilhiem smiles. "Would you believe me if I said that I've dealt with worse? Least you're not cussing or threatening with death or...hmn." He slides the box open. There are four small beetles in it - dormant, barely so, long implanted stingers on their backs.
Auspice draws her lips into a thin line, "Having said you've dealt with worse in no way justifies my foul behaviour towards you." She leans back. "How will you proceed?"
Wilhiem tilts his head to the side. "I'm exaggerating, Moira. I realize that you are put into an uncomfortable position here - forgive me for trying to alleviate... that." He winces. "Two types of general paralytic I will use, along with their antidotes."
"One is slightly stronger than the other. We will start with the weaker, see how it affects your system. Give it some time to settle and neutralize it. Then go with the second one. I'll be... testing your pain threshold as I administer the paralytic."
Auspice looks down. "I... uh." She glances to the side. "I apologize, Wil. I do not mean to needlessly antagonize you." She begins to roll up her sleeve, presenting her arm to the man. "Very well. You mentioned paralytic - how will I report my responses to painful stimuli?"
Wilhiem looks up to the woman. "This is where you come in. I want to... try and extend the network within me into your nervous system. I will feel what you feel. And I will be able to measure it, estimate."
"The paralytic affects it directly - just allow me access right before the shot, and I will be able to gauge its effectiveness."
Auspice 's lips break into a slow smile. "I... interesting theory. And very ambitious. Where and how do you plan on making contact? I can shift to accommodate you, but as the poison infects my system, I will have less and less control - and so too will you."
Wilhiem nods slowly. "I understand - and it's a risk. I am hoping that I will be able to isolate my own system from the paralytic effects, though considering that I am not being -directly- affected, this should be the least of my worries. You may... just give me your hand, I suppose, or your wrist. We'll begin a small draw to establish contact. It does not have to be a strong bond. Just an opening."
Auspice nods. "As long as you've the mental faculty to break the bond, this should prove fruitful." She leans stiffly forward, wincing. "I've ... never thought to interface with someone like this before - it may prove useful in ... frontier medicine."
Wilhiem smiles widely. "Well, you are not the only clever one around here." He picks up her hand. "Shall we begin?"
Auspice nods, then inhales slowly. "I'm ready. Please be careful - you may find my network more fragile than usual." She glances down to her legs, "Understand that most of my faculties are pent up elsewhere."
Wilhiem nods in response, and traces his thumb down the woman's palm. "Of course." He lets the first beetle slide onto his finger as he gently encircles her wrist, tapping lightly - beginning to draw. His eyes are closed, neck lowered, concentrating.
Auspice stiffens her back slightly, sucking in a breath. Energy flows from her wrist to the man in a slow, controlled cadence - her concentration helping to throttle and regulate the flow to a mere trickle.
Wilhiem stops the flow - reverses it lightly - allowing for the woman to take in the energy, but just for a few seconds. He shudders, the shadow-tendrils branching and growing, extending, sprawling and twisting about the elven nervous system on instinct. He lightly twists the bug's head. The stinger goes in quickly, and darts out almost right after, administering the paralytic agent.
Auspice 's arm stiffens, resisting the reflex to pull away. She closes her eyes, breathing in a forced, meditative rhythm. She mutters something under her breath, then opens her eyes to glance over at the man. "A ... strange feeling."
Wilhiem looks up, pupils dilated almost to the point of his eyes appearing black. He increases the pressure further, the smallest bit, allowing for the network to grow farther in, reach and wind about the vertebrates of her spinal cord. "What... do you mean?"
Auspice shakes her head slowly, stiffly. "Just ... a strange feeling. I cannot describe it - not ... like something I've experienced before." She furrows her brow, straightening her back stiffly. "What ... do you feel? Do you feel?"
Wilhiem tilts his head to the side. The branches of the now-extended network grow and wind and twist, getting more and more complex with every second. He blinks. "In control."
Auspice grinds her teeth nervously, the motion becoming increasingly stiff as the paralytic set in. "This ... spreading at an alarming rate."
Wilhiem sways silently from side to side. "Well... yes. It reacts to your nervous system. It's... programmed to replicate itself, it's a self-preservation mechanic." He allows for the growth to stall, having enough of a reference to draw from now. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a thick-looking needle. Exhales. "...and now we test the paralytic. It should be... spread about evenly now."
Auspice nods stiffly. "I... s-see." Her eyes dart about swiftly, though her movements would become stiffer, more rigid. Her breathing becomes a bit ragged at the terminus.
Wilhiem extends the needle and presses it against the woman's forearm, piercing the skin - slowly, carefully. Any reception of pain would be noted on the network, as well as the woman's reactions.
Auspice winces slightly - the paralytic not having fully infected her system. Pain shoots through the network back at Wil. Though slightly dulled, it would seem that either the toxin needed more time to reach its perigee, or that it was too weak.
Wilhiem winces visibly - and shivers, as if from an electrical shock. "...right."
Wilhiem withdraws the needle and sets a clean bandage atop of the wound. He bites his lip. "...another minute - and I am testing the second one."
Auspice 's eyes flicker towards the man - unable to give much else of an indication. Over the course of a minute, the toxin would set in gradually, dulling the wound to a dull, but present throb.
Wilhiem runs a free hand through the woman's hair, gently. "Right. Second try." He inserts the needle once again, an inch or so above the previous wound. The network-branches constrict lightly, then return to their initial state.
Auspice would roll her eyes as her hair was ruffled, looking to the side as the needle was inserted. This time, the insertion would be painless, save for a faint stinging as the needle pierced deeper tissue.
Wilhiem nods, smiling. He pulls the needle out at once and wraps a strip of linen bandage about the woman's wrist. "Good, by the.. looks of it we will not need the stronger agent - but we will see about that tomorrow." He picks up the releaser-insect. "...ready?"
Auspice rolls her eyes. As if she could respond. She makes a concerted effort to give Wil's network a sharp tug though, as response.
Wilhiem winces. "...right." He twists the insect's head and yet another stinger pierces the pale skin. The releaser would spread slowly, perhaps a bit slower than the paralytic itself. Wil tosses the insect aside and concentrates on stabilizing the internal network, preparing to retreat it.
Auspice 's eyes follow the insect, anxiously awaiting the antitoxin to wear away. While paralyzed though, Wil might find it slightly more difficult to disengage - her own body's defenses grappling onto the source of presented energy like a security blanket.
Wilhiem winces. He allows the branches to wear out and wither, sending their energy towards and into the woman instead, ripping out pieces of it to alleviate her pain, to mend the minor wounds. He lets out a hiss - this requires a ridiculous amount of concentration, but the branches retreat, folding onto themselves. Wil attempts one, final release - she would probably feel a strong tug at the end, as if attempting to pull out a fishing hook - the futility of it, not the pain.
Auspice sucks in a quick breath - her own network recoiling disentangling itself. She wiggles her fingers slightly as her faculties slowly become restored. She mumbles something, her tongue numb. "..ah ...wah ... ahnt ... heahant."
Wilhiem releases her with a pained gasp. He falls forward, onto his palms, then elbows, breathing heavily and shuddering.
Auspice blinks, then moves a leaden hand over towards the man uselessly. "... 'il? at's rong...?" She furrows her brow, fingers drumming in frustration.
Wilhiem lets out a shuddering breath before scrambling, curling up beside the woman. "...like... like slowly cutting off... a limb. Like... like pulling it. Until it snaps." He desperately grabs at her wrist - not drawing, just holding. Shivering.
Auspice reaches out stiffly with her hand, curling it inward clumsily. "I... s-... sorry, Wil." She breathes out slowly. "I... think I ... may have panicked - just ..." She shakes her head slowly. "It's ... difficult for ... me, like this." She makes a stiff, frustrated wave of her free hand.
Wilhiem shakes his head, quickly, feverishly, and buries it in her shoulder. "I-it's... fine, just too... much for me to undertake, I guess." He shivers again. "I d- did it though. It worked."
Auspice forces a wan smile, then slips her hand about the man's shoulder, giving a faint squeeze. "I'm ... I should be able to better control myself, next time. With ... the rest of me paralyzed, it ... felt like you tearing me in two different directions."
Wilhiem shivers. He clutches onto the woman, arms wound about her waist. "...I-I'll be fine, it's.. okay. It's okay. D- did it hurt?"
Auspice shakes her head slowly. "I... just a bit - it was more so ... the pent up panic." She looks down to the man. "It will take me a great deal of self control tomorrow. I think I will pass the time meditating instead of ... complaining about frivolous matters like today. If one thing is clear to me, it is that I may be underestimating the mental state I need to be in."
Wilhiem nods slowly, his body relaxing - but not without some due difficulty. "I... wanted to perform the surgery... like this - so I would.. b-be able to monitor most of your systems and responses. I d-don't know if I can do it."
Auspice shakes her head quickly. "No. No, definitely not. Not if I am to be conscious - and it may be even more dangerous if I'm not conscious. When I am aware, I can only submit to panic. Without conscious guidance, I cannot guarantee your safety, should my systems go into shock."
Wilhiem nods quickly. "Just to test the second paralytic then, if we feel like we even... need that. I'm... sorry." He looks down. "The contact h-helps the... whiplash?" He shivers lightly.
Auspice gives the man a quick squeeze with her hand, wincing slightly. "It's fine, Wil, I ... understand." She purses her lips, "Actually, I do not - I've never experienced what you must have b - ... fore." She glances to the side. "No, that's a lie."
Auspice shakes her head slowly. "I... think you should rest, Wil. We can conclude this in the morning."
Wilhiem nods stiffly, then attempts to shuffle over and away. Failing at this, he settles on clutching onto the woman's arm and resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Sor...ry."
Auspice offers a faint smile. "It's ... fine, Wil." She plants a kiss against his forehead. "Please, rest."
Wilhiem proceeds to turn into a log. A very timid, quiet, and tired log.