[Fifth]

[midgardserpent]

[It's been two months and Jormungandr's patience has run out. The drones in his house have gotten on his very last nerve, and combined with all the anger and frustration that he's been building up over the town, his being brought there, the pointlessness of it all... well he's just had enough.

So bright and early this morning, he kills all the drones in his house. He knows it won't last, he's been told that death doesn't last here, but it helps. Relieves tension, as it were.

Anyone walking down Hastings Boulevard this morning will probably see Jormungandr. With blood on his clothes. Yup. He looks completely unperturbed by it.

By around midday he's managed to clean most of it off, but he's still walking around town with... strange red stains on his clothes and hands. Oh dear.

Dare you approach?]

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[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[When Nina sets eyes on Jormungandr, she pales and her eyes go wide, before her pupils narrow in dislike and anger. He's covered in blood, and it can't all be his.

Her voice, when she speaks, is intense and angry.]

What have you done?

[midgardserpent]

[Oh. She's angry. That's not surprising, actually. He knows what he's done won't be taken lightly, but he has no regrets at all whatsoever. In fact, he's feeling better already. Far less irritated with the town than he was when he woke up this morning, that's for sure.

But still, this woman is angry at him, whoever she is. He gives her a straight, level stare for a long moment. Finally, since he has no reason to disguise the truth and doesn't really care if people know, he speaks one word, hissing the s slightly as he is wont to do.]

Droness.

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Nina's brows furrow. Talking is clearly difficult for him; she can tell that by the way he hisses. Still, his bloody appearance puts her on edge, especially with the one word she can understand. She speaks only one word of her own.]

Why?

[midgardserpent]

[His brow furrows in frustration. Frustration at his lack of ability to explain, frustration that he should have to explain, frustration at being put in this situation to begin with. He looks up, to the side, everywhere, and finally back at her.

He doesn't know how to say it.]

Free.

[No. He shakes his head. No that's not right. To some extent it's right, because the drones were annoying him to no end and it just never stopped and now that they were gone he didn't have to deal with that. At least for the rest of the day. But that's not the way to explain it.]

...alone. No... no stop.

[And that didn't make any sense. And why should it matter anyway? Why should he have to explain himself to this human he doesn't even know? All his prior calmness has slipped away as he grows more frustrated.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[It made sense enough to Nina. Her face melts. Her expression becomes more sympathetic.]

It's okay. You can stop. Taking is hard for you, isn't it?

[She takes a step towards him, looking at his reaction for confirmation before stepping any closer.]

I know it's hard to be around the drones. Believe me. Too look in their eyes and see nothing...

But you can't kill them. We don't know what happens to them. There could be a real person in there.

I know how lonely it gets. Trust me, I know. Would it help if you had someone to spend some time with you? Just bob your head up and down, if it would. You don't have to say anything.

[midgardserpent]

[Well. She kind of got it.

Real person? He didn't care if they were real or not. They were like a migraine that never went away. He didn't care if it was acceptable to kill them or not. The only difference between the annoying people and the annoying drones is that the people got the hint when he didn't want to be bothered and went away. The drones just never stopped.

At least she isn't making him talk.

Would it be better to have someone spend time with him? Maybe. He's not sure. So he shrugs.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Nina thinks about that.]

We could try. I'll make sure and come over sometimes.

[It might not work, but she doesn't have any other ideas. She looks at him thoughtfully.]

Can you write? Nod your head, if you can.

[midgardserpent]

[Why is she talking to him as if he doesn't know what nodding or shaking a head means? He rolls his eyes a little and shakes his head. He's familiar with writing, and he can read a small amount, but he's no good at writing and he doesn't care. At his "job" as an office worker, he generally just scribbles all over a piece of paper and hands it in and it works. Don't ask him how.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Nina has the decency to be embarrassed by the eyeroll, at least. Enough to stop talking to him like a child.]

Right...

If you want, I could teach you. Do you think that would be easier than trying to speak?

Action- Midday

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart was just walking out for some lunch when wouldn't you know it? It's his best buddy in the whole wide world!]

Hey Jor!

How goes things?

[Doesn't notice the red on him yet.]

[midgardserpent]

[Oh gods this guy. Well, Jormungandr's got most of his patience back, so he hardly even cares right now. Whaddya know.

He shrugs in answer. Not bad, not bad at all.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart nods.]

Cool, cool.

I'm gonna go get a sandwich. You wanna come with?

[midgardserpent]

[...he's hungry, but he doesn't want to go with this guy. Mart's annoying, okay. And he's not really willing to stretch his recently recovered patience by immediately going with Mart.

He just stares at Mart.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart stares back... and sees the blood left ove ron his shirt.]

Hey.... you got red on you.

[Pointing directly at spots.]

[midgardserpent]

[He looks down at his shirt. Oops. Oh well. He shrugs.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

What happened, you cut yourself shaving?

Get into a fist fight?

Ate a whole pig?

[midgardserpent]

[He's just going to stay silent and watch him try to figure it out on his own. This is actually pretty funny.]

THE LATEST TAG IN THE WORLD - idk midmorning ish

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike does a lot of walking since coming here. He always did a generous amount, but being able to walk in the Sun--helps. He knows being human won't last so he's trying to soak it up while it does, almost passing by Jormungandr before recognition kicks in. Turning his head as he slows his pace, the blood on the the other man alarms him. Not for what it is, but that he couldn't smell it from a mile away. Droned? The man seemed as pokerfaced as ever, so he approached; cautiously.]

Eh, Joe? Everything alright?

WHATEVER IT'S ALL GOOD

[midgardserpent]

[Oh. It's that Spike person. The one who isn't supposed to be human either. He shrugs in response.]

Fine.

IT BETTER BE X(

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, you look a right mess. [His expression says EXPLAIN YOSELF, but he doesn't say anything else.]

[midgardserpent]

[He looks down at himself and then back up. He doesn't really have any concept of cleanliness per say, but he does realize that yes, he's covered in blood. And none of it is his.]

Droness.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[It clicks and Spike frowns, though it isn't so much judgmental as it is pure sadness.]

Your family. Won't you get punished when they come about?

[midgardserpent]

[Jormungandr shrugs. He's nonchalant about the whole thing. He really doesn't care if he gets punished or not, he just had no more patience. And now he feels better. And tomorrow they'll be back. He doesn't really see what the big deal is.]

Don't know.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike notices, trying to cover up his own concern.] You look better for it anyway.

[midgardserpent]

[He nods once, absentmindedly.]

Yess.