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Harry Du Bois ([personal profile] tequila_sunset) wrote2021-12-04 10:55 pm
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certaininequities: (now I'm gonna fix you)

[personal profile] certaininequities 2022-12-19 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[as Harry draws closer to the letters, Norman lowers himself slowly from a fire escape by his webbing, silent and stealthy in the dark. in the instant that Harry's hand makes contact with the human doppelganger's shoulder, Norman strikes, his fangs biting into the back of Harry's neck just enough to be able to dose him with venom. He wraps his spider-legs around Harry so that he can restrain him long enough for it to take effect, hoping that it's quick, that he can get the answer he needs and then finish the plan successfully.

a quick flicker of those horrible, faintly glowing yellow eyes over Harry's shoulder is enough to signal the human who is so clearly not Kim at this close a distance. he doesn't need to be 'told' twice, and pelts past both monsters out of the alley.

Norman breathes in, feeling every minute detail of how Harry is struggling against him. he savors it, but not in the way the Goblin would have. more in a clinically detached sort of sense, a scientist observing the effects of an experiment: because that's precisely what this is, a hypothesis being tested in a carefully controlled environment. When he speaks, his voice is calm, level.]


I'll ask you one more time. Which of your voices encourages these righteous murders of yours?
Edited (formatting, why am I so picky about you) 2022-12-19 04:27 (UTC)
certaininequities: (there's somethin' happenin' here)

[personal profile] certaininequities 2023-01-02 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"That many?!" The disgust and shock is plain in his voice, even if Harry can't see the way his eyes widen and his mouth twists. It can't be, he thinks. Everyone has something redeemable in them. If he stops believing that - the lesson May taught him at such a tremendous cost - he may as well give up. He's seen from Harry's memory play that there are things he cares about, people he cared for. There's got to be a way out of this hell for him. Norman remembers the task at hand, shoves down the knee-jerk reaction, and breathes in through his nose.

"The most supportive, then."
certaininequities: (there's somethin' happenin' here)

[personal profile] certaininequities 2023-01-23 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Damn it," Norman hisses under his breath. It's no matter if Harry hears him swear: the poison's doing its work, as he knew it would, but now he has no idea how to gauge if his hypothesis will have worked. He watches Harry's eyes, the way they seem to have trouble focusing. He knows from his own studies that his venom is mainly neurotoxins, so he's expecting sensory interference and paralysis. Harry can speak now, can hear him, but who knows how much longer that will last?

He can only hope that one of those many skills dies with the harpy - that maybe when Harry resurrects, he'll be a bit less beholden to the voices in his head. It isn't the solution he'd hoped for, but maybe small progress is better than none.
certaininequities: (y'know how much I sacrificed?!)

finally closing this off, sorry, thought I already did!

[personal profile] certaininequities 2023-03-30 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
So many of them?! Norman recoils a bit in disgust and anger. Even as Harry admits to his sorry state, aroused and dying and wrecked, Norman's mind is beginning to spiral, hard and fast.

I'd thought it would just be one. ONE! And that killing him could make it go away ... but now he's just going to die ... and even if one does go ... there's so many more ... how many times would I have to - to - no one is SAFE with him around! This lunatic, this - this -

"Monster."

Norman snarls, but as he lunges forward and swipes out with his claws to slash Harry's throat open, he's lost in his own mind, his own hatred and pain. He's lashing out at a mirror, a large pierglass twice the size of a door, and there are as many reflections of himself as the voices Harry's named. He's hoping to shatter every single one, just as surely as he obliterated the Goblin. To end it, so he doesn't have to be reminded that any of it happened at all. To free Harry, and in doing so, free himself.

To his great dismay, only one of them gushes blood and drops to the ground.
certaininequities: (these wooounds they will not heeeal)

CW: discussion of brain death/drowning

[personal profile] certaininequities 2023-04-18 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Norman knows the tiers well enough by now that his panic only lasts a moment before the predatory arachne logic kicks in and grafts itself to his decades of biological study. Harry must have pledged enough of himself to that insidious Fog that he can only be killed in certain ways: Reira had spoken to him about it at length when he had asked about the rankings. Eventually, the gash in Harry's lungs could drown him in his own blood, causing a slow asphyxiation and resulting brain damage ... but it would take ages for the damage to be severe enough to kill. Norman's horrible yellow eyes narrow with a grim calculation, then he breathes in]

It was supposed to be quicker than this. Not that that'll mean a fucking thing.

[he winces, hearing the Goblin jeering at him from the past:
"TELL ME HOW!"
"The HEART, Osborn!"

unable to do it with his claws - his hands! - he lashes out with a back leg and spears Harry through the heart.]