[ The bloodlust comes in waves, Jim's found. At times it's a violent impulse, ripping through his psyche like wildfire that only Spock is able to cool into something less intense. The bond between them stretches, twists, but never breaks, lashing them together on this demented Gnosia ride. It also makes them a menacing pair - able to coordinate their attack like two tandem limbs, instinctively knowing where the next move the other is going to make will take them - it's proven effective, with all the people they currently have trapped in the warehouse.
It shouldn't be so surprising that Jim is ever the talkative one, even embroiled in the Gnosia infection as he is. He slinks forward, head tilted to the side as he considers Claude; the air of predator is surely present, though perhaps it's more intimidating coming from Spock. Jim, for his part, has dark circles under his eyes, and a coldness held within them that's atypical for the man Claude's come to know. ]
You know we hate to disappoint, Claude, but these streets simply aren't safe at night. Certainly not for a strapping young man such as yourself. [ Jim's smile is creepy, all teeth, one hand coming up to wave as if to say, hi, yes us. The faux-sigh that follows, however, is so unbothered it could almost be construed as insulting. He tuts quietly, a warning click of the tongue, one eyebrow rising. He can't see what Claude's doing, but slapping a smile on his face and shifting his weight was probably a sign of imminent attack. ] Going to kill me, Mr. von Riegan? And here I thought we were friends.
So what's the plan? You can only strike one of us, and I think we all know how that ends. [ Jim takes another menacing step closer, a sharp kind of glee lighting up his expression - perhaps this kind of pain and chaos was exactly what the Gnosia fed on. Jim did love a challenge, but this is - twisted, bent into the wrong shape. ] How about this? I've got a deal for you: you come with us, and I'll convince Spock not to turn your mind into mush. Not going to get a better offer than that, I'm afraid. Unless you'd like to try your luck with my esteemed colleague...?
[ Jim's smile almost turns into something fond, thoroughly entertained, as he passes the buck to Spock - though there's a mockery to it, as if the idea that Spock would be anything less than totally merciless was hilarious to Jim's Gnosia-addled mind. ]
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It shouldn't be so surprising that Jim is ever the talkative one, even embroiled in the Gnosia infection as he is. He slinks forward, head tilted to the side as he considers Claude; the air of predator is surely present, though perhaps it's more intimidating coming from Spock. Jim, for his part, has dark circles under his eyes, and a coldness held within them that's atypical for the man Claude's come to know. ]
You know we hate to disappoint, Claude, but these streets simply aren't safe at night. Certainly not for a strapping young man such as yourself. [ Jim's smile is creepy, all teeth, one hand coming up to wave as if to say, hi, yes us. The faux-sigh that follows, however, is so unbothered it could almost be construed as insulting. He tuts quietly, a warning click of the tongue, one eyebrow rising. He can't see what Claude's doing, but slapping a smile on his face and shifting his weight was probably a sign of imminent attack. ] Going to kill me, Mr. von Riegan? And here I thought we were friends.
So what's the plan? You can only strike one of us, and I think we all know how that ends. [ Jim takes another menacing step closer, a sharp kind of glee lighting up his expression - perhaps this kind of pain and chaos was exactly what the Gnosia fed on. Jim did love a challenge, but this is - twisted, bent into the wrong shape. ] How about this? I've got a deal for you: you come with us, and I'll convince Spock not to turn your mind into mush. Not going to get a better offer than that, I'm afraid. Unless you'd like to try your luck with my esteemed colleague...?
[ Jim's smile almost turns into something fond, thoroughly entertained, as he passes the buck to Spock - though there's a mockery to it, as if the idea that Spock would be anything less than totally merciless was hilarious to Jim's Gnosia-addled mind. ]