scentbombed | Entry 6: Video / Spam

[Backdated to before Pandora -- Warden filter]

Does anyone have a list of available jobs on board? I'd like to get my inmate something to do. Preferably something that can put his particular talents to use...

...[Sigh.] Which is to say, a great capacity for violence, cunning, and generalized nastiness. I don't suppose we have anything like that, do we?

[Also backdated -- Private to the infirmary]

Yes, er, hello. I'm looking for a medication for my inmate. He said the last person he spoke to didn't have it, but, well... wizards. [She says this like it's supposed to mean something -- which, to her, it does! Quite a lot, and most of it bad.]

Anyway, it's called... ben...zedrine. I think. Do you know anything about it? He said it's for headaches.

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[And now, a spam for T'Pol!]

[It hasn't been hard to track T'Pol, once Angua worked out her cabin number and picked up the scent. One human, one... well, she doesn't quite know what a Vulcan is, but she can tell it's not human, that's for damn sure. And that scent being the only one like it on the ship, it's a pretty simple matter to follow it through all the overlapping trails, the nonstop criss-cross of people going back and forth in an enclosed-ish space, all the way to where the infected alien's gone off to.

She doesn't approach right away: she sticks near the wall, in the shadows, watching her quarry. Trying to decide, mostly, how much of A Problem this woman is going to be.]

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[T'Pol halts when the wolf appears, even takes half a step back. What was a wolf doing here? She had seen another with one of the wardens, from time to time - but that one was white, and silent. Her hand tightened around the wand, and she found herself wishing she'd gone back to her cabin to retrieve her phase pistol.]

Move, [She said, logic slipping. Maybe it was just an animal. The Barge made her expect otherwise. T'Pol took a step forward and to the side, trying to walk around the canine. She had never cared for dogs.]

[Well, she was right to think it wasn't just an animal... and wrong to think that Angua would let her get by that easily. She stepped right back into T'Pol's path, growl intensifying. Last chance, Pandora.]

[She had to resist the urge to snarl herself, but that was base and illogical and not something she would allow herself to indulge in.

Still. T'Pol glowered at the wolf and took a step forward, trying to appear as threatening as possible.] Get out of my way.

[Sorry, T'Pol. Angua was all too aware that there were a myriad number of tricks people put up their sleeves, but without, say, silver arrows or a disgusting anise bomb lying around, Angua was pretty sure that wolf-shaped-thing was going to beat person-shaped-thing most times. She stayed where she was, starting to bristle, baring her teeth.]

[The trouble was that Angua's logic was sound. T'Pol was fairly confident that she could either psychically stop the beast or break its neck, but she knew she wouldn't come out unscathed. And Pandora needed her. So she turned, lengthening her stride, almost breaking into a run as she headed for the other stairway.]http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/imgscale.png

[Oh, good. It was always much easier when they tried to get away. Angua sprang forward, bounding for the other stairway, giving T'Pol as wide a berth as she could manage to get around her and block the other way.]

[Stopping short, T'Pol clenched her jaw, glancing around for another way. The elevator would take too long to arrive, the wolf would be too fast to get to the stairs around it - why hadn't she retrieved her phase pistol?

Frustration mounted, grew out of her control, out of Pandora's, and she bared her teeth as she aimed a kick at the wolf's middle.]

[It was sort of a silly idea on T'Pol's part -- kick the giant wolf away! -- but it was so silly that Angua wasn't expecting it at all, and got clipped in the ribs as she darted past T'Pol. Stung, she let out a yelp and whirled around to face the Vulcan...

...and didn't smile, because wolves can't smile. But maybe seemed to be smiling a little bit. It really was a lot easier, ethically speaking, when they put up a fuss. She lunged at T'Pol, throwing herself bodily at the woman, aiming to knock into her with all that weight.]

[Pretty damn silly, but desperate times and all that. T'Pol braced herself for the lunge, planting her feet, but being Vulcan didn't really change the laws of physics for her. She fell under Angua's weight, breath knocked out of her as she hit the floor. While she gasped for air, though, she groped at the animal's shoulder, searching for some muscle juncture to pinch.]

[The fur around Angua's neck was thicker than most wolves', almost like a mane, and all that the Vulcan succeeded in doing was getting a grip on her fur; for Angua's part, she wasn't sure what T'Pol was trying to do, but she knew she didn't like it.

She growled, shaking her head violently to try and dislodge her -- and if that didn't work, going ahead and biting at her arm.]

[T'Pol swallowed a cry as teeth sank into her arm. Logic dispersed rapidly; she swung her other fist, punching the side of Angua's head, acting instinctively to free her arm.]

[Angua let out a throaty snarl and let go, springing back. The close quarters were ideal for biting and clawing, but not so much if she didn't want to actually kill the woman. This was, she reminded herself, only about keeping T'Pol from progressing any further.

She took a few steps back, tense, coiled to spring again, that low growl taking up residence back in her throat.]

[Fear is a weakness, and T'Pol was feeling pretty week. Her arm was bleeding freely, green staining her sleeve, but she held tight to Lucius' wand. She had to get it to Pandora, that was all that mattered here.

Clenching her uninjured hand, she fought the urge to flee by kicking at the wolf's jaw.]

[The green blood was a surprise she'd address later, although -- given the Disc's flooding with all sorts of nonhumans, herself included -- not so much as it might have been for other Bargizens.

For now, she was focused on the task at hand, and when T'Pol kicked out at her, she reared back on her hindquarters and batted sharply at T'Pol's foot with her paw -- then took the opportunity to spring at her again, lunging at her shoulders.]

[The paw caught her foot, unbalancing her - and when that next lunge came, she couldn't catch herself or spin out of the way. This time, with all that weight slamming into her torso, T'Pol went down hard; her head smacked against the floor, and she was out cold a second later.]

[The next steps were a little bit complicated, what with not having thumbs or hands or anything to wear... But with the careful application of teeth to T'Pol's clothes, a decent hiding spot, and a pre-hidden clothing cache for Angua, the werewolf eventually got herself changed -- in both senses of the word -- and was able to haul T'Pol up to the infirmary.]

Entry 6: Video / Spam

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