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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-09-24 09:54 am

Event Log: Dazed and Confused

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dazed and Confused event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 24th-October 2nd
Warnings: None!


On the 24th of September, you wake up and everything seems pretty normal. You've got to head in for your shift at the guard, or at the clinic, or wherever else people go- maybe you're visiting a friend, maybe you're checking out the library, but either way as soon as you step out onto your street, you're in a foreign location.

No, you haven't been transported anywhere weird. Well, not by anything other than your own two feet. And hey, you could recognize a landmark and know your way back from there! But somehow you turn left instead of right and now everything is confusing again. It's not that the city itself is changing, but rather, it's your ability to take direction and move in the way that you think you should.

On top of all that, of course, is the strange inversion of most abilities. Everything is topsy turvy with your various powers or individual skills, so be on the lookout for some odd changes. Maybe you're usually pretty good at reasoning and now you can't think your way out of a paper bag, or maybe you have fire powers that start shooting icicles instead- either way, it's weird. Hopefully you can deal with it without injuring yourself too much, but... well, it's kind of difficult to make any guarantees when you can't even find your way to the clinic when you accidentally break something.

► This log covers September 24th-October 2nd.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you walk into the lake and drown or have some other unfortunate mishap, please let us know here!
circumitus: Seriously. Its 80 proof rum that was 8 bucks for a liter. I'm afraid. (you don't want any of i have)

Rey | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-25 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
All things considered, they were asking for this. Perhaps not this in particular, but even Rey has to admit that choosing a god like Confusion wasn't bound to give them a free pass to a nice time.

As the month went on, she was expecting something like this to happen. When you've been around the block enough times, you start to notice patterns, and Rey has paid mind to the incidents that tend to follow a resurrection. Delight, with her endless parties and insomnia. Sorrow, forcing them to open up to one another with confessions and feelings of guilt.

Needless to say, you reap what you sow.

I. Home Invasion (So, Your Place or Mine?)

Patrols are a joke. Rey has never had much illusion that it was doing much good for anyone, especially now. For the most part, it was an excuse to get her on her feet doing something.

Now, all she wants to do is go home. Or, the two-story house that she happens to share with Nick Valentine. It's about as close to a home as she's ever going to get, anyway. Not like she had much of a home before this place to start with.

Stumbling into the dwelling after a long day, Rey checks to see if perhaps Nick has made it home as well. After finding no sign of him anywhere, she shrugs and heads for the kitchen.

Eventually, someone will end up coming home to a scar-faced woman drinking milk or juice or whatever contents in your fridge. Right out of its carton, no less.

The barbarian.

II. Fire Lady (Streets, Riverside, Bridge)

Wandering aimlessly and into other people's homes isn't the only issue Rey is facing, it seems. There is also the occasional blip with her energy. Sometimes it comes in short bursts, lasting only for a few seconds.

Other times...

"Fuck!"

...she ends up entirely on fire.

Of course, clothes don't tend to come in 'fireproof', and Rey hadn't thought to leave the house with her armor that could withstand her body's shifts of energy. Fortunately, the state of her seared attire isn't obvious right away, what with being completely consumed in flames.

Either way, it'll be pretty difficult to ignore the oppressive heat and, somewhere down the line of your bewildering travels, a burning woman holding her hand out as if to stop you. The heat then becomes so intense that it's difficult to breathe. "You should stay back."

For someone on fire, she sounds more annoyed than anything else.

III. Data Truncation (Anywhere)

Other than getting lost and sometimes on fire (and losing clothes as a result of the latter), she winds up pretty lost.

Obviously, right? We're all pretty lost here. However, one can be lost in more ways than just directional.

Sometimes, she is no longer Rey. Not the Rey that you know (or perhaps don't know). The memories of the various women inside her head -- their thoughts, their emotions, their experiences -- are muddied. Blurred together. Sometimes, she is not even in Hadriel at all. She could be wandering the wastelands of Kuwait, or the snowy paths of the Julian Alps, or the jungles of Central Africa. Sometimes, she's in a dark city, traveling through a place known as the Black District.

Bumping into her is a gamble, as you could be meeting anyone. From the homeless girl who had worked her way up to Special Forces for the U.S. government, to the merciless Russian sniper on a warpath to revenge.

Really, it is the Salamander you should never hope to cross.

IV. Wildcard

[ooc: Choose your own adventure! The above prompts are pretty open-ended, but if you want to plot then feel free to hit up my plotting comment, PM me, or hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] citygrit!]
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funnybird: (Default)

iii. come and break my feeling with your violence

[personal profile] funnybird 2016-09-25 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Crow has been so turned around and out of it today. There are times where spaces out and hangs in some tree or pecks at something on the ground. He chalks it up to daydreaming, being bored, or... he has no idea, really. It's kind of confusing.

He looks up to see the first person he's seen in hours, or at least remembers seeing anyway. Weird how time feels like it's flying and stopping at the same time. Luckily it's someone he knows, though her name almost slips her mind in the instant he recognizes her. Starts with an 'R' he's pretty sure...

"Hey Rey!" Yeah. That's it.

It's a short glide over to her since she's only down the street. He doesn't realize right away that she doesn't seem right.
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-26 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Of all the many lives she's lived, there are a few common threads that connect them in this seemingly endless cycle.

Rey. It's a given name that they all share. Schuyler was only just now starting to realize this as she was making her escape into Slovenia when she ended up here. Wherever 'here' is. She doesn't recognize anything about this place. It's all too strange.

What more, she hasn't eaten in days. She's starved, weary from running and climbing and fighting. All she's had to drink was melted snow from the icy mountainside. But now...

Now she's seeing things, isn't she? Or hearing things. Because that bird just talked. Said her name, even.

Her first instinct is to go for her gun. But when she reaches for her hip holster, she finds that it's missing. Instead, she reaches into her pocket to pull out a set of dogtags.

She blinks, before only her eyes dart towards the bird flying overhead. "When's the last time I slept?" she says aloud to herself, her voice bearing the hint of a Dutch accent rather than her usual monotone. "Hallucinations come with sleep deprivation. That's it. That must be it."

Come to think of it, why isn't she wearing her uniform?

None of this is right.
funnybird: (Default)

[personal profile] funnybird 2016-10-05 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh no. You're hallucinating? Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something?"

As if turning his head will help his beady black eyes see what's going on here, Crow sighs and stretches his wings dramatically.

"Well, I'm about this done with today. This done! Tell me you know how to get back to your place— or my place— or some place?"

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haemophobe: (ϟ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ)

ii. HEY HEY REY REY

[personal profile] haemophobe 2016-09-25 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate is thoroughly sick of this getting lost thing. Of wandering around corners and into buildings and having to spend a minute trying to figure out where she is and dig through fuzzy steps to try and learn how she got there.

(Even worse? She's grounded for this. Her body refuses to move, or jump, any faster or higher than a bog-standard human could. It's frustrating and she almost wonders if Confusion isn't in league with Rage over anyone else in their pantheon of so-called Gods.)

Other things she's thoroughly sick of? They include the whole thing where she's apparently lost the ability to judge distances at all, and keeps running into people.

Oh, and that little thing where - if she does run in to people with supernatural abilities - her own power interacts with others' in ways it shouldn't at all. (It shouldn't be capable of affecting people through direct contact in the first place, it definitely shouldn't be affecting people from other worlds, not after all the trouble she went through discovering the differences in how powers work and accepting that she has to investigate each power individually now-

That makes no sense.)

So, long story short. Think fast, Rey, because when Kate turns a corner, she might just run into you. Literally.

"Shit--!"
circumitus: I held one once. Then I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out with wine. (babies are disgusting)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-26 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Watch it--"

Great. Just when Rey was starting to feel like she was finally getting a handle on these random bursts of energy she's been experiencing, her entire arm flares up without warning.

Not only that, but Kate will soon discover that some of her shirt has caught flame, too. Better put that out quick. Clothes tend to be very flammable.

It also doesn't help that, in just a matter of seconds, it starts to get very, very hot. Like rapidly boiling some soup in a dutch oven sort of hot.
haemophobe: (68 | ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀᴇʏ ᴘᴀᴛʜ)

[personal profile] haemophobe 2016-09-28 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fuckin' hell." The shirt comes off without much preamble or self-consciousness, just a quick tear to throw it to the ground and stamp on it. Thankfully, one gets used to fire safety when one is friends with a firestarter.

The heat? Yeaaah, for that she's got nothing but severe discomfort, and the instinctive reaction to flinch back away from Rey.

Fuck this power boost, she doesn't want it if it comes with no ability to control it.

"Guessin' you don't normally do that." Because trying to be relaxed about it is a thing, right?

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skelebro: (don't sweat it kiddo)

i.

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-09-25 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least Rey isn't alone in the breaking-and-entering thing because, uh, like hell Sans is showing up back at House #1 again, maybe ever. He doubts he's terribly welcome there.

When he ends up popping into someone's apparently empty house, he's content to lie low there for a moment while he tries to keep himself from spontaneously combusting with the force of the magic that won't stop searing his SOUL. It, uh, it's not really going well - he thinks he might've knocked over some furniture while trying to actively keep himself in one place for a bit, so all he can hope is that whoever lives here won't be too upset about it. He broke a table, a little bit. It was a pretty crappy table, though, some real shoddy craftsmanship that couldn't even take the force of a small, four-foot-tall skeleton dropping on top of it.

He hears the sound of a door opening and closing, which means that the owners of the place are probably home, which means he needs to get out, which means he yanks at the rippled fabric of space surrounding him and tries to glide through to the other end of wherever his shortcut might take him.

Only it don't take him outta the house.

Nah, instead it drops him smack in the middle of the kitchen. Complete with someone drinking a carton of - something. He knows her, he's pretty sure, but her name is escaping him at the moment, as most things are.

"Uh, hey," says Sans, by way of frazzled greeting, probably looking as bone tired as he feels. "'Sup?"
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-26 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Enough of this has been going on for the last few days that Rey isn't even shocked anymore when unexpected company just pops in. She doesn't choke out of surprise when she's midway through chugging half a bottle of orange juice when Sans makes himself known, either.

Lowering the carton back into the fridge, Rey casts a look to the skeleton who, quite literally, just dropped in.

Rather than trying to figure out how in the hell he accomplished that, she is then distracted with the realization that she can't remember if she actually got orange juice last time she went to the shops.

"You, apparently," she cracks before shutting the fridge door. Her eyes start to wander, trying to recognize anything about this place.
skelebro: (welp)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-09-26 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Yep," says Sans, trying not to let the exhaustion bleed into the timbre of his voice and - well, if he's honest here, which he's trying not to be, failing pretty spectacularly. He probably looks wrecked. That is great.

"So," he adds, a frantic attempt to turn the subject matter to anything besides the fact that he evidently appeared out of thin air and is currently having kind of a tough time standing, half-leaning and half-collapsing against the fridge for support. "You, uh, you got any clue whose house this is?"

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mismanagement: (010)

two.

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-09-26 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Patrolling has been providing itself difficult of late, more so than usual, but it must be done. Maketh glares into the water, resisting the urge to kick at the bridge like a child. Honestly! What are the gods getting out of this? It is truly amusing to them?

That thought ends when she sees the flames.

Maketh jumps back, swearing, and lifts her rifle. But that voice?

Oh.]


Rey?
circumitus: I told you this a thousand tiiiiimes. (hey you stay the fuck out of my home)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-26 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Apologies," Rey then says with all the nonchalance of simply bumping into someone while not on fire. "This has been a problem."

Understatement of the week. But it could be worse. She could be exploding, or have caused Maketh to spontaneously combust and explode. There are several possibilities that she'd rather not entertain at the moment.

She huffs, trying to get a handle on the fire by drawing it into herself before it can get any worse. For Maketh or for her own outfit.

It isn't working out so well. The flames just start catching on the rest of her.

"Goddammit, why the fuck is this happening?!"
mismanagement: (004)

[personal profile] mismanagement 2016-09-26 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Maketh clears her throat, wondering what she's supposed to do about this. Kick Rey into the lake and hope whatever is causing the flames isn't water-resistant? But she doesn't seem to be in pain...

This day just keeps getting stranger.

"Are--are you all right?" she asks finally.

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synthedick: (♦ blind betrayal)

Beep Boop House

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-09-27 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
There's no sign of Nick in the den, nor from a quick glance through the doorway to his room, but that's because he'd flattened himself against the wall the moment he heard the front door opening. He takes a breath to calm his nerves, it never occurring to him he doesn't need to breathe at all.

Peering around the frame, he takes a quick glance into the den, his metal hand tight on the grip of his gun. The fingers are cold, unfeeling, unfamiliar -- his leg feels unsteady too, and not just in the sense that it's probably as messed up as the rest of him, but hell if he can figure it out right now. He needs answers, needs to know what happened to him. He wants to know who did this.

So he creeps from the bedroom after he's sure the coast is clear, following a sound into the kitchen: a door opening, bottles clanking together lightly from the movement. Maybe it's a fridge, maybe it's a cabinet, and maybe whomever is in there is his enemy. He's made plenty over the years, so he's determined to find out.

Nick steps around the corner, his weapon at the ready, aimed at Rey's back.

"You. Hands up."
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-27 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Having wound up in places that she didn't intend, checking for signs of familiarity comes first on Rey's list. Nick isn't where he usually is, so she can only assume that he wound up getting himself lost out there.

An assumption that doesn't last very long, when she is approached in her own kitchen.

With everyone making their way into other people's houses, Rey's immediate instincts are to disarm the bastard who would even consider drawing their piece on her and punch them in the throat. If not for Nick's voice, she would have done so without hesitation.

"Nick?" Instead of obediently complying to his demand, Rey just glances over her shoulder to her roommate. Something about him seems... off. She lets out a forced laugh, her mouth twisting into an awkward smile. "Is this some sort of joke?"
synthedick: (♦ the heretic)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-09-28 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Nick keeps the gun pointed at her, seemingly impassive to her response; however, his eyes widen a fraction, the movement all the more evident by their glow.

"You know me," he utters, his expression hardening. His voice was graveled, as though holding back a fire that had been burning too hot for some time. "Who are you?"
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unitas: (▸burning delusion)

I

[personal profile] unitas 2016-09-27 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Sharon never stays long in one location, so the house that Rey has ended up in is surprisingly sparse, with only dirty dishes and a messy bed as indicators that someone does, indeed, stay here. There's a bag tucked into one of the closets, stuffed with the things not important enough to keep on her person, but still too important, or useful to toss (namely, most of Hope's knicknacks).

When Sharon opens the door, and spots Rey in the kitchen, she feels a spark of fear, and then a rush of relief. It could have been anyone, people she wouldn't want to treading her space, but at least the confused intruder is a friend, though she still makes a note to find a new dwelling to hunker down in—no one gets to know where she lives. She adjusts the sack on her shoulder, her bag of important, and sighs as she slips her shoes off and shuts the door behind her.

"There are glasses in the cupboard, you know." As if this is normal, just another day.
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-28 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
To be fair, with Rey it still could have been 'anyone'. Having the memories of multiple people swimming in your head isn't good for anyone's mental health, let alone hers.

Fortunately, she is currently Rey. Just Rey. And she's been working damned hard at keeping her focus grounded to the present, not the past. Finding something to actually focus on helps.

Sharon is a familiarity. Something of the present that she can acknowledge. So when it's her that comes through the front door, that sense of relief is mutual.

"Didn't want to dirty more dishes." Rey shrugs, still holding the carton of milk like it's no big deal. Nothing out of sorts here.

Normal!
unitas: (▸brookhaven)

[personal profile] unitas 2016-09-28 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh, sure." She slips off her knapsack as she swings the door shut with her foot. It's taken three times as long to find her way home than usual, and twice she wandered straight into one of the temples, not even thinking about it as she swung open the heavy doors. Confusion knows how to make the days longer.

She tosses her knapsack to the couch as she makes her way to the kitchen,"Do you want anything to eat? I think I still have a couple of fish in the fridge."

They were caught only a day or so ago, and while she's still learning how to properly clean the bastards, it's a thousand times than whatever bull Hope manages to pull into the shops.

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ushahin: (Thinking)

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[personal profile] ushahin 2016-09-28 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ushahin isn't paying the least bit of attention to where he's going, so he walks right into Rey in the middle of the street. Well, technically speaking, he walks right into whoever Rey currently is. He stumbles back, landing on the ground with a hard Bump! The voices have started to crowd in, but they haven't yet become unbearable. They're still causing a very large headache for him.

He knows this one. Yes. The woman who hadn't believed at first, the one who was many in one body. He blinks up at her as he pushes himself back off the ground, rubbing at his tailbone. He can't help how her thoughts are being projected into his mind. One look inside tells him this is not Rey. This is someone else entirely. He rubs his bad eye as he asks, "Who are you?"
circumitus: Your first mistake was not throwing your beer at the RA and running. (i literally hate you so fucking much)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-29 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
The last thing she remembers is an explosion.

No, that's not right. It's a gunshot. And a bullet drilling into her brain. Did she die? Is she even capable of dying?

This she does not know. You'd have to be alive to be dead, and if she was anything like the synthetics... Then Tremond had every reason to put her down.

But she isn't dead. Rather, there is no blackness, no nothing that she anticipated where her entire being would just cease to exist. Her body is in one piece, not losing chunks of limbs and flesh and other bits she had no stomach or mind to identify. Because she was dying, and now...

Now someone is on the ground.

She blinks, looks down, and cants her head at the man. All things considered, Ushahin might as well have run into a brick wall instead of a person. A brick wall whose immediate instincts are to draw a gun in his face -- except she is short of such a thing. At least she's learned that a functional firearm isn't the only weapon she needs.

"Who the hell are you?" she sneers. After being dicked around by the synthetics and even the man who was supposed to be like family to her, after all the lies and destruction they... she has caused...

Yes, she is reasonably on her guard.
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ushahin: (Visions)

[personal profile] ushahin 2016-10-03 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ushahin shrugs, his movements slow and without any sort of grace. It's as if he's too preoccupied with something to even be in control of his own body. He can hear so many other people in his mind that the physical realm holds little attachment for him right now. "I am Ushahin. I know things that others do not."

His eyes meet her's and there's a fog that seems to be clouding them from actually seeing her. Does it even matter? He's barely himself as it is, just one voice amidst the many vying for space. "I know who you sometimes are, but you are not her right now. You are another." It almost sounds like a riddle the way he puts it.

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onlyanautomaton: (i cannot change my design)

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[personal profile] onlyanautomaton 2016-10-06 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oscar knows it from the moment he awakens from what could only have been an involuntary shutdown.

A malfunction.

He goes through a comfortably familiar set of motions; that is, assessing his internal and external components and confirming their level of functionality. As always, his data systems are running at optimum efficiency. All of his gear work is in peak condition, currently performing at one hundred percent on both the primary and secondary level. And it needn't be noted that his heart, the core of his functioning, within which his most complex processes are carried out, is in perfect working order; if it weren't, he may not have had the capacity to recognize an abnormality, nor would he have possessed the ability to pay such sharp attention to it.

Systems status check... complete.

However, he is plagued by the indubitable feeling that he has forgotten something. It is simply inarguable that something has gone awry, but he scarcely has an idea of what, exactly, he is meant to do about it. He refers to his mandate and fails to locate the answer he seeks.

He is drawn from his thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and closing. The main entry point of this house is to remain locked at all times. There is absolutely no reason why he wouldn't have attended to this yesterday. Unless the malfunction interfered with his daily duties? Could the fault lie within his memory banks?

He panics, turning smoothly from his position--...in the center of the laundry room, it seems--to find a total stranger in the process of helping themselves to the non-existent contents of the refrigerator. She might be disappointed to find there is quite literally nothing to be found in it. He'd have prepared a cup of tea for her had he known to expect an uninvited guest this evening.

A few seconds pass before Oscar finally decides to step forward and open his mouth to greet her.

The automaton continues to stand there, silent, growing ever more still as the realization begins to dawn on him. He pointlessly lifts a metal hand to his collar, glancing down in alarmed puzzlement, then shakes his head slightly.
circumitus: Seriously. Its 80 proof rum that was 8 bucks for a liter. I'm afraid. (you don't want any of i have)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-08 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The lack of contents in the refrigerator is immediately noticed. Seeing that Rey is pretty sure that she had some food stored at home, she can take a wild guess that this isn't really her house. She also hazards the assumption that this place is unoccupied, given the lack of evidence showing that this place is lived in.

So when she closes the fridge door and straightens her back, it comes as a surprise to find herself blinking at a mechanical man.

Her instinct is to reach for her knife. But she knows right away that this one won't bleed.

Instead, she opens her mouth to speak.

Only to have a burst of fire regurgitate from the back of her throat, sending a flaming stream at the poor machine.
onlyanautomaton: (it is time i served some purpose)

[personal profile] onlyanautomaton 2016-10-13 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oscar may have been preoccupied with the sudden, impossible disappearance of his voice, but a stream of fire hitting the upper half of his metal frame--registering as a bright flash before his eyes and a subsequent rise in his body's temperature--certainly gets his fullest attention.

He is under attack; there can be no other explanation for it. His body acts in response, backpedaling until it hits a wall with a dull, hollow clang that reverberates unpleasantly through his chassis. He lowers his head while his wheelwork begins to freeze up as it always does when he finds himself caught in a terrifying situation. He also becomes excruciatingly aware of his hands, recalling what happened to them the first time he was so brazenly assaulted. Under normal circumstances, the memory doesn't taunt him like this. Only now does it choose to give him grief.

Were he capable of making a sound, he might have emitted a cry of despair.

He wasn't able to call for help then, either.

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