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i'll crawl on my belly til the sun goes down
WHO: Tav, Captain Marcus Rowntree
WHAT: Tav has an 'episode'
WHEN: Late Guardian, evening through dawn
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Warning for Tav talking about wanting to do terrible gorey things.
WHAT: Tav has an 'episode'
WHEN: Late Guardian, evening through dawn
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Warning for Tav talking about wanting to do terrible gorey things.
[Tav feels the first warning when he's finishing his dinner and stands to return to the Gallows. His stomach squirms, bile threatens to crawl up the back of his throat, and fatigue hits him like hammer. He sends to warning message to the Captain before picking up speed, nearly tumbling down stairs and hitting walls as he goes. The sweat dripping into his eyes certainly doesn't help in helping him find where he needs to go.
However, he makes it, even as his vision clouds and his legs threaten to give out on him. Tav staggers the last few steps up into the Gallows, looking the portrait of miserable. He doesn't know how much time he has left, but he needs to be locked up now.]

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It was years ago he stood with Fitcher in a quiet corridor, throwing knives, trying to decide whether it was better for someone to see the arrow coming—to have that moment of clarity, to put some kind of punctuation mark on their lives—or to be taken unaware. Good arguments for the former, but Bastien was always more comfortable with the latter. Watching people begin to understand that they were about to die and that he was the one to do it—
Cowardly, in his own way.
He says, "I think he hurt himself trying to get free," instead of any of this, of course. "And it was—he had what sounded like a moment of clarity. Of being himself. He was begging us to kill him instead of threatening us. We're not sure if it was his mind resurfacing for a moment or an attempt to trick us."
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Why does he get the feeling he’s in deathly serious trouble?
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It was spines, at last count.
She adds, after a moment's pause, "And he mentioned wanting to sacrifice us in tribute to some god, I think."
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Clearly they would not be doing so, going forward.
A darker flicker of something like annoyance as the pair of them continue, describe the gambit being attempted, while Marcus minimally fidgets with the keys, his back to the door. Niggling urgency demands he go in there. He stops himself. One thing at a time.
Nods to Abby—that, also, is not surprising. "And how was he after?" Brisk, rather than unhurried.
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It's unfortunate and a bit rude, to have to talk about someone this way while they're sitting in earshot, and here and there Bastien's tone dips toward hesitation and apology. But it's also necessary. A required report to (in this specific situation) the man in charge.