Cleptophobia

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[outside of the library]

My personal copy of Ulysses has gone missing from the library. Has anyone happened to see it? It has some sentimental value.

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[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil goes a little pale, but nods and holds out his arm. Look, no sleeves!]

O-okay.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[how convenient]

This will only hurt a bit. More like a pinprick than anything.

[antiseptic swap at the crook of Emil's elbow, an elastic around his forearm to get the blood to pump most effectively, and then voila--a needle into his vein. And Dr Crane is a very old hand at this, so he only has to stab it in once. He tapes the needle down as well]

If you would, the monster.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil doesn't look. When he's stabbed, he makes a pathetic whimpering noise and tries to hold it back. Must concentrate... must concentrate...]

R-right. Um, I'll be right back.

[He disappears for a minute or two, and comes back-- but not alone. There's a little monster wearing a jar (http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r117/Airship_Canon/ToS2%20Monster%20Book/SeaMonk.png). And it's chasing him around in a circle.]

Is that good?!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[...weird monster.]

Yes. Go on.

1/2

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[IT'S TERRIFYING DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND]

Okay...!

[Emil stops--]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[-- and whirls around, pulling out the sawtooth butcher knife he calls a sword. He charges toward the little monster, low to the ground and agile, and immediately begins chopping away at it.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[The professor of psychology watches with undisturbed interest, one eye on the needle to assure him that it won't be torn out or broken in the fight, but otherwise, far mroe concerned with Emil's body language in the fight]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[There's nothing to be concerned about. See? He's doing just fine chopping away at it. The monster shoots some kind of water spell at him, but he cartwheels out of the way and counters by sending some kind of projectile force at it with his sword.]

Demon Fang!

[Ow. The monster crawls into its "shell" in order to escape him, but that won't work. Emil dashes up to it without hesitation, kicks it over, and plunges his sword into it. With a scream of pain, the monster dies.

Emil yanks his sword back out without remorse and sheathes it, his back to Crane still.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[looking at the vials and deciding that it's good enough for him to work with]

Emil?

1/3

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[His head snaps to look at Crane. His eyes seem the same color as always, but there's something darker about him. Maybe it's the facial expression.]

I don't know what the hell you're planning, but—

2/3

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He pauses.]

3/3

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Ow ow ow it— it hurts!

[And now Emil is bouncing and holding his arm for Crane to get the needle out.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[--well.]

Stand still, Emil.

[pulls out the needle and even puts a bandage at the point (it has a picture of the Joker's face; don't ask where he got it) because he feels this would comfort Emil. Emil just strikes him as that sort. Then he takes off the band on his arm and looks over what he's gotten]

I think that this will be enough. How do you feel?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[... That is kind of adorable.]

Um. Better, thanks. Did it work? Did you get what you needed?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I believe so. Just one question, Emil. Did you say anything to me, just after you were done fighting?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil blinks.]

... ow?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[smiles] I thought so.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Is there anything else? I feel kind of sick, so I think I might... go back for a bit.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'll get the results back to you as soon as I can. Thank you, Emil.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Ah... thank you, too.