004 | CLOSED. i made it to the other side.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik & John Mitchell. Ivan, later on.
What: Hasi requests Mitchell's presence, and exploring Gallmarch.
Where: Gallmarch, possibly near Chimer.
When: Sukkardi, around three, probably.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Sexuality with a D/s bent, discussion of Mitchell's vampirism, a little blood, violence.

Hasibe waits at the Chimer's End El station, legs crossed neatly (so the loops on her thigh-high stocking garters, curious little items that they are, stay on display), perched as she is on a bench just outside. She doesn't feel the cold in a pervasive, problematic way like other people who suffer things like 'hypothermia' and 'frostbite' might, but she does know when it's there, sometimes reacting to it like it bothers her anyway, and her sole concession to the weather is her long coat with its gold buttons, longer than her semi-sheer black skirt and semi-sheer white top. She wears it open, with no hat or gloves.

It's quiet out here today, but Chimer usually isn't a densely populated area, Gallmarch even less so. That's why she likes the idea of living there; it's in the city, but it's not in the absolute thick of things. Usually she stays tucked deeply into town, but more and more, she begins to think that it's better to have some of her own space.

For Huan, for guests, and for other things, too.

She smokes while she waits, ignoring any looks from the occasional passerby as though she doesn't see them at all; train stations are always full of strange men, but she's only waiting for one in particular today...and he's not strange in the sense of unfamiliarity.

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[norea]

Once she's hung up, Hasibe closes her eyes for a second, and then turns to head back to the bedroom, where she can check on Mitchell. She is feeling more concerned for him than anything else; trips are scary enough on their own, but when you didn't sign up, you have no time to anticipate what might be coming. She's not even sure her reassurances are something he can truly hear right now.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

There's the sound of something being picked up and hurled against the wall --a lamp, given the sound-- and something being overturned. Mitchell has definitely crossed from paranoid into the unhappy camper stage. And unfortunately for everyone, Mitchell has fed recently. Which means minor property damage isn't going to be the only thing satisfying him soon.

[norea]

Hasibe weighs her options here, after hearing that crash. She could stay away from him, as Ivan suggested, or she could make sure he doesn't go anywhere--an experience that would be worse for the general population. She stops in the kitchen and picks up a handful of salt, rolling it over her fingertips. When she reaches her bedroom door again, trails the salt across its threshold--there's a faint flare of something, like almost-smoke but not quite visible, but little else.

She can get past, but no one else can. She'll have to undo that when Ivan turns up. Hasi stays just past the doorway, watching him.

"Mitchell."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

At least he can still recognize his own name.

"Hasi..." There's an off quality to the way he says it. Sing-song like and not quite all there. When he turns around, he's all black eyes and fangs and he shoots towards the doorway with inhuman speed, only stopping because of the magical barrier.

The fury is visible. He grips onto the sides of the doorframe, trying to press himself against whatever invisible force is there. "Let me out."

[norea]

"I think that would be a bad idea," she says, matter-of-factly. It's unnerving to see him like this, much more so than she's showing (especially the speed, the speed reminds her of other things), but her poise never comes in more handy than in situations like these. And furthermore, she trusts her magic.

"You'll thank me later. In the meantime, sit tight. Ivan will be here just a minute to help you."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

He doesn't move away from the doorway, but keeps bracing himself against it, as though he's hoping he can push through any minute. The momentary lack of focus on killing everyone in the neighbourhood means that his features return to normal.

Which he's intent on using to his advantage. "Please. I can't --it hurts." It doesn't. But he is a cruel and manipulative thing and, even in the haze of his mind, he is intent on doing anything he can to get out of this room.

[norea]

She watches him, silent, for a second, and it may seem like her resolve is wavering. Unfortunately for Mitchell (or not really, considering what's likely to happen to him and his volatile conscience if she does let him out of the room), she simply shrugs one shoulder and turns away from the door.

"Pain is good for you, Mitchell. It's how you know you're still alive." She glances back over her shoulder, expression inscrutable. "Anyway, you'll live."

But she doesn't want to stand there watching him threaten and plead, so she won't.

[deservesadaisy]

It isn't at all long until Ivan arrives; he can move, when he has to, and this could go pear shaped very quickly. (Also, if Hasibe is Ilde's friend, he isn't willing to trust her self-preservation instincts until he knows her a bit better - possibly unfair, but better safe than sorry.)

He doesn't seem like he's been rushing, when he gets there, but the speed itself was telling.

[norea]

Hasibe, in her robe and...interesting thigh-high stockings with leather garters (and silver rings attached, making them look a lot like bondage gear even if they aren't actually sold for that purpose), answers the door. She looks a touch mussed, although that could easily just be from earlier, and less harried than she feels.

"Through here," she instructs, "in the bedroom--hang on, I've got to undo this--"

Fortunately, it only takes a second to blow salt away from the door.

"I think I'm going to ward him into the apartment at the front door, though, just in case he gets past you."

[deservesadaisy]

He discreetly notes the salt, though he doesn't ask yet. Instead, he just says, "You have to formally invite me in. But yes, that seems wise. How bad is he so far?"

[norea]

Minor feat of telekinesis complete, she pauses to look at Ivan more directly. "Come in, then, please, Ivan. -- and...I honestly couldn't say. He wants to kill, that much is completely obvious, and he knows reality is distorting around him, which probably exacerbates that impulse with helplessness. But I don't think it's as bad as he could be."

For example, though she suspects some level of that rage is always simmering somewhere in the background or her blood wouldn't have drawn it out with such force, she doesn't think it's like it would be if something really had provoked him. True emotion is more powerful. This is just an artificial simulation.

"See for yourself."

[deservesadaisy]

"I will." He came in, seemingly at ease but highly alert, and with none of the glibness he'd had the first time they met. "I think it might be best if I had at him alone for a bit. The worst he'll do is get past me, but I don't intend to let him."

Ivan won't get cocky, but he has more than a century on Mitchell, and he hasn't been clean in years. Mitchell might be stronger than he was in Bristol, but that wasn't saying all that much by Ivan's standards. If the apartment is warded, all the better.

[norea]

Hasi inclines her head in a nod, turning in toward the kitchen archway. To fetch more salt to line the front door, and also take a moment to breathe. Her poise is pretty fucking unimpeachable, considering, but she's more shaken by all of this than she wants anyone to see.

"I'll keep to the living room. Let me know if you need anything."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

For the most part, Mitchell has kept himself content by tipping over furniture and wrecking the room some more. When Ivan sees him, he's looking dishevelled (and clothed, thankfully, although only an unbuttoned plaid shirt on his upper half).

Despite the disarray, there are moments when he feels the need to turn his back to all the shimmering shapes in the room and focus on the wall, or the corner of the skirting board. Right now is one of those moments, although it would be a mistake to think he had calmed down. It's simply a momentary lull.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan gives him a critical look, evaluating for a moment. "Lord, it's the early 1970s all over again. You're a mess." For his part, Ivan looks as impeccable and unreadable as he ever does; he's alert, but he's not tense. Outwardly.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"Ivan...?" There's a breathy quality to the way he says it, like he's drowsy and exhausted. He turns around, then slumps against the wall with a brief giggle.

"Oh, that was fun. Now this," he says, tone taking on considerable severity, "this --this is not fun, Ivan."

[deservesadaisy]

"You certainly haven't sold me on it, no." He comes a bit closer, though no in arm's reach. "I understand this won't kill you and will pass, so there's reason for optimism."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"Optimism." He tries to give Ivan a pointed look through the haze. "The women in this city need to come with warning labels attached."

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan's smile is a little crooked. "Mate, if you're over 100 and you don't imagine all women with a warning label, it's no one's fault but your own."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"That's true," he says with another bubble of laughter threatening to escape. "That's true. God, the past couple of months, it's always been a woman that's had a hand getting me into trouble. Lauren, Lucy, Daisy --even Annie, in the end."

[deservesadaisy]

Only one of those names is anything Ivan's likely to care about... but it's a very particular name.

"What trouble did Daisy get you into?" If Mitchell were in his right mind, he might register the dangerous flatness in Ivan's tone beneath the pleasantry.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"The massacre. It was her idea to begin with. Said she wanted closure." And with that comment he's out of the danger zone.

And right back in it with, "Then again. There was afterwards..." That last word has a very specific implication.

[deservesadaisy]

"Afterwards." He can connect some dots; he of all people knows how Daisy is after killing.

"When was this?"

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

Mitchell looks at him blankly, then gives a little one shouldered shrug (not a wise gesture.) "We were still in the house." As in the house in Bristol. As in, not long after Ivan had died.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan just looks at him a moment, then asks very calmly. "Did you enjoy her?"