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An accidental video on the fifth floor [5/??? artefacts collected]

[ After days of mulling things over in his room Philip has finally found the courage to venture outside and tackle unresolved matters. ]

Hello Daniel, how are you these days? I just came by to apologise on behalf of the sentient virus in my body that almost killed y-- No. No, that... that's not going to- not good. That... that is not good.

[ Well. Almost.

He is standing... or rather pacing in front of a door, muttering to himself. ]

Hey Dan, how are things? So about that ritual I almost dragged you off t-- Jesus!

[ He runs one hand through his hair and moves to knock on the door. At the last second he withdraws, shakes his head violently and falls back against the wall, sinking to the floor. ]

What are you doing, Philip?

[[OOC: Many, many thanks to everyone who was and still is working on the ritual sacrifice log. ♥]]

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*This dangerous, lifeless monotone may remind you of someone....*

Yes. What are you doing?

[ Philip jolts into a standing position and stares at Tim. He didn't realise he was being watched. ]

I...

[ He didn't realise he was being watched by that guy.

Because you see, what he knows is this:
1.) There is Markus, an odd yet friendly and helpful sort of fellow, one Phil feels very bad about attacking in Clarence mode.
2.) And then there is this guy, Tim. All he knows about him is that he seemed all too unfazed about being part of a ritual sacrifice.

Philip believes, speaking from personal experience, that if two people share one body, one of them is usually not so much a people as a vile and evil virus entity of sorts.

And he doesn't think it's Markus. ]

I just, uhh...

[ He backs away nervously, hoping to make it back to his room quickly. ]

*Don't think that Tim hadn't planned horrible things to do to you when he finally found you. But all that planning had been wishful thinking. Tim has no idea the portal DIDN'T work. And seeing Philip here is sort of a shock. Now he's doubly mad. You killed him. You killed him to make a portal and then DIDN'T USE IT.

Tim just died in horrible agony for nothing. He is not pleased.*

I thought you were leaving. Getting the hell away from us "monkeys."

[ Now would be a good time for Philip to explain the fundamental difference between himself and Clarence.

Now would also be a good time to drop a few notes on the ritual, on how for example Clarence hasn't spoken to him since then and how maybe (ohgodohgod please let this be true) he did leave for another world.

Now is not such a good time to freeze up completely, look at Tim with wide and nervous eyes and say absolutely nothing at all. ]

Not talkative anymore?

*Tims wishing he brought a pipe or something so he can bash Philips head open in rightous anger. But alas, he only has his fists. He takes a few menacing steps closer.*

[ He takes one step back, but then stops.

Here is where he figures that, what the hell, he is probably getting killed now anyway, so he might as well annoy the undoubtedly evil entity in front of him further. ]

What... what did you do to Markus?

*Well that pretty much stops him in his tracks. Have a genuine look of surprise.*

Markus? I .. I didn't do anything to him....

Why?

He... he made it, right? During the ritual he didn't- he--

Are you letting him come back? Is he okay?

Is he ok. Is he coming back.

Sure. Right. He's fine. He didn't get tied to a crystal and have all the life painfully sucked out of him. He didn't get to die in incredible agony while you stood there and laughed.

So sure. He's okay.

Oh. Good.

[ He smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. Yeeeah, he may have handwaved most of that statement. ]

Good. _Good. *His voice is low and dangerous*

*Somewhere in the back of his mind he's realizing that this guy is crazier than he thought he was. He's also noticing that he talks differently than he remembered. But mostly, this guy brutally killed him, and he's worried about Markus. MARKUS. He growls and then clears the distance between them and throws out a forearm to slam Philip into the wall behind him*

[ His eyes widen at the sudden attack and he lets out a gasp of surprise.

In a knee-jerk reaction Philip moves his hand up to push Tim away, but he catches himself and lowers his arm before it can even touch his attacker.

A part of him insists that he is innocent, that it was not him doing all those things. He is the victim, not the culprit! He should explain and he should not be punished.

Another part can't get over how... close he was to all of it, how his hands did all of this. That part can't let go of the nagging feeling that he should have stopped things from going that way somehow and that he deserves whatever happens to him now as a consequence.

The latter part is currently winning. Philip leans motionless against the wall, not putting up the least bit of resistance. ]

*okaaay. Well that was sort of unexpected. Tim's eyes widen in surprise but then narrow again. He keeps Philip pushed against the wall, his arm pressed tight against Philip's throat. He grits his teeth.*

Why do you care what happens to Markus.

You killed me. Not him.

It's his body...

[ Huh. He sounded a lot more certain about that in his head. ]

Edited 2010-11-15 21:47 (UTC)

*growl* It's my body that he steals.

Why do you CARE?

[ Philip looks at Tim, confused. Why wouldn't he care? Despite all of Tim's comments earlier Philip somehow fails to make the connection, fails to acknowledge that (as a fellow two-people-one-body person) Tim might not know about him and Clarence.

Failing to make sense of it all he opts for simply closing his eyes. ]

Just get it over with.

*Well now they have another thing in common: Confusion. Tim actually takes a step back and releases Philip from the wall. His face clearly conveys how totally unsure he is of whats going on.*

What is wrong with you?

[ He makes no attempt to move away. Instead, cue hissy fit. ]

What? What?

Were you hoping for a challenge? Did- did you want to kill him, specifically?

I am so, so very sorry to disappoint.

Kill ... what?

What the hell are you talking about??

[ Okay, what? I mean, what?! ]

What... what do you want from me?

[ Congratulations, you've confused him beyond hope. ]

I ... *Ok he doesn't know exactly what he wanted except to take out some frustrations on Clarence's face. But now.. this turn of events has completely puzzled him. Now that they're both totally confused Tim is going to try and make sense of things.*

Ok. Let's start over.

You killed me.

You're worried about Markus. _{For some unfathomable reason.}

And now you want me to kill you.

Do I have this straight?

No! What? No!

[ He pressed his hand against his forehead. ]

I knew Markus and he just- he just disappeared after the attack. I thought he died too, of course I'd be worried!

[ Well. At least that wasn't so difficult to explain after all. ]

But you--

[ There's a considerable amount of contempt in that pronoun. ]

He slashed that woman's throat right in front of your eyes and you barely even flinched!

I've seen worse.

I've woken up and seen what Markus has done.

You know him. *he fairly spits the words at Philip* You don't know anything.

Edited 2010-11-16 00:11 (UTC)

...Woken up?

So- so what? You want to make sure I know which one of you is the bad guy? Because it doesn't seem to matter to you.

What are you 12? There is no bad guy.

And I don't want to... want to...

Wait. What doesn't matter to me?

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