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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 4, 2009 23:52:43 GMT -5
His mouth pulled into a grim line. "It is very... coincidental," he admitted. For some reason, the image of Zizzy, that day with Iker came to him, the rage in her face and how'd he'd literally had to beg her not to soil her conscience with murder. "But I think you'd remember consciously choosing to do something like that, and motive aside... you're still recovering, and you're not that strong physically. I'm not sure you'd be capable of doing it even if you had wanted to."
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Post by Jules on Mar 5, 2009 0:16:31 GMT -5
"But just...how did I get there? How? I was sleeping." Her cheeks started glowing because of course she was lying and she looked down and shrugged. "I guess you're right. It just all seems kind of...bizarre. Maybe you should keep me under lock and key." And although she cracked a smile, she wasn't sure she was joking.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 6, 2009 18:31:27 GMT -5
His returning smile had its own edge of seriousness. "That's the plan," he said. He stopped her as they walked, turning her to face him. "And to curtail future apologizing, looking after you is one of my favorite things to do."
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2009 19:22:16 GMT -5
Zizzy, relieved he hadn't notice her little fib, stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. Since the beating, she hadn't exactly been in the mood for anything passed a soft kiss. But, not that she'd say it out loud, there was something freeing in the knowledge that one of the people responsible for the death of her baby was done and for the first time in a long while, she held him tighter, pushed deeper, kissed him harder.
Somewhere deep, Vilmos recoiled. The sudden happy radiating through his host was not pleasant. She was usually comfortably morose and angry. He didn't quite appreciate the change. He tried to forge forward, starting as a pain in Zizzy's left temple, which she ignored for now.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 6, 2009 21:10:25 GMT -5
Somewhat taken back by the sudden ardor of the kiss, Armand rocked back on his heels, but pleased, he tightened his hold around her, feeling a familiar (but recently dormant) stirring inside him. He returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, breaking only long enough to murmur that he loved her.
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2009 21:25:01 GMT -5
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Vilmos burst into action, battering himself against her conscious, trying to grab hold of it. It was so sudden and foreign that Zizzy cried out and bent over double. The headache was worse than the one she'd had when she'd first woken confused, and that was saying something. Not only was it painful, it was the oddest sensation---like she was being pushed out of her own head. "It---won't go away."
Vilmos was having a harder time grabbing hold since her mind had not been filled with rage this time around, but he had saved himself in a way he had not realized---had Armand kept contact with Zizzy and absorbed her in that way of his, he would have surely detected him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 8, 2009 19:02:33 GMT -5
[ooc; Lulz. "EW."]
Armand at first reached for her as she yanked away, but hesitated, unsure how to help, or if he would make it worse trying to intervene.
"I-- what? What won't go away? Zizzy-- I think we should go to the hospital."
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2009 19:35:42 GMT -5
Let goooooo.
Zizzy, for the first time, became aware of the internal voice that was certainly not her and definitely the source of the pain radiating in her skull. Every time he/it spoke, the agony spiked. "No." She groaned, not realizing she spoke outloud.
I will make you kill him.
And with that, Zizzy remembered, remembered tearing apart the Mob leader through no will of her own. Never the less, she could remember the feel of his flesh slicing open under the blade, and then her fingers. "Help." Was the last thing she said before she let go, stopped fighting, and Vilmos swarmed.
Once he had control, Zizzy straightened and gave Armand a grin that was a little wider than usual, with a little too many teeth. And then she saluted and walked in the opposite direction in a brisk walk with a quick "Byeeeee." That was not at all Zizzy's voice.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 8, 2009 19:39:29 GMT -5
Armand blinked, more bewildered than anything, before his eyes narrowed and he jogged after Zizzy. "Bye?" he repeated, voice strained, as he fell in step beside her. "What was that? What's wrong with you?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2009 19:55:58 GMT -5
Ergggghh, why was it folllowing him?
"Yes, bye. I'm fine. It was nothing." She walked forward faster, breaking into a jog, hoping he would get the hint. Zizzy, the real one, was aware this time, of what was happening while Vilmos had control and she wished she could reach out to Armand, make him sense her, make him realize something was horribly wrong as her body trundled forward like a car who's steering wheel was no longer in her hands. But she was too afraid to fight back, in case he lashed out at Armand as a response to her rebellion. At once she wanted him to figure it out and get away so he'd be safe, from her, from it.
"You go now. Byeee."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 8, 2009 20:15:02 GMT -5
His brow arched, almost angrily. Was she... running to get away from him?
"It wasn't nothing," he said tightly. "Why are you acting like this?"
In vain he tried to think of an explanation for her bizarre behavior. He had to assume it had something to do with her sudden headache, but he had no idea what would make her so eager to get away from him, while all the while still able to assume a calm person. No lightning around her cheeks, nothing to suggest angry or that she was lying.
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2009 20:21:38 GMT -5
Zizzy tried to will Armand from the passenger seat in her own self to realize it wasn't her. If he would just grab her with enough force he might sense this ugly force consuming her. Please
How I make him go away? I will kill him. You will.
Zizzy thought hard. The thing was strong, brutal, but he didn't seem that smart. Tell him, tell him Zizzy's not feeling herself. Vilmos was indeed, not very smart.
"Zizzy's not feeling herselffff." The longer he was in control, the more and more the voice he produced was not Zizzy's. He did not have Iker's power of mimic and her tones slowly faded from the words, replaced with the eager. brutish sound of Vilmos' own voice.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 8, 2009 20:45:29 GMT -5
His eyes widened. For the first time it hit that Zizzy wasn't acting like herself because she wasn't herself. Gripping the upper part of her arm, he effectively halted both of their progress. Keeping his hold, he said slowly, "What's my name, Zizzy?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2009 20:51:30 GMT -5
Vilmos didn't want to kill Armand here, with all these witnesses, he didn't want to end up in the Rissa again. But he would if the man wouldn't let him go. Zizzy held out on supplying Armand's name as long as possible so that when she lied, it would seem more plausible.
His. Name.
Okay, okay, his name is Frank.
"Your name Frank."
Zizzy felt a small surge that Armand had seemingly clued in, but she kept it under wraps lest Vilmos sense it and realize that he was being tricked in some way. She praised Morpheus that she'd gotten the stupidest Night Terror ever. It would be just her luck that he was also the most openly brutal. "Now lemme go."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2009 23:10:54 GMT -5
Panic rippled through him, though he kept his face blank. What did this mean? His first thought was, of course, some kind of possession, but... who...
Iker was... not stupid. No, Iker was more than not stupid, Iker was smart-- especially smart when it came to decieving people through imitation. Iker would not have suggested his name was Frank.
"Right," he said smoothly, smiling. He leaned in, caressing her face. "But were you going to leave without kissing me goodbye?"
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