genessia | [Video/Action | OPEN] you know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-na-name

xxxxx[VIDEO]

[ The camera is shaky, held in an unsteady hand. It catches the entrance of the Cirque du Vrai, briefly, then there's Tannusen. He's... against a wall? The camera's too close to see that he's sitting on the ground, but the angle suggests it. Skull mask pulled free of his head... glazed-eyed and trying to catch his breath. Blood on his lips, dotting down the side of his throat to the black robes that had been a costume. ]

Cass...

[ Couldn't be more obvious of an accidental public broadcast. He's trying to send this in private, but he can't see his fucking screen-- ]

I'm not... safe...

[ Labored breathing only picks up, like something's trying to throw him into a panic. Ramping up his heart-rate, whether he likes it or not. He definitely does not, right now. ]

Jethro... can... Enchant you... get...

[ Get him out here to the tiger faster, and help get Tannusen back to safety. ]

Haaa...

[ Nope, not doing great. His head lolls against the wall behind it, rolling on a neck that's slowly starting to not hold it up. He's visibly fighting to stay conscious, glazed eyes barely open. Then the feed clicks off. ]

xxxxx[ACTION]

Tannusen's sitting back against a wall somewhere near the entrance to the Cirque du Vrai, not doing well, as the video above suggests. He's hung up the phone, maybe on purpose and maybe not. Shallow, quick breathing, dilated pupils, fighting to stay somewhere in the middle of the unconsciousness that drags temptingly at him from one side, and the panic attack that's trying to set in from the other.

(( OOC: Cassian Lynch is going to show up to help him, so he's not going to willingly go anywhere, and he may react... poorly, to anyone else. This prompt's just here in case anyone wants that CR flavor! ))

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You didn't... do anything wrong. I tried to... send that... privately.

[ Between the lethargy weighing him down and how sore his throat is, words are a little slow. ]

Just realized I... fucked it up. 'S all. I'll be-okay.

[ The hallucinations starting up aren't too welcome, though. Especially when he already sees so much weird shit at all times! ]

[He didn't like to argue, but it was hard to believe that Tannusen was okay. He looked very bad.]

A-Are...

[He hesitated to be contrary.]

A-Are you sure...? I... I could h-heal you.

Did that.

[ He actually had, too. None of the blood dotting his neck or lips had open wounds behind it. ]

Been... drugged. Cass is... on his way.

O-Oh...

[Why was it always problems that he didn't have a spell for? He could heal wounds, but still had nothing for things like poisons or drugs.]

I-Is it like poison?

[Where he was from, the closest thing to drugs was spells as such.]

Very.

[ In fact, Tannusen's not entirely sure yet if this is more poison than drug, or more drug than poison. ]

Might be... both.

[ Szel is known for both, after all. ]

I gotta stay... awake.

I-Is... Is there anything I can do?

Nnnot really.

[ Cassian should be showing up any minute, after all, with Jethro's help. ]

'Less you've... got something to... talk about.

[ To give him something to focus on besides the bad trip he's starting on, and to help keep him awake. He's not safe, as he'd said. Certain, because that's what he would do, that the moment he's unconscious he'll be taken prisoner.

Again.

Been through that rodeo a few times, if never with this particular bull. ]

[Oh man. Carrying on a conversation. Bracken's mortal enemy. He practically freezes up in the face of it. His friends had generally been people who could talk and talk with minimal input from him.

He glanced around, looking for answers.]

Ah...

Umm...

[He definitely didn't excel under pressure.]

D-Did you... H-Have... Have you...

[He completely fumbled around for a topic. The things he liked to talk about, he wasn't sure if Tannusen had any interest in.]

Have... Have you read a-any good books?

N... not lately.

[ Painful, wheezing inhale. ]

You?

I-I read a murder mystery with T... with Trahearne. It was good.

[Mediocre at best, but he wasn't the best to judge the quality of books. That was better left to Trahearne.]

I want t... to read a romance next. B-But, not one of the boring ones. O-One of the fun ones with sex in it.

Those're... better.

[ No disagreement there. ]

No fifty shades.

[ Such trash. ]

Wh-What's fifty shades?

Terrible book.

[ Shortest, but also still totally accurate, review he's ever given of anything other than maybe the 'shit circus' he's sitting near. ]

Oh...

I-It should be okay then. I-I ask the people at the b-bookstore for a good book, and they give me one.

[Flawless plan.]

Hhhgood.

[ If some bookstore employee gives Bracken 50 shades as a 'good book', Tannusen may have to find out what bookstore it was.

And burn it. ]

[It needed to happen in the future. Tannusen could at least be proud that Bracken wouldn't like it.

But that left him struggling for conversation a bit again.]

...

...

D-Do... Do you know a-any good ones?

[ It's saying something that Tannusen has an answer, even while this fucked up. ]

A Companion to... Wolves... by Sarah Monette.

'S not... super steamy... but it's good.

[Forgetting the situation, he paused to actually write that down, even if he didn't know how to spell all of it. Not good at splitting his attention between two things, he waited until he was done writing to ask.]

Wh-What's it about?

It'ssa... wolves and vikings, kinda... thing.

[ Sort of lamping on the whole 'super special companion animal' thing in fantasy, but that's not an explanation he's up for giving right now. Besides, it's a trope he can't mock too hard, being someone with a chimerical kirin bonded to his brain and all.

Faerie. ]

Fighting stuff... 'an romance 'an sex innit of... course.

[He listened, intrigued. Those four things didn't necessarily seem to mesh together, but he didn't question it.]

I-I'll ask for it next time. Do... Do you want to read it w-with us, too?

N...nah. Read it a... few times.

[ So, obviously he likes it well enough.

But the sound of a motorcycle rolling up can be heard in the background, even if the camera isn't pointed that way. ]

Cass'... here, gotta go.

[ A beat. ]

Thanks for keepin'... me awake.

[ He'd really, honestly been worried what would happen if he lost consciousness out here. ]

[He wasn't positive how to feel, there was a real mixture of emotions. But Cassian was there and he trusted Cassian.

So he nodded.]

T-Take care. I-If you need anything...

[He would have to check in later to see what happened.]

Y...yeah.

[ And with that, the feed went dark and silent once more. ]

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