PLOT
* Soze has taken the opportunity to sleep while Crane is away. It's a hellofalot easier when he isn't being watched. It's a relatively light sleep, however. He sleeps sitting up, head against the wall.
* Some is outside the cell, waiting with a string-game strung between his fingers, his chair leaning against the welded-shut door.
* Scarecrow_ appears in the room. Not behind the glass, but inside the room with no door, and he already has a canister in one hand.
* Soze stirs. Hm. Was that a PIN?
* Mantis appears just a moment later, on the side of the room opposite Crane. He hisses an irritated breath through his teeth.
Soze> *awake* ...ah!
Soze> What's this about? *straightening up*
* Some hears things! A lean, a glance through the window, and ho-shit! Time for him to be inside the cell too. "Crane?"
* Soze is looking between the two warily. -This- is new.
* Scarecrow_ was about to flood the room with the lethal toxin, but now Some is in here. GOD DAMN IT, SOME! He snarls, and rips a sickle out from the inner lining of his coat.
* Soze starts. He's definitely moving to his feet now!
* Mantis wheezes a laugh; it crackles at the tail end. "Put that away." Oddly enough, his accent has disappeared. "You'll only make this more difficult for yourself. I'm taking him, and I am taking him now."
* Soze is on his feet now, and definitely not taking his eyes off Crane.
Soze> ...The hell.
Mantis> You be quiet.
* Some looks from Crane to Mantis, and moves towards Soze to shove him back down.
* Soze kicks at Some's knee.
* Scarecrow_ ignores Mantis and lunges at Soze with the sickle. "Get -out of here-, Some!"
* Soze 's eyes widen, stumbling off to the side.
Some> With him or not?!
Scarecrow_> DON'T QUESTION ME!
Soze> [ohgodohgod what -happened?-]
* Mantis makes a claw in the air, and then a fist, and jerks his hand sharply down-- he's attempting to disarm Crane. The invisible grip is strong, but not impossible to resist...
* Some vanishes!
* Soze is very pale. He half runs/half stumbles away from Crane. He can't do much else with his hands bound.
Mantis> Here! Come here.
* Scarecrow_ hasn't eaten or slept much in days, nor is he strong to begin with, and thus he is disarmed of his weapons before he has a chance to release the poison.
Soze> You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Mantis> Then stay here and die.
* Soze is shivering and twitching a bit more than usual, thanks to the added stress of this crap.
Soze> And come with you and get tortured some more? No thanks.
* Some is outside the window, both hands spread on the glass. Damnit, Crane, he could have had Soze locked up somewhere else by now, and you out too!
* Soze twitches. Flinches. But keeps his eyes calmly on Crane and Mantis.
* Scarecrow_ scrambles for the canister.
* Mantis lifts his chin, raising the snout of his mask. This does a fairly good job of conveying the sort of arrogance that makes a man want to punch him in the head, probably. He looks to the strawman a moment later... and gestures to send the canister rolling away from him. "You're a very talented man, Doctor. I'm sure you could scramble him like an egg. But it's my turn now."
Soze> [Fucking hell. The psychos are fighting after me.]
Mantis> "Söze. Come." The telepath is calling to you, doggie. Appealing to your mind. ...Heel.
* Soze starts moving towards Mantis. ...Waitasec.
Some> *bangbangbang on the glass! Let me help!*
Soze> ...What are you doing?
* Soze has an edge of panic to his voice.
Mantis> I'm saving your life, idiot.
* Scarecrow_ draws another canister. Not lethal, but...
Soze> Like I said, I really want to be handed down like fucking second-hand clothing.
* Soze is too weak after all those days of feargassing to resist Mantis, however.
* Soze winces.
* Mantis holds out his hand. All but his index and smallest fingers are gloved; there are steel rings around those fingers, connected by leather to further straps that disappear under the sleeve of his coat. "Hurry!"
* Soze isn't thinking when he grabs Mantis' hand. Maybe there's something about him that always choses life over death. Whatever.
Scarecrow_> "HE'S MINE!"
* Mantis grins beneath the rubber of his mask. "Not anymore." Aaand PINpoint...
* Scarecrow_ drops to his knees.
* Soze plinks out.
* Some lets his head fall against the glass, cursing in Grue.
* Scarecrow_ crumples.
* Some glares at him through the glass.
* Scarecrow_ doesn't move
* Some reappears inside the room, grabs him, and brings him out.
* Scarecrow_ is very easy to move around.
* Some is mad at Crane, for once. "I could have kept him here, if you hadn't ordered me out."
Scarecrow_> "No," he says, very quietly. "He would have found you the same way he found -him-. I could have killed him, but it would have killed you."
* Some didn't know the canister was lethal. "How did he find us?"
Scarecrow_> "The same way he would have followed you. Do you understand?"
Some> No.
Scarecrow_> "He's mine."
Some> "Yes. He is. And no one's /ever/ followed me somewhere I didn't want followed, sir! You should have let me take him!"
Scarecrow_> "He would have followed you."
Some> "I can hide, I can fight."
Scarecrow_> "He would have followed you."
* Scarecrow_ draws in his limbs and then goes back to not moving.
* Some scowls and paces. "Do you want me to find him? Bring him back?"
Scarecrow_> "Stop being cross."
Some> "Who was that?"
Scarecrow_> "He's the one who found him."
Scarecrow_> "Stop being cross."
* Some growls. "Stop stating the obvious!"
* Scarecrow_ doesn't talk.
* Some paces some more, before stopping, trying to think about this. "I'm sorry."
Scarecrow_> "Now we -have- to bring Isobel here."
Some> "No. We're not going to bring her here."
Scarecrow_> "You must listen to me, Some."
Some> "I am. Is this, with Mr. Kint, done?"
Scarecrow_> "It can't... we... it's done..."
Some> "If you want me to hunt and find him, I will do my best to do -that-, but if you don't, if you want some other target, then this is done and you've told me to bring you back."
Scarecrow_> "... If we press this any further, I risk my life... let me bring Isobel here."
Some> "No."
Scarecrow_> "I forbid you to hinder me."
* Scarecrow_ says this curled up on the floor with a bag on his head.
* Some is going to take that bag. "You already gave me an order."
* Scarecrow_ shudders and grabs at the mask, frantically.
* Some is stubborn. He doesn't feel entirely good about this, but he knew it'd come to something like this. "Jonathan. Give me the mask. You need to get out of the costume."
* Scarecrow_ springs at Some, flailing, hitting.
* Some scrambles back, but keeps a grip on the cloth of the mask. If he gets hit, so be it. He left Crane's sickle in the cell.
* Scarecrow_ will pull hair and bite if he has to. This is his right as a total loon.
* Some will NOT bite, because once that starts it's hard to stop. But damned if he's letting go of the mask before it's off.
* Some ow his hair. ;_;
* Scarecrow_ totally can't bite if he's wearing a mask, really. It's gone.
* Scarecrow_ is now known as Jonathan
* Some flings it, then, and gets a grip on his arms? "Jonathan!"
* Jonathan is grabbed, and shrieks.
* Some just holds him, glaring up into his face. "Jonathan Crane, you need to listen to me. You know you can't bring Isobel here, or Heather."
* Jonathan stares back at Some, wide-eyed. "I can't..."
Some> "You can't /what?/"
Jonathan> "... bring them here. Give me back my mask."
Some> "Which them? Be clear."
Jonathan> "I am not permitted to bring Isobel or Heather here."
* Some nods. "I'll bring back the intruder and Verbal, then."
Jonathan> "I'll be killed."
* Some sighs, and rubs his face. "Then this is done, because I won't have that either."
Jonathan> "No. Give me back my mask."
Some> "No. Give me the gloves."
* Jonathan averts his gaze, and wrings his hands.
* Some reaches for them.
* Jonathan shakes.
* Some tugs them off. "Come on, Jonathan."
* Jonathan tries to pull away but that yanks off the gloves. No! "You're pulling me apart!"
* Some flings them after the mask.
Jonathan> "You're going to pull me apart! Some! Stop it!"
Some> "You told me to bring you back and you didn't tell me how!"
* Jonathan takes another swing at him, which is about the least effective thing he can do. Not that there's much to do.
* Some takes it, staggering to the side. "Give me the costume."
* Jonathan recoils and clutches his coat. "-No-."
Some> "Yes. It's not time for it anymore."
Jonathan> "You can't take my -clothes-."
Some> "It's part of it. You need to be Jonathan Crane again, and /not/ the Scarecrow. You told me!"
Jonathan> "I'm wearing it. You can't do that."
Some> "If I take you home, you have clothes there. You'll change out of the costume and give it to me."
Jonathan> "But, my coat..."
Some> "Or I'll take it now."
Jonathan> "I'll hurt you."
* Some frowns. "I'll probably let you, but I'll take that coat."
Jonathan> "-Please- don't take my coat!"
Some> "Will you stop? Be Jonathan Crane?"
Jonathan> "I'm good."
* Some 's shoulders fall. "Are you?"
Jonathan> "I-I'm not?"
Some> "I was asking."
Jonathan> "I'm good."
* Some takes a few steps back, and sort of hunches in on himself. "I'm sorry."
* Jonathan mutters to himself, under his breath, while watching the floor, hands still tangled into his coat. He's good. "Do you want me to go?"
Jonathan> "Please don't go. I'm -sorry-."
Some> "I did what you told me to do."
Jonathan> "I told you, y-you're the only person, a-and everything is closing in a-and..."
* Some bites his lip. "Let me take you home."
Jonathan> "... okay, take me home..."
* Some nods, and offers him his hand. "... Could you read to me? It might be good for both of us."
Jonathan> Jonathan takes his hand and mumbles something, not really intelligible, but of course he'll read to Some.
Some> They will go home, and do that, then.
( And then...)