Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date but a year to make love she wanted you to wait

[uglyinside]

Who: Johan Liebert and Kaz (I will add the usernames when i'm not lazy)
What: The Love Boat. Or: Johan gives Kaz's head a boo-boo and the young man wakes up on a boat in the middle of a lake...
When: the night of Day 74??
Where: The lake that borders Gefion Park
Rating: PG-13...



Nothing was quite as spectacular as fear. As the light show faded away earlier that day, and brought with it a new sense of clarity, the mystifying of the process had been eradicated. All that was left was what was before. The agent that existed in packets of photons hadn't been so spectacular after all. Wavelengths and particles, existing on a curve between two very specific numbers. It was nothing more, and nothing less.

His actions tonight would be slightly regrettable in their potential consequences, and he knew this. Still, they were necessary, in order to keep up an image. It seemed to be ever-shifting, though he knew exactly where it would stop, and for whom each perspective would reveal itself to.

From the (UNSEEN/GODMODS) shadows of a distance, he watches the young man go about his business, and smiles at the sight. It is a cold smile, as peaceful as it was scornful, and his breath catches in concentration.

He really didn't enjoy getting his hands dirty, though he had no problems allowing his mind to sink to dark depths, and that was the convenience of this power, now, wasn't it? He didn't need to use his hands or his body at all.

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[parasiteye]

And unfortunately Kaz's prose is nowhere near as elegant. He may have passed by the party earlier but that wasn't his goal at all tonight; he just wanted to get out after all the nonsense with Diva. Staying in one place with someone else for long periods of time always made him stir-crazy... He hadn't had to share a room with anyone since his guild days. And never with a girl before.

Protip: it is awful.

Which is why this late-night walk and subsequent texting to a certain person is now occurring, a less-than-gentlemanly grin on his face and he fumbles to type on his bracelet. Which is terrible at because he's never tried to spell a single word in his entire life before and he's having to sound out the words as he goes.

"Wanna...fu..fa? Fu. Fuck too-night..."

Glorious.

[uglyinside]

They were easy enough to find in the Loki District, as many had become faithful disciples of his already. A woman with long brown hair and striking green eyes will be sent his way, and in response to his vocalization, will reply with a "Yes." No matter how stuttered and verbally maladjusted him "sounding out" his text appeared, Kaz will look up to see a woman who appears to be very interested in the proposition.

[parasiteye]

"--Huh?" Wait, what? He actually has to stop mid-step and look up with a clueless sort of expression because he wasn't supposed to actually be addressing someone.

....Did she just say yes?

[uglyinside]

He watches the scene with a quiet admiration, noting that the woman had already picked an attention-grabbing opening line, which was important for any presentation. Having properly assessed the limits of how his powers handled force, mass, and general weight of equilibrium, Johan finds it takes less concentration than he imagined to control his gift in an aggressive manner.

His opponent's house, as Johan had felt, was the worst to be reckoned with. The powers that seemed to come out of there could cause some interesting bouts of suffering, and as long as his mind was working and he had objects at his disposal, it was only a matter of preparation and getting the upperhand to not be destroyed. However, his recent recklessness had been compounded by his sister's arrival and revelation of his failure back at home. It had become exceedingly pointless, this life, and his plan was only to achieve clarity at this place.

"Isn't that what you were asking me?" The woman slips in closer, the shadows of the gap between them filled with shapely flesh as she shamelessly distracts him.

And Johan blinks, smiling fondly upon the scene. A cerebral concussion, he thinks to himself. Kaz's skull would move quickly from the blunt force, especially concerning the mass and velocity of the object. The brain would lag behind in inertia, hitting whatever similar build he had to an occiput, moving around enough to the frontal bone from acceleration and deceleration. He thinks about hitting him a bit too hard, to witness the damage that could ensue from the head trauma. What contusions of what lobes could he cause? Was his anterior cranial fossa similar to a human's?

He decides it will be hard enough for immediate loss of consciousness, and an awful concussion after. As fun as taking apart the rest would be.

And so a tire iron will be hitting him at the base of the skull, and he will have a quick slip into a ~world of DaRkNeSs~...

[parasiteye]

Kaz might as well have been a sitting duck for all the effort he puts into evading that. Which is none because of the aforementioned closeness between this mystery woman and himself. He barely manages to recover from her bluntness before something equally as blunt smacks him right in the back of the head. For a split-second there's pain, and in the next second he's pitching forward into her with a grunt as his body loses all tension and a warm sensation trickles down the back of his neck.

That's about all he notices though; he's out before he even hits Ms. Sexy Jessica Rabbit Accomplice.

[uglyinside]

He took longer to awaken than Johan calculated. As he watched the man sitting across from him, he idly wondered if the blunt force had been too much for him to handle. Perhaps the trauma was more severe than he had predicted. Still, he finds himself enjoying the quiet of the night, and sits with folded hands on the gondola, posture straight and appearance polite.

Every now and then, he focuses on the sounds of crickets or frogs. An owl makes its presence known, though quite far away.

It took several different sets of rope. His upper legs were tied to his elbows, and his wrists and ankles were bound. A Lark's End knot had been looped around his wrists, to ensure circulation was properly cut off with every movement of struggling he'd have. Similar knots were placed at his thighs, above the elbows, and his ankles, as he lay Kaz on his side, facedown in the boat.

And waits for him to stir. He's pretty good at tying people up. Please, don't ask.

omfg johan YOU SUCK SO MUCH COCK

[parasiteye]

Consciousness comes slowly to Kaz. Not for lack of having taken blows to the head before (although that could certainly be part of it), but because of the severity as Johan the fucking Cuttlefish suspects. When he does start to come around the first thing he notices is how horribly awful he feels. The back of his head is aching and throbbing, his gut twists with nausea he can't feel, and when he tries to shift his limbs all he feels is the burn and constriction of the rope.

It has him groaning in mild agony as he clenches his eyes shut tightly for several moments--he's not even going to try opening his eyes until whatever the fuck keeps subtly rocking around him cuts it the fuck out.

Which will be never since apparently he's on a FUCKING BOAT. Worst date ever.

"Guhhh...."

you wish YOU WISH

[uglyinside]

Johan's eyes hold a cold indifference at the sight before him, though he can't help but smile at the situation. His smile is as caressed with kindness and tenderness as it is with contempt, as he inclines his head when he hears the groan. In response, Kaz will hear the faint clicking of a hammer of a gun dropping, and a barrel against the point of impact from earlier trauma. Of course, pointed at Kaz are several weapons, but he feels only one is necessary for imminent threat.

"We need to stop meeting like this."

Re: you wish YOU WISH

[parasiteye]

"Where....th' fuck are we...?" Unfortunately Kaz isn't well-verse in guns but the feel of something touching the wound is enough to make him wince, tugging at his wrists against and hissing in pain.

--Waitaminute.

"...Johnny?" No wait, fuck, that's not his name, why can't he think.

[uglyinside]

"Please don't concern yourself with that right now."

The voice instructs him kindly, though is absent of any real concern. "It will hurt if you think too much."

All it takes is a thought, and the bindings around Kaz tighten even more. "I won't hurt you further. I simply want you to listen."

[parasiteye]

"Ugh--" That just makes the restricted feeling even worse and even though he knows he shouldn't he fidgets and tugs on his wrists. His brain is about three seconds behind everything else, and after a moment he sinks back onto the bottom of the boat with an ill sort of sound. "Just--loosen it, it hurts."

[uglyinside]

He'll feel something coil around his neck. Slow and rough. The sound of metal clanking around the boat might ring against his ears, though it's drowned out by Johan's therapeutic, soothing words.

"Oh, you'll recover, don't worry." And then, more blunt force to the back of his head, contradicting the entire reassuring nature of what he had just said. His words weren't slurred enough for Johan's liking.

[parasiteye]

"Ghhh---!!" Oh my god fuck you that does not feel like recovery at all??? Kaz practically curls up on himself as much as the bindings will allow, gritting his teeth at the fresh wave of pain. As if he didn't feel horrid before, that has him wishing he could vomit for all the nausea it makes him feel.

[uglyinside]

"Can you understand me?" He inquires softly, tightening the rope now slipped around his neck. "Can you understand the words that I say?"

It's not an urge to shoot him, but simply a curiosity. It had been a while since he had witnessed anything like that, though it had also been quite some time since he had watched someone's thoughts and consciousness be destroyed to a pulp by force, too. This experience was simply too detached, though, for him to desire such things. He sits with the sounds of pain coming out of the other man, as if they had rudely interrupted him, before continuing respectfully.

"You might not be able to right now. Things might be too foggy for you. But you will understand later."

[parasiteye]

That's...a pretty fair assessment all things considered. Kaz is just huffing on his side as pain jolts through the back of his head at random intervals. he doesn't even notice the noose because really he could care less when it feels like the back of his head's been split wide open.

[uglyinside]

"Diva," Johan states her name firmly, as the rope begins working enough to asphyxiate. "You sold her out, didn't you?"

The accusation slips out coolly. In truth, Johan couldn't care less about what happened to her. His plans had shifted, and he had a clearer image now, but pretenses were of incredible significance.

"You think by hiding away and slithering under the radar, you will escape the consequences of your actions. Though, is that really your fault? Others enable your actions consistently. Thoroughly."

The barrel elicits a wet sound as it's pressed into his wound.

"I want you to know," Johan pauses, his voice sounding quieter, "that I know. I know of your location. I know who you've spoken with about her. It's too late for penance."

And warm hands will be placed against his cheek, forcing his chin up, his neck in an uncomfortable position as Johan stares down at him.

"As you go to sleep, I want you to understand how much you deserve to suffer."

[parasiteye]

The sound of wheezing air escapes him as he tries to suck in a breath. Finally the pressure registers, but not before the gun against the back of his head has him wincing and trying to swallow. Which doesn't quite work and he's already feel absolutely terrible--Kaz doesn't even hear anything past "Diva" before he's pressing his face into the bottom of the boat and making...well, a rather disgusting noise.

It's caught partway between a gag, hacking, and clearing his throat because trying to empty his silk glads is as close as he can come to vomiting. And of course those are empty since Asgard took that away, so what it really amounts to is him forcing out pink frothy spittle when Johan forces his head up.

Blllgghghhghghghrrrgrrgrhhhhhh.

ohgross

[uglyinside]

He regards the scene unaffected and dismissive, his lips quirking into a more even smile. His hand slides up his skin to his forehead, gripping the roots of his bangs, before he shoves his face down against the boat once more. The rope cuts off his air completely.

"Stay quiet about this. Oh, and do treat your friend with more loyalty," Johan's words stay vague, thinking it should be obvious who he means, if Kaz recollects any of this. "Other than her, it seems you're truly unwanted in this world. Good night."

And Kaz will wake up by the lake, untied, with his head wound bandaged and given some basic treatment. ♥