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dru_evilistaOwen automatically dialed down his sense of smell as they walked though the doorway into the cells. One weevil smelled bad enough, let alone three. At least Ianto had cleaned down here recently, after the Delelpin had exploded itself in cell five. Bleach smelled much nicer than alien entrails.
The long-term residents pressed against the glass when they saw Owen and Ianto, clawing at the doors. Janet snarled and OC squeaked, and chattered loudly from his vantage point in Marcia’s cell when he caught sight of Ianto.
Ianto frowned. "I think they’re just trying to get away. They're scared. Marcia, what are you doing to them?" He scolded the newest arrival quietly, trying to soothe the upset weevils.
Owen shot a glare at Marcia and pulled out a weevil-configured scanner, pointing it at her. "Definitely picking up psychic activity. See the colored bits on her head there?” Owen tapped the small picture on the screen. “Seems stronger then normal. Weevils are pretty low level, mostly greens and blues, more empathy between them. This one’s gone all purpley. Looks a bit like when you’re having one of your psychic fits. Are you getting anything?"
Ianto paused. “You’ve been scanning me when I meditate?”
“Had to do something. Jack wouldn’t let me scribble on you with the sharpies.” Owen shrugged. “So do you feel anything from her?”
Ianto moved away from Janet's cell and moved closer to Marcia. "She's still...poking my shields. She seems angry, though that's not strange for a weevil."
"Can you try lowering your shields a little? Maybe get a better feel on her?"
Ianto nodded, closing his eyes. He flinched and let out a pained gasp. Owen was at his side instantly, arm wrapped around him.
"I'd say no." Ianto shook his head as if shaking off cobwebs.
"Are you okay?" Owen asked in concern, running a hand up and down his arm comfortingly.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." He was watching the weevil crouch and snarl, eyes focused on him. "She's projecting anger, violence. So many negative emotions. She's most definitely the cause of the others distress." Ianto frowned and squinted his eyes, obviously concentrating. Marcia stumbled back, looking startled.
Ianto wavered, sagging against Owen for a brief moment before straightening up and rubbing his temples.
"Ianto?" Owen asked quietly.
"Just gave her a little shove. Showed her whose boss, and all."
"You know that gives you headaches." Owen muttered, rubbing soothing circles against the Welshman’s back.
They had found out Ianto could physically affect living things, and oddly enough OC. Owen had been on the wrong side of it once or twice, and the only thing he could compare it to was descriptions he had heard about heat waves. Not exactly real, but strong enough to knock you on your ass. It was creepy as hell, which was probably why Ianto hated using his abilities like that. I:
"Yes, well it's minor. We can’t have her terrorizing everyone, and poking me constantly. It'll be fine, it passes in a few minutes."
"I don't like you being in pain. Jack was right, this was a bad idea. You should go; I'll finish up scanning. She can't hurt me."
Ianto shook his head firmly. "No. I'm not going to be scared off by one pissy weevil. I'm staying."
Owen growled, stepping between Ianto and the weevil’s cell as he picked up his scanner. The purple areas were smaller, so at least it looked like their new arrival was behaving.
"You are such a stubborn ass." He grumbled.
"That's why you love me." Ianto answered with a smirk, keeping a strict eye on the weevil in front of them.
The weevil snarled softly.
The long-term residents pressed against the glass when they saw Owen and Ianto, clawing at the doors. Janet snarled and OC squeaked, and chattered loudly from his vantage point in Marcia’s cell when he caught sight of Ianto.
Ianto frowned. "I think they’re just trying to get away. They're scared. Marcia, what are you doing to them?" He scolded the newest arrival quietly, trying to soothe the upset weevils.
Owen shot a glare at Marcia and pulled out a weevil-configured scanner, pointing it at her. "Definitely picking up psychic activity. See the colored bits on her head there?” Owen tapped the small picture on the screen. “Seems stronger then normal. Weevils are pretty low level, mostly greens and blues, more empathy between them. This one’s gone all purpley. Looks a bit like when you’re having one of your psychic fits. Are you getting anything?"
Ianto paused. “You’ve been scanning me when I meditate?”
“Had to do something. Jack wouldn’t let me scribble on you with the sharpies.” Owen shrugged. “So do you feel anything from her?”
Ianto moved away from Janet's cell and moved closer to Marcia. "She's still...poking my shields. She seems angry, though that's not strange for a weevil."
"Can you try lowering your shields a little? Maybe get a better feel on her?"
Ianto nodded, closing his eyes. He flinched and let out a pained gasp. Owen was at his side instantly, arm wrapped around him.
"I'd say no." Ianto shook his head as if shaking off cobwebs.
"Are you okay?" Owen asked in concern, running a hand up and down his arm comfortingly.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." He was watching the weevil crouch and snarl, eyes focused on him. "She's projecting anger, violence. So many negative emotions. She's most definitely the cause of the others distress." Ianto frowned and squinted his eyes, obviously concentrating. Marcia stumbled back, looking startled.
Ianto wavered, sagging against Owen for a brief moment before straightening up and rubbing his temples.
"Ianto?" Owen asked quietly.
"Just gave her a little shove. Showed her whose boss, and all."
"You know that gives you headaches." Owen muttered, rubbing soothing circles against the Welshman’s back.
They had found out Ianto could physically affect living things, and oddly enough OC. Owen had been on the wrong side of it once or twice, and the only thing he could compare it to was descriptions he had heard about heat waves. Not exactly real, but strong enough to knock you on your ass. It was creepy as hell, which was probably why Ianto hated using his abilities like that. I:
"Yes, well it's minor. We can’t have her terrorizing everyone, and poking me constantly. It'll be fine, it passes in a few minutes."
"I don't like you being in pain. Jack was right, this was a bad idea. You should go; I'll finish up scanning. She can't hurt me."
Ianto shook his head firmly. "No. I'm not going to be scared off by one pissy weevil. I'm staying."
Owen growled, stepping between Ianto and the weevil’s cell as he picked up his scanner. The purple areas were smaller, so at least it looked like their new arrival was behaving.
"You are such a stubborn ass." He grumbled.
"That's why you love me." Ianto answered with a smirk, keeping a strict eye on the weevil in front of them.
The weevil snarled softly.
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Date: Thursday, July 16th, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)“Had to do something. Jack wouldn’t let me scribble on you with the sharpies.”
What was just so perfectly Owen. You know he totally has a stash of them in his desk, just waiting for when Jack isn't there.
And the return of OC. *giggles* OC amused me at the end of Cure The Senses. I'm glad to see it come back. =)
*glares and swats at Marcia*
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Date: Thursday, July 16th, 2009 03:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, July 16th, 2009 06:21 pm (UTC)