Description: Zach makes good on part of his word to Quon, and visits Antoine at the clinic. Some questions get answers, but more are raised. Zach heads out into the night shadows to seek the truth behind the crazed fighters, leaving Antoine with a little hope and a little advice.
[OOC] Zach "1 Bao" Glen says, "Log is go"
[OOC] Zach "1 Bao" Glen says, "Do you wish to set?"
[OOC] Antoine says, "Yeah. I'll set."
It's been about two weeks since Antoine had been admitted to the place. His time had been filled with rest and mental struggle. People have avoided him all of the time out of fear.
This leaves Antoine in the room where the medics and the other patients are watching him. Antoine is clutching his head, hissing as he is trying to control the mental urges. He takes a deep breath, running his hand along his forehead as to soothe the stress out.
"Nggh..."
Kill kill kill... fight fight fight... Serve your master...
"Damn.."
Zach Glen had heard about Antoine. Having more than a passing interest in the young man now in the care of people who cannot in any way help, Zach decides that he needs to see this for himself. He is carrying his sword with him, wrapped in cloth so as to avoid causing too much concern as he is shown towards the room where Antoine is... ...being kept? ...being observed? ...being locked up?
The psychic is not sure what he will find when he cracks the door open. "Antoine?" the older man asks cautiously as he edges into the room to regard the young Kung-fu fighter.
Both eyes lift up to see the approaching psychic. Antoine regards him with a very tired smile. That faint smile slowly grows. Despite of the torture that the corrupting chi has done to Antoine, the young fighter is glad to see any of his friends come by.
"Hello Zach." His gaze lowers a bit, "I apologize that our meeting isn't under better circumstances."
Zach smiles briefly at Antoine. "Nah," he says, "We all have our-" Zach's reply is cut off abruptly as the choker underneath the hoodie he is wearing feels like it is writhing around his neck again. He makes a startled choke of surprise that has nothing at all with a loss of airflow.
Zach recovers quicly, looking at Antoine with worried eyes. His hand had drifted towards the cloth bundle hanging off of his shoulder. He regains a somewhat relaxed stance as he tries to pick the thread back up. "We all have our moments," he finishes. "Can you tell me..." ...who we need to hit? ...who did this to you? ...why are you like this? "...what happened? Rust was... less than helpful when I asked him about it."
For a moment, Antoine's eyes widen when he witnesses the choker around the neck. He can hear the fighter pretty much choke. Antoine looks worried, but doesn't make any sudden movies, "...Zach, what is that?" He frowns, but he tries to keep a smile to prevent Zach from becoming more worried.
"..I see..." He lowers his head, "...I met this lady.. Brihan Bogale. She was apparently in a few matches before... Quon told me that Ken Masters is undergoing the same situation that I am in. She and another person. But, I met Brihan out in Africa. She was trying to recruit me for something. She beat me soundly...and I started feelin sick as I was collapsing."
"It's my moment," Zach says with a slightly lopsided frown. He listens patiently as Antoine tells his tale. The frown deepens a bit. This is only slightly more helpful than Rust's telling of the tale. "And you both fought Bogale," he mutters to himself. "You two aren't the only ones, I think," Zach finally says as he keeps an eye on Antoine and an ear to the surroundings. Zach is unaware of the connection that the choker and these... incidents. Something tells Zach it would behoove him to find out, and quickly.
"Maybe..." Zach's mind cycles through a few scenarios. "...sick?" Zach asks curiously. "Have the doctors taken a look at you? I... don't know a lot about chi. I only know a little about my own power." Zach has a look of concentration on his face.
A frown is given, "So, both of us are havig our situation." Antoine looks over towards Zach when he mentions about Bogale. He does eye that choker that he is wearing. He doesn't seem too trusting of that. "....That reaction you had. I wonder if what you're wearing is cursed."
He shakes his head, "The doctors know nothing of chi. Rust's mind, unfortunately, is still to closed to understand the matter." He frowns. His head lifts up, "Quon has somewhat of an idea, but... he are not so sure how to stop this." He lifts his hands slightly, "All what I can do is wait and keep my mind from slipping into the rage."
"A curse would be getting off lightly," Zach says with a frown. "It's managable, so long as I don't need to use my power," he explains. "When I do, things..." ...get destroyed? ...don't stay standing for very long? ...get out of control? "...get messy, fast." Zach sighs. "I'm not here about me, Antoine," he finally says.
"The doctors might not know anything, but I know a couple of folks who might. One's... like me, but his talents run in a slightly different driection. The other person is the guy I ask when I have questions about chi," Zach says. "Can you do me a favor for Quon?"
"Hrm..." Antoine frowns a bit, "So, you have to not use your powers or things go south." He runs his hand along his head. "Figures..." Rust is having his issues... Zach is having his issues... And Quon. ... Quon.
Deep down, that corruptive chi is starting to fester in Antoine as his mind lingers over Quon's fate. His teeth grits, looking very displeased as his fists tighten. Howevr, he comes back whe he looks over towards Zach. "Different?..." He blinks, "What is the favor?"
"He's /way/ better at the subtle stuff than I am," Zach explains briefly. That's not necessarily saying much when you're comparing the talents of another psychic to Zach's. Zach frowns a bit as he leans in close.
"You're still in there somewhere, Antoine. Fighting... whatever it is and doing well at it," Zach says evenly, patiently. "I need you to keep fighting it. Find that strength within you. Hold to it. With everything that you are. Quon's staying strong right now, but he's tearing up inside almost as bad as you are over this."
Zach pulls himself upright as he adjusts the bundle at his shoulder. "We'll find the people responsible for this," Zach says. "We'll make this right. You just need to hold on until then."
"Quon is. Yes..." Antoine lowers a bit. The main person he's fighting for. The person who told him to climb. Quon was his inspiration to keep going. In fact, those words 'Climb' come to his mind.
Antoine rests a hand over towards his forehead. He takes a deep breath, sucking a breath in. He looks up towards Zach. "...I will. I have...I am tryingt to hold onto it.." He smiles faintly, "I think I've done a good job thus far..." He gives a weak laugh.
"...I will hold on. You get some rest." Pause. "And thank you for visiting."
"Hah!" Zach barks out, laughing. "I can rest when I'm /dead/," he says with the kind of vigor that can only be managed by active twenty-somethings. Even if that may be sooner rather than later the way things are going. Zach looks at Antoine for a moment.
"It's no trouble. I'll leave my cell number with the orderly. If you want me for anything. Talk, fight, whatever. You give me a call, I'll come on over."
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[OOC] Antoine says, "And scene. Thanks for the RP."
[OOC] Zach "1 Bao" Glen says, "No, thank you!"
Log created on 16:20:30 03/17/2011 by Zach, and last modified on 18:33:21 03/17/2011.