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Post by Tybalt on Jan 13, 2012 23:38:16 GMT -5
Tybalt tried to scramble out of the room like a wounded animal caught in a cage; and just like such an animal, he very quickly ran into his limitations, collapsing painfully again and striking his face on the edge of the chair. He pulled himself into a hunched position, clutching his face so that Doom didn't need to see it, looking so haunted by this great unforseen failure it was difficult to laugh at the admitted absurdity of having just watched a muscled grown man flop forward like a doll, then curl up in a fetal position.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 14, 2012 0:46:06 GMT -5
It was harder to laugh at the predicament of a man you had just seen weeping pitifully. Doom hesitated to lean down and support him, in case Tybalt found it more humiliation.
"You are likely at greater risk for a seizure now, do not overtax yourself--"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 14, 2012 0:49:23 GMT -5
Tybalt didn't need to be told that; he knew all of the signs. And indeed, right as Doom was lifting him, he gave a groan of recognition and panic.
In a few moments he was spasming and making guttural incoherent noises in Doom's arms.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 14, 2012 0:53:33 GMT -5
Doom had taken off his cloak (which he seldom did except to shake off an attacker so bold as to cling to it) and was cushioning his head with it.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 14, 2012 0:55:10 GMT -5
In another minute Tybalt was coming to, blessedly unable to remember the humiliation of collapsing to the floor twice, but humiliated by the realization of what had obviously happened. He was too groggy to startle, but the way he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned was obviously that of a man who wants to fall through the cracks in the floor.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 14, 2012 1:00:28 GMT -5
It was time to find an anticonvulsant suitable to Tybalt's rather specific needs. If he was indeed going to assist this broken, unhappy young man in the business of becoming less so, this was no way to go about it.
Doom would have set his head in his hands; instead he merely loomed and sighed.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 14, 2012 1:02:11 GMT -5
He didn't know how to move. His body felt like sludge, and he'd never experienced this degree of exhaustion before.
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