OTA- Meetings and Meetings and Paranoia in Spade Castle
Being in Spade Castle was a bit weird. He wouldn't go so far as to compare it to being behind enemy lines on a covert mission- mostly because people were well aware that he was no Spade; but it was something like that still. Enough so that Addy felt the constant need to be turning tight circles as he walked down a hall.
He tired to keep that sort of paranoid tendency, though, from taking over his entire life. The shrinks kept telling him he had to stop giving in to the idea that someone was following him, or that he was in danger all the time if he wanted to start down the road to recovery. Of course, these shrinks didn't know what the Deck was. There very well could have been a Spade lurking behind him, waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to ram a blade through his vital organs and give it a good twist.
That wasn't really paranoia talking.
He hesitated though, almost glancing over his shoulder before making a face and forcing himself to keep his eyes forward.
If there was a Spade lurking behind him with the intention of stabbing him, he thought, let them try. They would either kill him as he walked into Victor's office (which might have been a death trap just waiting in the first place), or he'd kill them. Simple.
Maybe.
Either way, he focused on getting himself back to Fox's office. That, at least, was easier to deal with that may-or-may-not-exist-assassin-Spades. It also made him seem slightly less mental. For the moment.
[[ooc: Addy is returning from the Spade Kitchens. Coffee runs are important. And, as Tegan and just about everyone else would tell him- food is too. Careful about just grabbing at him, though, unless you are prepared to go flying and/or suffer broken noses/bones/pride.]]
He tired to keep that sort of paranoid tendency, though, from taking over his entire life. The shrinks kept telling him he had to stop giving in to the idea that someone was following him, or that he was in danger all the time if he wanted to start down the road to recovery. Of course, these shrinks didn't know what the Deck was. There very well could have been a Spade lurking behind him, waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to ram a blade through his vital organs and give it a good twist.
That wasn't really paranoia talking.
He hesitated though, almost glancing over his shoulder before making a face and forcing himself to keep his eyes forward.
If there was a Spade lurking behind him with the intention of stabbing him, he thought, let them try. They would either kill him as he walked into Victor's office (which might have been a death trap just waiting in the first place), or he'd kill them. Simple.
Maybe.
Either way, he focused on getting himself back to Fox's office. That, at least, was easier to deal with that may-or-may-not-exist-assassin-Spades. It also made him seem slightly less mental. For the moment.
[[ooc: Addy is returning from the Spade Kitchens. Coffee runs are important. And, as Tegan and just about everyone else would tell him- food is too. Careful about just grabbing at him, though, unless you are prepared to go flying and/or suffer broken noses/bones/pride.]]