[ Physical restraints and gags aren't new experiences for Vanessa, and the memories recovered while she struggles and coughs and chews, they all involve white padded walls or an old bloody mattress. That was back when Vanessa's agency would so often be dragged away from her, then twisted around into its ugliest form before being shoved back into her racked body. Here, she's restrained just the same while forced to see her own loved one suffer a cruel possession, now on the other side of the glass.
Her muffled howls are reduced to whimpers and grunts before long, having twisted herself against the rope enough that the burns stretch along her wrists by the time a flustered paladin finds and unties her. Before she can answer his questions, she's shoving herself to her feet and launching forward.
She already knows that the spirit wants violence, so she'll head to where he might find weapons first, ignoring any stares she gets as she races off like a madwoman. She momentarily considers alerting a friend to head him off, but now that she knows not to underestimate the spirit's motivations, Vanessa is certain she can subdue him herself. The Doctor would hate for anyone else to see him like this.
She grabs her pocket-watch in a desperate attempt to still reach him, calling through it as she runs. He isn't beyond reach, not yet, even if her cheeks are tear-stained from the momentary terror he caused her before abandoning her to the voices. ]
You need to stop! Please, let us talk through this.
[ Her words feel dry on her tongue, like she might choke on them, with her breaths as frantic as her steps. Vanessa strains to listen for any background noise that might give away his position, should he respond. ]
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Her muffled howls are reduced to whimpers and grunts before long, having twisted herself against the rope enough that the burns stretch along her wrists by the time a flustered paladin finds and unties her. Before she can answer his questions, she's shoving herself to her feet and launching forward.
She already knows that the spirit wants violence, so she'll head to where he might find weapons first, ignoring any stares she gets as she races off like a madwoman. She momentarily considers alerting a friend to head him off, but now that she knows not to underestimate the spirit's motivations, Vanessa is certain she can subdue him herself. The Doctor would hate for anyone else to see him like this.
She grabs her pocket-watch in a desperate attempt to still reach him, calling through it as she runs. He isn't beyond reach, not yet, even if her cheeks are tear-stained from the momentary terror he caused her before abandoning her to the voices. ]
You need to stop! Please, let us talk through this.
[ Her words feel dry on her tongue, like she might choke on them, with her breaths as frantic as her steps. Vanessa strains to listen for any background noise that might give away his position, should he respond. ]