15. f*ck this town in the ear
[As far as Tybalt's perception goes, his existence suddenly cuts from Lucy's call to Tybalt himself lying on the floor of the kitchen with the phone still hanging off the hook and his face in a small pool of his own saliva.
He's also sore, far moreso than he's been since he came to Mayfield (save when he was riddled with bullets at the dairy). He drags himself, panting, up so that he's on all fours, and then he glances around the kitchen to see if anything looks awry, if perhaps the telephone itself somehow attacked him. He wouldn't put it past this place.
Everything looks fine, though. He instinctively grabs his side from the pain as he stands, but now the pain has fully returned. And he can feel his body through his shirt, and his body feels...
Well, it feels like it did back home, before the town healed him. The notches in his ribs from bone-callused cracks have returned; he can feel every scar through the fabric. His neck aches in a familiar way, and when he touches his cheek he can feel the older, fainter notches in his skin have returned to join their fresher counterparts from the dairy. His ear is still missing.
It slowly dawns on him why he was on the floor and has no recollection of a few minutes of his time. It also slowly dawns on him that this is the first seizure he's had since he came here.
The town had healed him of his fits, and now it's topping off its April surprise by giving them back.
He picks up the phone and practically snarls (filtered to Olivier's army and those he fought beside at the dairy:]
...we need to talk. Now.
[ooc: Reposted because I deleted to be safe after miss_enma_ai gave me a heads-up about jumping the gun on regain approval.]
He's also sore, far moreso than he's been since he came to Mayfield (save when he was riddled with bullets at the dairy). He drags himself, panting, up so that he's on all fours, and then he glances around the kitchen to see if anything looks awry, if perhaps the telephone itself somehow attacked him. He wouldn't put it past this place.
Everything looks fine, though. He instinctively grabs his side from the pain as he stands, but now the pain has fully returned. And he can feel his body through his shirt, and his body feels...
Well, it feels like it did back home, before the town healed him. The notches in his ribs from bone-callused cracks have returned; he can feel every scar through the fabric. His neck aches in a familiar way, and when he touches his cheek he can feel the older, fainter notches in his skin have returned to join their fresher counterparts from the dairy. His ear is still missing.
It slowly dawns on him why he was on the floor and has no recollection of a few minutes of his time. It also slowly dawns on him that this is the first seizure he's had since he came here.
The town had healed him of his fits, and now it's topping off its April surprise by giving them back.
He picks up the phone and practically snarls (filtered to Olivier's army and those he fought beside at the dairy:]
...we need to talk. Now.
[ooc: Reposted because I deleted to be safe after miss_enma_ai gave me a heads-up about jumping the gun on regain approval.]