Blackadder's Flat, Saturday afternoon (After the events in A&S NFB)

[walter_n_wires]

 

Nadia's arm, chest, and head were all fighting it out to see which hurt the most.

At the moment, her chest was winning.

"Please . . ." she tried to gasp for breath and was only somewhat successful. "Stop. . . ." 
 
"No," Walter said simply, settling her ungently on Blackadder's couch.  

Adella pulled a long strip of tape off the roll and held it out to Walter.

"Seems like you're hurt your wrist... We should get that wrapped up for you." 
 

She should fight them. And get away. And go get help.

If only she could just catch her breath. ". . . no . . ." She tried to kick out at not!Walter. 
 

"Yes." Walter didn't seem to move to evade the kick; he was simply not where her foot went. He took the strip of tape from Adella and grinned down at Nadia. The boy's journal had mentioned her extreme hatred of duct tape as something he found incomprehensible but "cute."

"This might hurt..."  
 

That grin was about the most terrifying thing Nadia had ever seen. She tried to push herself away from him, but between her broken arm and the broken ribs, she could barely move.

". . . Walter . . . you don't . . ." She gasped, staring at the duct tape in his hands to avoid looking at his face. "You don't want . . . to do . . . this," 
 

Oh, but he did.

The boy tried a new tack, not fighting so much as redirecting. If he couldn't keep the vampire from doing this, maybe he could make it productive.

They stuck the tail end of the duct tape to a side table and reached for Nadia's arm. The vampire could enjoy her pain, and the boy could redirect him to straighten the break before binding it. 
 
Nadia couldn't stop herself from crying out when he grabbed her broken arm, sending shooting pain radiating up through her shoulder.  

Adella pulled another strip off the roll and sticks it on the table.

She comes up behind Walter, putting her arms around him and spreading her hands across his chest, looking over his shoulder at Nadia.

"Awwww." 
 
Walter smiled over his shoulder at Adella before turning back to deftly wrap Nadia's arm in duct tape. He didn't give much thought to why he was wrapping her arm instead of mummifying her the way he had with Blackadder. She made such amusing sounds, maybe that was why.  

Adella reached into his waistcoat pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

As Adella tapped the pack and pulled out a cigarette which she held up to Walter's mouth Pippi was trying to pay attention to what he was doing with Nadia's arm.

He was wrapping it up. Like how Nadia wrapped her own arms up when they were weetiny.

Was that because that's what Adella said and she has more control over him then she may think?

Maybe the number of times is just one. Or maybe it's that fairy gift thing? Or maybe it was the real Walter?

She actually kinda hoped it was the first one, because that had been her blood damnit... That may give her a chance if she could ever take control again... 
 

As the pressure of the tape tightened, the pain in her arm died down, and Nadia watched the process with a certain horrified fascination.

They were still fighting . . . whatever the hell was going on. That was a good sign, right?

Maybe it just meant they wouldn't kill her. 
 

Now I...

Now we wrap her ribs.

No, now I...

...wrap her ribs. I heard them crack. You know it'll hurt her.

Walter grabbed another strip of duct tape, pulling Nadia roughly upright, which made no sense when contrasted with the way his fingers gently prodded her torso before he began wrapping her with the tape. 
 

Adella held the cigarette between her lips and lit it.

Taking a drag as she rested her left are on his shoulder as she took the cigarette out of her mouth.

With her other hand, she tucked the lighter back into the waistcoat pocket where it came from.

Looking at Nadia with a slit eyed sideways glance, she blew a stream of smoke at his neck and asked, "What are you doing my sweet?" 
 
Nadia was wondering that, too. When she wasn't too busy trying to not actually whimper and wondering whether or not she should try struggling.  

The boy withdrew, leaving the vampire in charge. Maybe he was hitting the right buttons now. He just needed to keep Adella and the vampire from killing anyone before he figured out how to best exploit that.

"Taking my time," Walter answered her, giving Nadia's ribs an especially ungentle poke. 
 

"Hmmmm." she said running her hand down from his waistcoat pocket to his leg and so on.

"You are one to do that, aren't you?"

Pippi really didn't want Adella doing what she was doing in front of Nadia. But she needed to reserve her strength for now. At least she wasn't hurting anybody.

She wished there was a way to compare notes with Walter. 
 

Stop that! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Nadia wasn't certain if she was thinking that towards Walter, whose poking was making her gag, or Pippi. She hesitated a moment, then kicked out again, hoping to catch them by surprise and . . . then lay around trying to catch her breath.

Yeah, great plan. 
 

This time Walter caught her leg just above her ankle in a grip that was definitely going to bruise. Just to be sure, he gave it a hard squeeze before pushing it away.

"One learns to pace oneself."

He pulled Nadia up from the couch and nuzzled her neck even as the boy pushed forward again with a flare of panic that the vampire found enlivening. 
 

Nadia remembered catching sight of that fang. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what might be happening next. She started struggling as hard as she could, trying to break Walter's grip. It sent shooting pains through her chest and her arm, but she refused to let that stop her.

Her St. Jude medallion slipped out of her shirt as she twisted. 
 

Walter pushed Nadia away from him with a hiss of surprised pain, a hand going to his burned lips and chin where the silver chain had brushed.

"The silver." 
 

Adella clucked her tongue.

"Kitty's got claws it seems." she says reaching out for the necklace. 
 
Nadia pressed herself back against the couch, her good hand reaching up to grab the necklace before Pippi could get her hands on it. She wasn't sure why, but the silver had done damage, and she wasn't about to relinquish a possible weapon.  

Pippi "pushed" forward, trying to take control of her own hand.

As Nadia grabbed her necklace Adella grabbed her hand, thanks to Pippi's efforts her hand wasn't crushed. It was yanked away from her neck however, breaking the chain.

She turned Nadia's hand down, threatening to twist it to far the wrong way.

"Drop it." she said, "Before I make you." 
 

Nadia clenched her fist tighter around the medallion. Honestly, right now, the pain in that wrist was just making the pain in her chest less piercing.

"Screw you." 
 
"I could just cut it off," Walter offered, leaning back against Adella and looking amused despite the burns on his face. It might have something to do with Adella's considerable multi-tasking skills.  
"You know what? If she wants to keep it so bad? Pull me off some tape won't you?"  

A litany of curses in a variety of languages was running through Nadia's head. If they taped up that hand, the weapon, such as it was, would be lost. She yanked back on her arm and kicked out with both legs, despite the fact that that caused her ribs to twinge, and her wrist to be twisted further.

"You . . . both . . . suck." 
 

Walter's reaction to that proclamation was the sort of smirk that might imply how much he liked that fact.

Or it might be because he was pulling off another strip of duct tape and passing it to Adella. 
 

Adella stopped multi-tasking and turned her attention fully to wrapping Nadia's hand in the long strip of duct tape.

"Yes... Actually. We do." she said with a sly smile flicking at Walter.

Pippi tried to to let Adella know how relieved she was that the fairy thought that was her idea. The necklace my be less useful as it was. But at least Nadia's hand isn't broken, and she'd still have it if she could get her hand free somehow later. 
 

Nadia's struggles slowed as she noticed they were having absoltuely no effect on them whatsoever. She'd have to bide her time, wait for an opening to get out of here.

Assuming she survived that long. 
 

Walter waited for the offending silver to be wrapped away before leaning toward Nadia again. The girl's struggles had made Adella stop what she was doing and he wasn't overly pleased about that.

Not her. Adella knows more. The boy could hardly believe he was saying it, but fighting didn't seem to work as well as redirecting.

Forming an opinion about women now, boy?

No, dolt, I just know the difference between sex with a teenager and an ageless being. Don't you?

You have a point.

Which didn't stop him from licking Nadia's neck before leaning back against Adella.
 

"Poor boy, did you get burned?" Adella asked stubbing her cigarette out on the table behind them.

"How can I make that better?" She twined her arms around him again and brushed her fingers against the rings on his fingers. 
 

Nadia had had about enough of these two fawning over each other. On the other hand, if they kept it up, they might just get distracted enough that she could figure out a way out.

"Please stop that." She tried to shift slightly, so she might get a better angle and a slightly more powerful kick. "Or just kill me before you keep going because I really don't want to see it." 
 
"More tape?" Walter asked Adella, catching Nadia's leg with his free hand even as he shifted the hand Adella was touching to allow a bit of wire to unspool. Or he could just hold her to struggle futilely while he and Adella continued what they were doing.  

Adella nicked a finger on the wire as he asked for tape.

"If you like."

She offered him a roll with one hand while spreading blood from her cut finger over his lips. 
 

"Okay, ew," Nadia kicked at the hand holding her leg, in an attempt both to get Walter to let go and to loosen her boot laces enough to get at least one of them off. If that was still Pippi's body, then it was going to be very ticklish.

"Seriously, just cut it out. No one needs to see that." 
 

Walter ignored Nadia's kicking while he tipped his head back, licking the blood off his lips and turning his head toward Adella's finger.

If her boot hits his rings, he might tighten his fingers very painfully on her leg. 
 

Adella spread some of the blood on her own lips.

And her ear.

And her neck.

And so on.

You're rather quiet. 


Nadia did her level best not to watch what whatever it was that was controlling her friends was doing with their bodies, and instead focused on continuing to kick and keeping talking.

Her boot was almost loose enough. "Is this supposed to be some sort of lesson or something? Sex=evil? Because I'm not buying it. You guys can be as creepy as you like, but you're going to go down."

There! She wiggled her foot out of her boot, losing her sock as well in the process, and immediately shot her toes at Pippi's side. Alright you evil whatever, let's see how you put up with Pippi's ticklishness. 
 
And Walter really wasn't paying attention to the sudden nefarious toe ambush. Nadia wasn't going anywhere and there was blood on Adella's "and so on." He kept his grip on Nadia's one leg and turned the rest of his attention elsewhere.  

"... Funny you should say that girly because he's already gon..."

This thought was interrupted by a squeak that didn't have anything to do with Walter, blood, "and so on".

Something funny fairy? 
 

Thank god Pippi didn't finish that sentence. Nadia very much did not want to know.

She attacked Pippi's side furiously. Toes weren't the best implements of tickle torture, but they seemed to be doing pretty well right now. 
 

Walter, with a little help from the boy, interpreted that squeak as something entirely different. So he continued with "and so on."

When she started to laugh hysterically, he pulled back to check her face - maybe she liked that sort of thing - and realized that there was tickling going on. He filed that away for future use and pushed Nadia's leg roughly away. 
 

Adella's laughter settled into a small chuckle and ended.

What the hell was that about?

Probably just trying to distract you. I don't think she likes to share.

Childish.

I can't argue.

Pippi tried to think as quietly as possible.

You should ignore her.

"Ignore her." she said to Walter, tugging on his ponytail. 
 

Yes, ignore me! And let go of my leg!

Then, she might just manage to crawl out of here, or something.

Or gnaw the duct tape off. It would taste horrible, but it wasn't like she hadn't had to do it before.

Stupid duct tape. 
 

Ignore her, the boy agreed.

So Walter did, letting go of Nadia's leg to make better use of his hands. 
 

Adella was clearly enjoying herself.

Pippi wished idly there was a better way to do this.

"Nadia. I'm so sorry."

... Did I just say that out loud?

Yup.

Pippi blinked and looked around, the perspective had changed.

You sick... 
 

Nadia had made it halfway off the couch when Pippi spoke. She shot a look up at her friend, startled to see . . . her friend.

She swallowed, nodding slightly to Pippi even as she continued to slowly move off the couch towards the door.

It's not you, I know, It's not you, it's not you. . . .

As soon as she thought she was far enough away that she had a chance, despite her injuries, Nadia bolted for the door. 
 

Pippi wasn't looking at Nadia. She couldn't look at Nadia.

If she looked at Nadia the fairy may figure out what's up.

She focused on "Walter". Trying to pull his head away from her by his hair and grabbing at his hands. She imagined Adella wanted her to struggle against him. Funny enough that's what Pippi wanted to.

She grit her teeth and tried to push him off her. Every so often, an involuntary shutter went through her body.

"Get. Out." she said through her teeth. She could be talking to Nadia. She might not. 
 

He'd heard the apology, and horny, distracted, undead or not, he wasn't so slow as to not understand that Nadia was on the move and Adella was not currently in residence. That realization overrode the boy's attempt at subtlty.

While Pippi grabbed for his hands, one shot out and let loose a handful of wire to wrap around Nadia's legs and pull her off her feet.

"I'll take her legs off," he warned both of them as he leaned away from Pippi. 
 

Nadia tumbled forward. One arm was broken. The other hand was balled into a fist of duct tape. There was no way to catch herself.

Pain lanced through her arm and ribs as she hit the floor, and then through her head as it bounced off with a *thunk*

Deja vu, she thought blearily, and then the world went black. 
 

Pippi craned her head around and looked at the immobile Nadia.

She glared at "Walter" and held up her hands in a non-confrontational way.

"Don't." 
 
"Where's Adella?" There was a fine furrow between his eyes from the headache Walter's struggles were causing. "Bring her back."  

Pippi felt Adella trying to take control again. She could fight it, but it wouldn't last and wouldn't do any good just at this point she suspected.

"Stop. Hurting. Her." Pippi ordered him putting up a token resistance before her eyes changed again. 
 

There's my girl. Walter smiled faintly and twitched the wires to untangle them from Nadia's legs and whip them back into his rings.

Let's put her away and celebrate.

"Let's put her away and celebrate." 
 

Awww, what a sweetie. He was worried about me.

Yes, you really know how to pick a thrall. Itsoundslikealovelyidea.

"That sounds," Adella said, fixing Walter's collar, "like a lovely idea."

[ooc: Warnings for violence, blood, and non-graphic sexual situations. Not open for interaction, as is to be expected.]