Death By Oral Report (Continued) Open to room 201

[latvia]

The pain was excruciating. At first, it hadn’t hurt at all. After a moment, though, Raivis’ shoulder gradually started hurting. The cuts, though, were not as bad. They were sort of drowned out by the pain in his shoulder. He grit his teeth and managed to sort of curl into a ball, holding his arm close to him. He barely heard the voice of Nils in front of him, followed by the frantic rambling of Matthew.

He looked up, first looking at Matthew, then Nils, and back to Matthew. Raivis blinked a few times in confusion. It didn’t seem right that the Canadian would cling to the leg of someone he had been so mad at just earlier. What he said just wasn’t right either. Matthew wouldn’t say anything like that; especially not to Nils.

Raivis then turned his attention to Nils. What he had said…that didn’t make sense either. Sure, the Norwegian had called him a loser – as was to be expected – but was he actually being considerate? It was like the two people in front of him just became someone completely unlike themselves. Although, Raivis could easily get used to this Nils. This Matthew, though, was just not right. And the girl from before…

“Y-y-you’re that girl,” Raivis said under his breath, too quietly to be heard. He was mostly just talking to himself. People did that, right? He glanced back up at Nils’ hand, outstretched toward him. Raivis had no idea if it was a good idea or not to take the help. By the way he had acted before, Nils was certainly not trustworthy at the moment.

Raivis chewed on the inside of his lip, his gaze switching between Matthew and Nils, looking at both of them with wide eyes. If the rest of his school year was going to be like this, he really didn’t want to stay anymore. He shook his head – very slowly – and scooted back a few more inches, holding his breath against the growing pain in his shoulder.

[jegernorge]

Oh, he should have guessed nothing would go according to his plan, shouldn't he? He was sure that, had the other not latched so awkwardly to his legs, he'd be carrying Raivis to the infirmary, he'd pose as good-boy enough not to get a detention, and Fritzi - Raivis had just shouted Matthew was actually the girl, which explained a lot of things - could go on his place. To detention, that's it. It was all too perfect, so you can imagine his angry once Raivis simply shook his head and crawled away. He saw rejection, another reason for him to remember not to ever trust people in general.

Now, Matthew - or Fritzi, or whoever that was - was whining and complaining about uncalled things, even a fake offering for him to be his servant. How despicable. Nils hissed, curling his hand back as he shook his leg, trying to make Matthew let go of it. "Get off." he hissed, glaring at nothing exactly before looking down at him. "Don't you see you're annoying me?!" He almost shouted, pulling his leg back to try to pry the other off him. He was avoiding his eyes, growling tiredly because nothing would work. What a drag.

He tried to focus on something else. The whole rooftop was destroyed, ice and fire mixed in the strangest way possible, Matthew was suddenly clinging to his leg, Fritzi was nowhere to be seen and Raivis stared at him like he had just seen Death itself. His innards twitched in a strange way, he felt a bit sick from all the mess, and it wasn't so funny now his cheek was bleeding from the flying concrete. In fact, it wasn't amusing at all.

"Okay..." he growled, looking down at Matthew. "You want to be useful? Help me get him to the infirmary." He hissed, pointing at Raivis. "I'm saving your ass too, so you thank me later." Nils glared, looking deep into Matthew's eyes. Was he seeing things, or Matthew's eyes were red? He blinked, narrowing his eyes a bit. How unusual.

[awesomness]

Fritzi was sorely tempted to just smack Raivis right now since he seemed to find out the truth. Darn, maybe she did go a bit too drastic in her change, but weren’t people with split personality like that? Eh, not like that matters right now. So long as Nils doesn’t try to go fucking around with her memory again or any of that other mental shit.

She was glad that Raivis had denied Nils’ help, at least she knew that the Norwegian didn’t have much support around. It’s always easier to get away with possessing loners or people that everyone hated.

She sniffled once more, "…Sorry," she quietly let go of Nils’ leg, continuing the act nevertheless, "And don’t worry, I’ll make sure he gets into the infirmary. In fact, you don’t have to do a thing." Her face remained in the same pitiful expression but she smirked mentally. Years of theatre practice and possessing people had made her a pro at acting.

Fritzi made sure that her gaze was still on the Norwegian’s eyes. C'mon, just look back... Oh, now he was glaring right at her. Great~ The only thing which would have made this better was if Raivis hadn't found out about her, but it's not that big of a loss.

She started to chuckle and smirk, for real now, as she stared right at Nils' eyes, "Well, why don't I just thank you now?" Fritzi said before possessing the blonde.

Fritzi rubbed her new eyes and grinned. Matthew's body slumped slowly to the rubble-filled ground. He should be alright- the Canadian only got a few scratches while she was using him and he does have tolerance to the cold. And she can always come back to him after taking care of the frosh.

A hand reached out to the Latvian again, "Hey you should really get to the infirmary before you faint or something," she said while trying to seem a bit gentler, "Look, I didn't intend to hurt you or anything. I was only really after this guy here," she points to the body she's currently inhabiting,"Just... don't think of me as some kind of evil person or anything. After you I'll make sure to come back and take care of Mattie-boy, alright?"

In her mind however, a different conversation was starting with Nils, "Heh, how do you like your situation now? Don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of you while I own you. It'll be just as bad as what you did to me, nothing more, nothing less."

[latvia]

Maybe it was just the lack of blood now in his system, or just the situation at hand. All Raivis knew was that he was extremely confused. Matthew was up, and suddenly he’s not. Then Nils starts talking like he’s a different person. It took the small teen a while to figure out exactly what happened. And when he did, he was still pretty confused. Not like, lack of information confused. But…hazy.

He knew he couldn’t just sit there, but he didn’t want to take Nils’/the girl’s hand either. He chewed hard on the inside of his lip, cringing slightly when he tasted blood. He didn’t really want to know if it was from his the gash on his forehead or a potential cut in his mouth.

Slowly – very slowly – Raivis reached out and grabbed the hand outstretched toward him. Accepting any and all help, he managed to get up, but immediately regretted it. When he stood up, he felt dangerously close to passing out. He swayed on his feet, somehow catching himself before he fell to the side. Thankfully, the feeling went away after a very long few seconds. It was a horrible feeling, and the sharp pain in his arm wasn’t helping it at all.

“P-p-please d-don’t forget about Matthew,” he stuttered, so quietly he was barely audible. The dizziness came again. It wasn’t as intense as last time, but it came at about the same time the pain in his shoulder suddenly became equal to hundreds of needles jabbing into his skin. He screamed and staggered, but caught onto Nils’ shoulder with the hand on his good arm before he fell. He really just wanted this to all be a dream.

_{(Holy crap, this fails so much. I'm so sorry. orz)}

[jegernorge]

Once Fritzi took control of his mind, Nils felt shivers run down his spine, he felt liked his body had jerked forward, and was spasming on the floor, shaking violently. Nothing was actually happening, but this was invasion, his most private place had been ruthlessly invaded by some nose-up douchebag who now was talking with his voice, moving his arm and talking to his-- wait there, Nils, wait there. He growled, because maybe due to his Mental powers, he was still very much alive as she fooled with his body.

He tried to take back the control of his members, maybe even shake his arms so Raivis would get scared and run. He wanted the boy away, not because he despised him... no, he wanted everybody away, so Fritzi wouldn't have a single soul to play with her dirty abilities. So that she wouldn't put him in any possibly dangerous situation.

Oh, you little bastard... Is this how you want to play? He yelled in his mind, which was a strange place to be, even for him. It was a cold, desert place, not even a phantom of someone he knew. The floor was like a chess board, and there was a single chair, pompous and big, but made of iron, where he guessed he used to sit in. He wondered why he could see his own mind in such a different view, maybe because Fritzi had knocked him there, but.. he still had no idea where she was, or if she even could reach this inner part of his. He crossed his arms and stormed around, blue butterflies swirling around him. Don't you dare do anything! he yelled again. I will kill you if you do, I have your mind open for me to see! He hoped this was valid.

He closed his eyes, turning around to try and see what was happening. He could hear both Fritzi and Raivis' voices, but it sounded like they were so far away, he couldn't even reach them. A new effort was made, again he tried to focus enough to take control of his body, but it was just enough for him to place an arm around Raivis and catch him on his fall. He gasped, and before he could even adjust the poor, bleeding Latvian on his arms, he was back to the chess board. Looks like Fritzi had taken her place back again.

He crossed his arms and began walking to the throne, hoping that there, he could at least have a seat.

[awesomness]

"I'll make sure to get Mattie after I make sure you don't collapse and get in a coma or anything, promise." Fritzi said, trying to reassure the little ball of nervousness known as Raivis. She felt like her arm was going to start shaking- Nils must be trying to resist already. She sighed to herself and tried not to shake as much as possible. It seemed that this would be a challenge, especially since this is the first time she'd possessed him. It'll be a fun challenge though, and defeating Nils would be a great passage to write in her journal/blog.

"Oh so I'M the one that's playing dirty tricks?" Fritzi snickered at the real Nils, "Yeah because fucking around with someone's past is completely clean. Can't get cleaner than that." she added with a note of sarcasm.

Talking back to Nils, Fritzi had been distracted and hadn't noticed Raivis fall, except that she was able to keep him from falling onto the floor somehow. Oh, that must've been Nils' doing, him somehow able to control his arm just enough to help the Latvian. She focused her attention back to controlling Nils' body and adjusted her arm and tried to pick him up (which was pretty difficult considering that he was mostly camouflaged except for the blood.)

"Don't worry, I won't drop you or anything." she told the blonde, going down the steps carefully to make sure she doesn't trip or anything.

As she was walking down to the infirmary, people would stop and stare at the sight, since it's not everyday that someone gets to see "Nils" carrying a bleeding, invisible person to an infirmary. Fuck, it would be enough of a sight to see Nils help pretty much anyone.

"Yeah yeah, that's such a dangerous threat coming from you, considering the position you're in," She scoffed at the Norwegian. Really, the threat was rather useless right now, "Don't worry, it's simple. An eye for an eye. I'm actually cutting out some slack, since I'm not a psychotic bastard who tortures people for the lulz."

"And good luck trying to fuck with me again," she added, "Remember, I'm the one controlling your body right now and that basically includes powers." Well, this wasn't always true. It depends on how resistant the host was, and Nils was pretty resistant to all this, but it's worth attempting to demoralize him, "Why don't you relax and just watch the show for the short moment you don't feel pain?"

Some of the things she was saying to her host was mumbled, along with a couple of words that the real Nils had been saying. Fortunately, this was very soft in tone and couldn't be heard from the bystanders.