✘ Round 8 | [Audio]

[glacius]

You all... you all are truly insufferable, you know that?

[Right off the bat, this is strange behavior for Glacius, who has woken up to an odd, subtle-but-familiar buzzing in the back of his mind. He might notice it from the last time the gods pushed him to lash out at people, but this particular brand of rage plays off emotions that are already fiercely strong in the alien: his protectiveness towards the people close to him, or in this instance, the one person he is closest to. He's always been frustrated at the treatment Carlisle has had to endure, in his own world and occasionally in this one, but this just pushes him to a breaking point.

At this point Glacius thinks he would like nothing more than to waltz out into the city and pick a fight with someone who so much as looks at his partner the wrong way, but he can't. He can't just wander through the city thanks to the ever-oppressive heat just outside, so that leaves him with only one avenue: arguing over the network. This should come off as extremely uncharacteristic of Glacius even to people that only know him in passing.]

It's bad enough, the trouble that I go through for all of you. But to put Carlisle through anything even remotely similar? My partner?! How many times has he come home exhausted, terrified, or in tears—because of what he has to go through here? Because of what you have asked of him, or of what you have done to him? All he has ever tried to do is help the needy of this city! If you've ever ended up injured, there's a good chance he has helped you directly! You probably don't even know what that does to him—and worse, this is how you repay him?!

So. [The ice alien pushes a little snort through his nostrils, as his brief but angry tirade is replace by a colder sort of fury.] Let this be your warning. If any of you come anywhere near him with any intent to harm him, physically or emotionally, you will answer to me. I will keep him safe. I must!

[And with that, some of the otherworldly warrior's true protectiveness beginning to bleed through, he cuts the feed. He's not sure if this accomplished anything and it wasn't even therapeutic to get out like he was hoping thanks to the outside influences still leaving his mind addled, but he can't just sit by any more.]

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[glacius]

[Carlisle picks up on the compulsion fairly easily, privy to what it feels like both to subject others and be subjected to it himself... but Glacius still has yet to catch on. He's vaguely aware that the anger he's experiencing is uncharacteristic, unfamiliar in an uncomfortable way, but the treatment that his partners has received over the years is such a sore spot that he's more ready to assume that he's just reached a breaking point. Combined with his natural protective streak, and it means it will take a bit of guidance to snap him out of it.

Thankfully, Carlisle is coming to do just that, and the alien very readily agrees to having his partner nearby again. If he's nearby then he can be sure no one else hurts him, that no one else even thinks about getting close.] I will stay here if that means you are coming to me. You need to be kept safe from the fools and schemers of this world, and I will do that. I promise!

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[tongueamok]

Of course. It's only a walk home, and I'll be fine, as always. [Or as usual. Sometimes, things get hairy when the gods cause trouble.] Just- just try to focus on something else in the meantime.

[Not on him. Not on this transmission, either. Cisth, he does not want to think about the implications laid bare here.]

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[glacius]

[Focusing on something else is extremely difficult when that awful, burning anger persist in the back of his mind. Glacius' features crinkle up with skepticism.]Always? If you were always fine I would not have to be warning the inhabitants of this prison-world off! Are you sure you do not wish for me to meet you half-way, so that I can ensure your safe return?

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[tongueamok]

[That god-influenced irritation gets to him.]

I'm not the one who is in danger simply by stepping into the sun, Glacius. I do not need to be watched—

[He pulls in a sharp breath and stops, closing his eyes, trying to remain impassive. If the trees still behind him are any indication, he's still in the park.]

You need not worry, Glacius. I walk this path every day.

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[glacius]

Which means you are becoming predictable. Any schemer with foul intent could know the path you take and spring upon you without warning. I can't let anyone get close to you—you are mine to look after!

[disconnect]

[tongueamok]

I don't need to be coddled! I am not made of glass!

[Big talk coming from a guy who gets winded going up the stairs. It's getting harder to hold his tongue.]

We will speak of this when I get home.

[And with that, he's hanging up before he loses his temper to this irrational nagging at the back of his mind.]