That should have hurt more, right? Jonathan felt insane right now but it didn't -- he couldn't feel anything. Sure, he was only upright because of his scythe but he wasn't crying out in pain, not really. He was shivering and making strange giggling sounds because something was wrong. Oh, he had a lot of formula today.
"Oh shit, son. Tickles." Jonathan forced himself to move forward, much slower - Victor was right there, but he was still moving. His eyes were focused ahead, his head fluttering in his head. "I left my head in the other room. I gotta get it. Gotta go..."
"... Oh no, who's head is in the other room, Jon?!" Harvey asked, not really sure he wanted to know. There were a few options and neither good. Delite. Bolton. Oh no, it was bad.
"Don't know how much sense he's making," Edward said, quite honestly, while crawling backwards until he hit Harvey's legs. Not a lot of dignity in this, but fuck it. he was very attached to his head.
Ivy finally released what she'd been building up in her hand for a while, essentially aiming a green, floral ball right at Jonathan's face. He was still human, it should knock him out. Eventually, anyway. The toxin did wonders for the adrenaline.
Victor shot again, this time aiming for the shoulder. Should be harder to lift that scythe with only one working arm, especially for someone noodle-armed like that.
Jonathan crumpled like a piece of paper and dropped onto the floor, out cold and bleeding in three separate places. Harvey watched him twitch for a few and waited for him to still before he finally trusted that Jon was down. And then he checked Edward over. "You stupid son of a bitch, you could have been hurt!"
He made sure Edward still had his head attached and then boldly stepped into the room, leaving Ed with Victor as he swiftly turned on the light and got a better look around. There were several cannisters of toxin lying around and Jon was bleeding pretty heavy but hey, the scythe was not in his hands.
Harvey approached and picked the damn thing up.
"Okay, he's unarmed." He looked the weapon over and then showed it to Victor. "It's actually pretty cool."
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That should have hurt more, right? Jonathan felt insane right now but it didn't -- he couldn't feel anything. Sure, he was only upright because of his scythe but he wasn't crying out in pain, not really. He was shivering and making strange giggling sounds because something was wrong. Oh, he had a lot of formula today.
"Oh shit, son. Tickles." Jonathan forced himself to move forward, much slower - Victor was right there, but he was still moving. His eyes were focused ahead, his head fluttering in his head. "I left my head in the other room. I gotta get it. Gotta go..."
"... Oh no, who's head is in the other room, Jon?!" Harvey asked, not really sure he wanted to know. There were a few options and neither good. Delite. Bolton. Oh no, it was bad.
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Ivy finally released what she'd been building up in her hand for a while, essentially aiming a green, floral ball right at Jonathan's face. He was still human, it should knock him out. Eventually, anyway. The toxin did wonders for the adrenaline.
Victor shot again, this time aiming for the shoulder. Should be harder to lift that scythe with only one working arm, especially for someone noodle-armed like that.
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He made sure Edward still had his head attached and then boldly stepped into the room, leaving Ed with Victor as he swiftly turned on the light and got a better look around. There were several cannisters of toxin lying around and Jon was bleeding pretty heavy but hey, the scythe was not in his hands.
Harvey approached and picked the damn thing up.
"Okay, he's unarmed." He looked the weapon over and then showed it to Victor. "It's actually pretty cool."