Jacob Frye freed London (and Evie helped) (haltthemachines) wrote in angellogs, @ 2017-09-15 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | evie frye, jacob frye, noah fon ronsenburg, shaun hastings |
Who: Jacob, Evie, Shaun, Noah (open to Assassins / check in before you join a thread)
When: Current
Where: An abandoned building
What: Jacob’s in pretty rough shape, and Noah shows up on the basis that he’s probably able to help out. They’re heading back to Assassin HQ. Join in if you want to visit / help?
Rating/Warnings: Jacob was tortured, and is rambling and drugged.
Status: In progress
Honestly, the entire thing, the entire last couple of months have been insane for Jacob, at least in terms of London and being at home. He’s kind of baffled still as to what’s just happened. He has his memories of being here, but it’s different now, punctuated with memories of needing to light candles instead of flicking a switch, and phones being something that are largely theory instead of easy, and of his son, his SON, of all things… It’s all weird wrapping his head around things to begin with, and considering he’s barely thinking as it is, and dizzy and pained…
He’s going to ride this out and hope things make sense at some point.
Noah’s got a bag slung over his shoulder and he’s walking pretty quickly over to Jacob. “Jacob? It’s Noah.” He’s hoping they can just teleport Jacob over, once he’s as stabilized as they can manage. He’s guessing Jacob won’t recognize him, considering the state he’s in, and the eye issue he said he had.
There was something drawn thin and exhausted in Jacob’s phrasing. More of an upset about what people did to everyone around him, versus talking about himself. If Jacob was his soldier, he’d guess the stress would eventually roll in. Shaun probably knows that.
He’s guessing this is some - abandoned building? Probably farther south, he’d guess, than Scotland, by the warmth of the air, but beyond that, it’s just coordinates.
London, as far as Jacob can tell, though he’s pretty sure Lambeth would be marked as some sort of historical thing by now. If it’s even standing still. He’s not positive because this isn’t the cell he was being kept at Jack’s mercies in. and Evie and Freddie are both gone now.
“He was an assassin.” Jacob says now, rather aware someone is here. “The ripper. My fault, but I thought…” And that does hurt, it’s hurt for the several months this has been going on, only getting worse in the autumn, when the murders started happening. “He was like my weird little brother, or..almost a son before I had Emmett…” At least he knows HE is safe from all of this, back in Crawley with the assassins who’d started him and Evie out. Ethan Frye’s line still carries SOME weight back there, and he would KNOW if Jack had left London. He may not have assassins still in the city, but he has some loyal associates among the usual networks and...that helps.
“I was stupid.” he adds. “Sorry, we’re near strangers even if I remember your face vaguely…” And because he would know if something was going wrong. “I shouldn’t ramble...I’ve been a bit in and out of my head lately.” He’s bruised, particularly badly on his face, blood dripping from above his eye, which is swollen mostly shut and may also be bleeding, though the rest of the face is fairly swollen too, and he’s got a leg bent under him at a weird angle, with some scars in various stages of healing just about everywhere that’s visible.
“You’ve got the - vision thing, though, I’m guessing. I don’t - look like an assassin or a Templar, I’d assume.” Noah’s crouching down. “Probably want to try to stem the bleeding a bit, but I don’t want to put my hands near your face without permission.” He’s setting the bag down carefully. “We could start again, you know. I have the advantage that I’m not half dressed and sitting in someone’s hedge.”
He’s honestly quickly messaging Shaun a rough list of what he’s seeing, and asking how they want to handle it. Warp to the Assassin HQ might not be any worse than ending up here. “I don’t think you’re stupid, Jacob. Would it help to hear that?”
“Right. Eagle vision. Not exacltly at the mo’...” Jacob’s drifting a little. Things are blurring in front of him out of the eye he can use and he sort of wants to melt into them a little. The stark contrast between the dreamy fevered world and reality is a little hard to handle just now, though he did realize he needed help.
“That’s...yeah, it won’t do much on its own and I’ll try not to move around.” Jacob’s saying, thinking, or trying to, of how Evie would approach this by going as quiet and still as possible. AND they can’t do much worse now.
“This is insane.” Evie’s voice is echoeing a little down the way. “This WORLD is insane. I looked through that game. I’m not ABLE to go avenge anything now if he turns up, or put him down. I’ve seen the...he has training I never did yet, training we helped GIVE him and…”
“I think from what I’m told, it’s only Jacob.” Shaun’s trying to keep up and failing. “I saw it too, the...fear stuff from India, right? But you COULD learn that, in theory. There’s always a future to make him pay in.”
Despite the situation, and everything associated with it, hearing that, in Shaun’s voice? It makes Jacob want to smile, but it’s too much of an effort with his face the way it is, so he settles for a hollow sort of laugh.
“Wait, you’re not avoiding me because probation?” He asks, then focuses back on Noah. “They had their reasons, I mean, sure. I’m completely aware what an arse I am, which is why I find myself here, I suppose. Or arrogance? My pride fell with my fortunes? Is that the line reading? I don’t remember which play, even, but there weren’t vampires. Which is kind of a pity. Someone ought to cast a Shakespeare that way, can you even imagine?” And he’s frowning. “...Please tell me no one’s getting the...video thing of this moment? I don’t want to be the highlight for the new kids.”
Noah’s unfolding a blanket and carefully offering a bit of it to him. “Over the shoulders, please. For to save her shoes from gravel seems the most inappropriate quote I can think of. This’ll be cold. For the swelling. Mistress Evie. Fawkes. Good to see you both. Do you mind if I accompanied him partway back? The damage on the leg makes me worry that teleporting might be painful.”
“That would be a huge help.” Evie sucks in a breath, getting a good look at Jacob, even though she’d seen the videos, wondered if the older her was how her mother might have looked if she were here, sucked in a breath at how much Jacob looked like their father, and been sort of caught up in absorbing the information about what was to come and what it had meant for letting Jacob around, well, mentally unstable people. The whole effect of that, combined with the way he looks is a bit overwhelming.
“Nain always DID say I ought to carry smelling salts.” She comments, shaking her head a bit. “I see the point now. This shouldnt be happening.”
“Considering he just had twenty years in the space of a month here?” Noah shakes his head. “Fawkes? Do you have a plan here? I’m at your service right now.”
“At the moment, getting him back as quickly as we can, and getting the healer who can come the quickest.” Shaun says, trying to clear his head a little. “Arno was taking Aedan out to st...get something for pain and swelling and the fever, but I”m not sure about infections or anything like that. “
Noah nods. “Let’s work on that then. The swelling might be bad. Concussion, for example. If you can’t get a hold of a healer, Sebastian might be able to call on one. If it’s a choice between nothing and someone, I think you two could negotiate something.” He’s moving over to Jacob. “I have some water as well, if you want to try to get some down. Did you eat anytime recently?”
“I...don’t think so.” Jacob does try to remember, because, surely, at some point that must have haappened, along with whatever drugs he was being given, to keep him unable to figure out a way to… wait. Had he mentioned those? “He did want me alive, so I would think...he wanted to see me suffering. Revenge…”
“Your leg looks pretty bad, as does your eye.” Noah’s frowning. “Try to sip a little water then. I’ll hash it out with Shaun the least painful way to move you, and we’ll get you somewhere safe.” Since - it sounds like Jacob’s not exactly coherent enough to manage thinking through it right now. “Do you know if you’re on any drugs right now? If you’re not sure what, we can work with it.” Can’t hurt to check on that. He suspects that - opiates might exist in his era?
“Oh. RIGHT.” Jacob tries to think about what it WAS. “There was a...toxin sort of thing. Fear toxin. He was using it as gas but with me tried something else. There’re probably marks.” He frowns.
“Christ.” Shaun mutters, considering those applications. “Well, if it helps, we know you’re going to live.” It probably actually doesn’t under the circumstances, but then again, Brit to Brit thing? Chin up lad, and all of that. Honestly, Shaun wishes he was better at that kind of thing right now.
“Coordinates?” Noah suggests. “I can help him up a little. Probably better to stem the bleeding not here.”
Shaun’s rattling those off, opting for a offsite location from the hotel, where they’ve got some medical equipment set up and in place. They don’t have technicians and it’s probably nothing up to standard, but sometimes you make due.
Well, and Shaun’s read a LOT about the x-ray machine and avoiding radiation poisoning. Can’t be any more dangerous than an animus.