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WISH LIST

★ my dark au kink:
+ being captured by the first order and subjected to reconditioning
+ trying to turn him back with the power of gay love and friendship (and possibly failing)
+ he was always a first order tie fighter pilot instead of winter soldiered
+ poe and finn first order murder squad (dynamics if they were both stormtroopers? running away together?)
+ ^ part b: the fam that gets captured and reconditioned together… stays…together…
+ Interesting Dynamics with kylo and hux from dark aus


★ finn stuff
+ what will they do after the war? romantic vacations? homesteading? sending finn's spit to space 23andme?
+ infinite escape reimagining/aus, stormpilot escape room reigning champions

★ rey stuff
+ relationship of convenience because they're both In Denial
+ sith princess rey aus where he tries to save her and/or she turns him

★ kylo stuff
+ infinite interrogating/torture room reimagining/aus
+ ^ part b: stockholm syndrome?
+ We Need to Talk about Leia


★ general
+ honestly anything regarding leia (esp processing grief post-tros)
+ talking about his sketchy spice runner past (possibly playing things taking place during that time in his life?)
+ ^ same for things taking place during academy/new republic tbh
+ i love aus. modern aus, vampire aus, a/b/o aus, let's au the entire world
+ i prefer m/m for poe but am good with most ships

kinks if ya nasty

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[followhim]

[ at this point in the night, he knows that no matter how hard he whines and bites and scratches, he's not leaving this cell. the only thing left to do is to let brianna comfort him... and actually feel comforted by it, despite initially trying to resist.

maybe he should... take a nap? that mood when you're so bored and there's literally nothing to do besides sleep to make the passage of time go faster: werewolf edition. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ As he seems to settle she relaxes herself a bit, not having been tense exactly but, well, he is an unpredictable element. Hours earlier had they crossed paths elsewhere they would have been at each other's throats, metaphorically speaking, most likely.

And it's entirely possible the next day will be worse. That he'll be aggressive as hell and obstinate and making things worse for himself purposely or unintentionally. Or that some of the others in the pack won't appreciate that their prisoner actually survived the change and survived the night. There's so many questions and unknowns that if she tries to focus on them she'll give herself a headache, aside from stressing herself out.

So she focuses on what she can control. On what's important right now, which is the present.

Brianna stops what she's doing only to move, sitting with her back against the wall. It allows her the best view of their surroundings and should she doze off herself at least she'll stay upright. As she situates herself she lightly pats the ground next to her, making a soft encouraging sound. It doesn't bother her to offer him what comfort she can (feels the least she can do, considering) and if anything it's near instinctual; something attributed to her turning him, she assumes. ]

[followhim]

[ too exhausted to put much (any) thought into the action, he moves next to brianna to curl up next to her and have a sleep.

poe eventually shifts back (when the sun rises, most likely). and he sure is thankful to have been unconscious for the whole ordeal, because before he even opens his eyes his awareness is nothing but pain. there's a soreness that resides deep in his bones; he still feels too hot. every thing is loud and he knows if he opens his eyes it will be too bright so he's just going to keep them closed. (at least it feels more on par with a hangover now.)

there is a whole half-second while he's lying there, not quite awake, that he almost forgets why he hurts. like maybe he did just drink too much the night before... but then the thought is gone. whoosh.

he groans. kind of amazing how far the big bad wolfslayer has fallen. ]

Where...

[ is brianna? ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Once he settles next to her she resumes stroking his fur, reassuring the wolf and doing what she can to soothe him. She continues even after he falls asleep though her hand slows, almost more of an idle petting, perhaps as much for herself as for him. This certainly wasn't where she envisioned spending the night.

She nods off a few times, though she fully wakens when he changes back. Brianna watches in a protective way, ready to help the transition if needed. It doesn't surprise her that he remains unconscious given how much energy he's expended and how draining changing forms can be, especially for the young ones. Once he's human again she visually checks him over, wanting to make sure everything's healed properly and as it should be.

When he wakes he'll find a blanket over him, as not long after he changed back she got the wolf on guard to bring her one. It wasn't without a bit of an argument but she wasn't about to leave Poe alone to grab one herself. She didn't trust someone not to try something and she also didn't want him to wake up alone.

Brianna's still nearby, tired but alert, her gaze pulled away from keeping watch to look at him as he stirs. She reaches out without thinking to stroke a hand over his hair and speaks quietly, keeping his new senses in mind. ]

Take it easy. You had a hell of a night.

[followhim]

[ he groans a little in reply to that, mostly because he can't imagine taking it anything but easy. her hand in his hair is nice — even though it almost immediately brings him back to the night before.

the memories are fractured in a way he can't completely process — more feeling than thought. (the most unsettling thing for him, the biggest thing he remembers, is the feeling of raw power. even trapped and caged, he'd felt the warmth of it. it was unsettling because he liked it.)

but parsing his way through those thoughts is too much work right now. most of his brain energy is being dedicated to ... wanting to go back to sleep, mostly. ]

Is it always like that?

[ if the past several hours have taught him anything, it's just how much he had literally no idea about when it came to weres. the order was bad and kidnapped people from the republic, he'd kill them for encroaching on their territory. black and white. simple. they weren't supposed to...... be nice to him. the fuck. ]

[umbraeternam]

In the beginning it can be. [ She's honest, not wanting — or planning — to sugar-coat anything. At the very least he needs to know things, he should know, and there's no benefit to not being honest.

Would some of the others agree? She doesn't know and doesn't care. ]

Eventually it won't be. In time it gets easier, and you can gain more control over the change.

[ It's reluctantly that she draws her hand back, sensing the need for comfort in a way she hasn't really before, not on this level. But she also knows he's been through a lot and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't a part of her still a little weary, waiting for him to try and lash out or fight. ]

Once you feel up to it, I can take you out of here. You'll want more rest no doubt, but we need to get you some new clothes, and food.

[ Even she could feel starved after a shift so she can only imagine how hungry he might feel once he has an appetite. ]

[followhim]

[ "it gets easier" reassures him, even if he doesn't like it paired with "in time." he's still wrapping his head around this permanently being his life now.

also: he didn't realized how much he wanted -- needed -- comforting until she pulls her hand away. even if he did try to "do something", he'd be more likely to try to run away than fight. brianna earned that much from him. ]

I didn't think I'd get to go out.

[ so it's a relief to hear otherwise, even if he's not sure he wants to go out, considering all the friends in the order that he's made over time.

but then the mention of food reminds his body that a) food exists, and b) he will die if he doesn't eat in the immediate future. perish. cease to exist. getting mauled by fifty enemies for a single cheeto... it sounds worth it to him tbh.

he rolls to the side, experimenting with movement as a concept. nope, everything still hurts. it's probably manageable, though, as far as not lying down goes. if it brings him closer to food, it's absolutely manageable. ]

What kind of food?

icon game on point as always

[umbraeternam]

[ At that Brianna can't help but crack a wry smile. ]

I don't think some of them thought you'd make it through the night.

[ She's ever watchful as he moves, almost like a parent might be with a child, which... is somewhat accurate, in a way. Not that the thought has crossed her mind yet. There hasn't been the time for her to really sit and think about what she's done and what that means going forward. Probably later that day or the next, after she's had a chance to decently rest or just has a bit of time to herself. ]

The normal kind. I hope you're not a vegetarian. [ It's just an idle comment, not a dig in any way.

Before she moves to get up herself Brianna uses a scrap of fabric from what had been his shirt to pick up the ring and necklace he'd tore off the night before, wrapping it in the fabric to keep from touching any bit of silver and tucking it in her pants pocket so it doesn't get left behind. She has no intention of keeping it from him, it's just easier — and safer — for her to carry it, and she starts to say as much when something catches her attention.

Her nose twitches and she looks toward where she knows the main door to be, tensing up for a moment. Company is coming. She's on her feet in an instant, moving to the cell door and unlocking it as quickly as she can. Standing in the doorway, Brianna looks back his way, wanting to tell him to hurry it up a bit.

Before she can there's a rumbling growl that definitely doesn't come from her. She doesn't tense but she's certainly not pleased when she turns to see the pack leader nearing.

An older balding male with an undeniably rough look, as much from his clothing as several visible scars, and the sort of gaze that near-always seems to be scheming. His eyes are dark, more wolf than human, and when he looks in the cell there's nothing kind in the partial smile that crosses his face. ]

"And how is the little hunter this morning?" [ There's a permanent growl that seems to back his voice, if not necessarily outright aggressive, though displeasure seeps in when he notices the lack of restraints. ] "He weaseled out of the restraints, did he?"

[ Those dark eyes land on her as the question comes and Brianna doesn't flinch; it's not the first time she's been on the end of that look. ]

A shift would be difficult if he remained bound.

"Yes, it would."

pffft pls 😊

[followhim]

[ he didn't think he'd make it through the night, considering the blur of pain and heat that he remembers in between being bitten and turning. (never mind the turning itself.) it's only then, when he tries to remember what happened after being bitten, that he remembers the ring. his mother's ring. his heart aches thinking about how it's silver and he won't get to touch it again — ]

That's —

[ silver. only brianna's touching it. (with material. wow. wish he'd thought of that instead of being a dumbass. at least he didn't say anything out loud.) and keeping it safe for him? maybe. maybe she's taking it as something to hold over his head, if she assumes it's valuable to him. or maybe she intends to throw it into the ocean. none of that feels in line with what he's seen of her, though. he shouldn't trust her, but his new intrusive thought wolf brain cell is telling him that he can.

the sound (and scent?) of someone approaching makes him jerk upright, although he stays seated on the ground. something inside of him that doesn't even feel like part of him, something rough and raw and angry, flares in his chest. the little hunter. he wants to claw and scratch and bite this dude, even if the very tired and slightly horrified human part of him knows better, trying its best to hold back. ]

I'm fine, thanks!

[ he whittles his exterior down to sarcasm; it was be best he could do considering how much is raging beneath the surface. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Her eyes narrow slightly at the remark, unable to keep her own discontent off her face as much as she probably should. So the intent was indeed to try and make Poe suffer. It doesn't surprise her but it also makes her even less pleased with how she had more or less been used as a way to exact pain on someone who was their enemy.

Being ordered to fight was one thing. That's expected, at least, as an able-bodied member of the pack. Being strong-armed into turning someone was completely different. To her it was, even if there might be others in the pack who wouldn't see it that way. Who were all too happy to follow anything the pack leader instructed. ]

"Mouthy, I see." [ The pack leader looks at Poe with a slight snarl. ] "A few days spent in there and that attitude will dry right up."

[ Brianna tenses but swallows back the growl that wants to trickle out, her jaw set even before the pack leader turns back to her. ]

"Put the restraints back on him and get that stupid blanket out of there."

No. [ As he had already begun to turn away he clearly wasn't expecting any sort of defiance out of her but her simple reply has him quickly turning back, and she continues before he can get a word out. ] The hunter is one of us now.

[ The growl that her words earn is tinged with aggression and the pack leader steps into her space. ] "I gave you an order."

And I followed it. There was nothing about keeping him locked up after he turned.

"Watch your tongue, girl." [ The smack that comes with the growled words has her tasting blood as her head snaps to the side but she stands her ground, a low growl finally trickling out between her clenched teeth. ] "Don't forget your place. A cell can easily be found for you too."

[followhim]

[ as much as every single inch of him wants to fight, he stays still and keeps his mouth shut -- in no small part because of how brianna steps up for him.  

poe still doesn't quite believe that she's protecting him; it goes against everything he knows. or thought he knew. what he expected was the treatment the leader was doling — and continuing to try and dole — out. this part of the whole capture experience was unsurprising. 

he should just be quiet. he knows he should just be quiet and let them fight over his fate, but because he has a big stupid mouth that only ever gets him in trouble... ]

If you let me go, I'll get myself killed some way or another anyway.

[ it's not untrue? he's pretty sure there's not a single friend waiting for him in the outside world. (even if he did make it back to the republic, he wouldn't be able to stand the pitying looks. or being relegated to an outsider in practice if not in name.)

anyway: he didn't notice how raw and dry his throat felt until he tried to speak a long sentence. ow. ]

appears in a puff of smoke

[goazon]

[ It wasn't like the Empress to slip away. Her life since her discovery had been ruled by rote, a system of structure that kept her in line and thus kept the entire Empire afloat as well. She had a vast armada at her disposal and she had been taught precisely how to use it to bring entire star systems to heel. It was a life that had been spent training to capture as much of the galaxy as she could, and lead the empire that would hold it in its grip. Still, when she was away from it all Rey found something closer to the peace she imagined individuals that were not under the duracrete grip of an entire Empire must enjoy thousandfold.

Perhaps most people wouldn’t think of a solo mission to an isolated plane as a type of reprieve, but away from the admiralty and all the pomp and circumstance that helped keep her Empire afloat she could slouch in the pilot’s chair of her shuttle and squint against the light of a world she had not yet gotten to enjoy - or conquer. With power came the need for constant the Empress had to calculate every movement, every word, and every choice was the subject of carefully laid tactics. Here she could just be, just for a moment. She could climb and hunt and build a fire like she had once in the brief, feral time before she had been swept up in the Empire, handed a legacy where she had none, and groomed to carry it.

The pains and paces her master had put her through had worn on her, it was a high price to ask of anyone, much less a malleable orphan who’d grown up first in the harsh desert sun and come of age in the deepest shadows of the First Order. She knew how to play the game, knew when to draw away, and put herself back together before the stench of weakness grew too strong to hide from anyone. It wasn’t that she felt especially weak, but the restlessness that had come with duty had gnawed too persistently to ignore and ruins were an indisputable reason to slip away and indulge the part of her that wished she could wander.

Though it had seen better days the temple above was still breathtaking, though the inside had long been picked clean by looters and explorers alike. Rey was hardly disheartened by the state she found the crumbling stone structure, all of her reading suggested that there was another larger subterranean structure beneath.

The only problem was finding it. The ancient codex that had brought her here hadn’t gone into a lot of detail about that part of things - but Rey was nothing if not persistent, and as she strode silently through the ancient stone walls the wheels of her mind turned relentlessly in the direction of finding a way. ]

[followhim]

[ times had been hard on the scraps that remained of the resistance. all poe ever wanted was to make her proud, to honor her, to carry on her legacy. but without leia, without the last jedi, and with no more than a handful of resistance members left to fight, what legacy was there? he couldn't confide his doubt to anyone, not even finn. he was certain that finn knew, though. the words weren't necessary; exhaustion had a way of making him an open book.

they couldn't fight proper anymore, not after exegol. all that was left was doing what he'd spent the last year doing as commander: trying to find allies. more people to fight and more supplies. the more time he spent on that, the less time he'd have to spend in his abyss of grief and self-loathing. that felt like too much to share with finn, too. and unfair — rey meant more to him than she had to poe. (he wonders if she meant more to finn than he did, too, what with their secrets. but it's another thing he can't bear to ask. what would the answer do, besides hurt him?)

so this time, on this stupid fetch quest for ancient tech for a junker who just might give them junk bucket ships in exchange, he insists on going alone. they don't have numbers for more — and if something happened to him, there would be finn. that's the reason he gives for going alone, that one of them needs to stay behind, but sometimes it's nice to be alone. to not have to be anything to anyone else. just a dude with clinical depression, survivor's guilt, and severe ptsd trawling through some ruins.

when he hears someone else approaching, he freezes up. tenses behind a pillar, immediately reaching for his blaster. he's not expecting a person at all, maybe some kind of creature that made a nice and cozy home here.

he nearly drops his blaster when he shifts to get a look at the source of the noise and it's…

rey?

but not rey. her face, but different. everything slightly off about her. uncanny valley, or her entire existence shifted an inch to the left. (not that he can judge; he's different too. more scruffy and dead-eyed.) ]

Rey? Is that — it's you, right?

[ against what should be his better judgment, he steps out to get a better look. to make himself known — not that she needed the help, probably. Force Stuff.

(finn should have been here. finn would know what to say. finn is the one who deserves to see her.) ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She's not able to get a comment out before Poe makes one and that doesn't help her discontent either. Not that it exactly surprised her that he couldn't stay quiet, he didn't really seem the sort, but she had hoped maybe he would be too tired and worn out to make a fuss. This would certainly be easier if he stayed quiet. Couldn't he see she was trying to help him not get killed? ]

You may find a cell but can you keep me in one is the better question. [ The low words come out as little more than a growl as she turns her own glare at the pack leader.

A few long moments pass as the two weres stare each other down, both tense for a fight. For her part, Brianna would rather avoid an actual fight, if only because of the potential consequences win or lose. The pack leader glances Poe's way, seeming to contemplate. ]

"Oh you won't survive long, hunters usually don't." [ A remark said with a flash of teeth, and that toothy cruel grin turns her way next. ]

"All right. You want to keep the little mutt around, so be it. But he's your responsibility. When he steps out of line, you both do. When he fucks up, I'll gladly take it out of your hide." [ Brianna snarls at him, remaining tense even as he takes a step back out of her space. ] "Your pedigree has gotten you this far but defiance comes with a price. Let's see if you're really willing to pay it."

[ As the pack leader turns and leaves she doesn't relax in the slightest, still braced for a fight and her gaze doesn't waver, watching the way one would warily watch any threat. She does finally bring a hand up to wipe at her mouth, spitting blood on the ground, and an unhappy growl rumbles in her chest. ]

[goazon]

[ Was it?

For a moment her eyes narrowed, tensing as he called her name and revealed himself. Was it her? The question unsettled the Empress, who dug her heels in against the thought, drawing a sharp breath against the stale air of the ruin as her face hardened. She knew him, and the sight of him moved some part of her that she had firmly decided to put down and walk away from.

While he may have lamented it, Finn’s absence was a blessing to Rey, allowing her the certainty that filled her movements as she lifted her hand, drawing on and through the Force to tighten around Poe, attempting to immobilize him before he thought the better of not having aimed and shot at her while he had the chance to do it. ]

What are you doing here?

[ The disdain in her voice was evident, already aware that she should not expect an answer from him, but needing to say something, anything to help her feel just a little bit stronger than she did when first laying eyes on him. Things had changed, she knew who she was, and she knew this person was not the Rey Poe, or Finn thought they knew. She had surrendered a part of herself to something greater - and in return the power, the certainty had somehow been enough to blot out the drum of the steadfast heart that beat beneath her ribs. It wasn’t the first time that feeling lost had been enough to drive someone to drastic measures, and perhaps those that knew her would have said she would be the last to fall.

With enough pain, with enough pressure, everybody falls apart. ]

You won’t be leaving here alive, whatever you came here for.

[followhim]

[ the way she looks at him — the way it feels like the air around him is crushing him — confirms what he already knew in his heart all this time: rey was gone. whoever... whatever... was left, this wasn't rey. the dark side warped her into something beyond recognition. 

but even knowing it in his heart, seeing it before his eyes... what if there was some bit of rey left? what if he could bring her back? he knows he's not the right person for this; they were never that close and he almost certain isn't soft enough to turn someone back to the light. he solves his problems by blowing them up. ]

Doesn't matter.

[ could not give less of a shit about scavenging for a junker right now. he tries moving towards her, against the force. nope, can't. (it brings back some Bad memories, kylo ren memories. but he's pushing them down.) ]

C'mon. You don't need to do that. [ that being... kill him??? ] You could come back with me. Don't you wanna see Finn again?

[goazon]

I could kill you.

[ There’s an almost novel thoughtfulness to her words, her wrist flicking smoothly in an effort to pull him across that space between them, confident she could restrain him with minimal strain, and certain she could maintain that hold for a while.

It’s the mention of Finn that halts her, as he must have known it would have and Rey had to pause, swallowing down the pain of the thought like poison, using the sting of it all to pull him towards her a bit more speedily. ]

I don’t want to see Finn.

[ The thought of it hurts and while she can use that hurt to feed her own ire, to have actually been confronted with Finn would have proven to be a greater challenge - even lost to the maelstrom of thoughts and impulses that felt as though they came from within as well as without, a person didn’t just forget their first friend.

Lucky for her it’s Poe she’s been given to contend with and the course of action seems so simple and precise she almost regretted how quickly she would execute it.

Which was when the floor began to shake. ]

[followhim]

[ yeah. poe knows what the ruin shaking around them means, and he knows it isn't good. (maybe if it collapsed on both of them, that would bring an end to the war? that's some extremely hopeful thinking on his part.) ]

You don't mean that. [ he really hopes she doesn't, because "talk about finn" was the beginning and end of his master plan. ]

I know we didn't -- we fought a lot, but it's because you're like me. [ this is honest and from the heart, at least. ] And I always feel like everything's falling apart around me. [ a beat. ] Metaphorically, not --

Look. Finn wants to see you. Come back. We could change things. All of us, together.

[followhim]

[ all the fight leaves him as soon as the leader is gone. (he would have done better to be quiet, but he was mad and his brain cell was asleep.)  he's brianna's responsibility, and the first thing he's going to do as her responsibility is... lay back down. 

all right, all right, part of him may feel a little guilty.  maybe that's why he's ready to absorb himself back into the blanket. ]

So, uh... Is there still gonna be food, or...

[umbraeternam]

[ Brianna hears him but doesn't immediately respond, her attention trained forward in case any other company was forthcoming. Only once they seem to be alone does she slowly relax and finally glance over Poe's way, her irritation with the overall situation lingering. ]

Get up. Unless you want to stay in there.

[ She sighs and walks down the corridor a few paces, just making sure one of the others isn't hanging around to spy on her, and then walks back, fighting the urge to cross her arms. It's not his fault. (It might be a little his fault.) ]

Do you think you can keep your mouth shut once I take you out of here? I'm not keen to have to fight on an empty stomach. [ She arches a brow at him as she asks it. If he didn't have much self preservation that was going to be a problem, although one she supposed was better found out sooner than later. ]

[goazon]

[ She didn't mean that, but it was nothing he needed to trouble himself about. Rey had made her choices, and the pieces had fallen as a result of it. It's the word 'together' that stuck the hardest and was the most difficult to shake off. Power had brought a level of isolation that she had feared as a child with it and lost io the dark side it was a weighty burden.

It was a burden that at the moment she didn't want to recall - not like this, not in front of Poe Dameron - or anyone. She had decided that whatever pain it brought her would be hers to bear alone and while her rise to power had blotted some of that ache out, it couldn’t diminish it entirely.

Lucky for her she didn’t have to deal with it then. Instead it was the ground beneath their feet that became the real issue, shifting until it smoothed out at an angle, swift enough to knock them both off their feet and send them down into whatever cavern that slope deposited them into. ]

[followhim]

[ if she reached out with the force, she could feel the loneliness bleeding out of him, too. poe felt burdened with guilt and responsibility that threatened to drown him every day. trying to lighten the load with finn hadn't worked in the way he'd been hoping it would when he made him co-general. the space between them had grown into an ocean. there was too much darkness in his depths, things that he wasn't sure finn could understand. repeatedly leading good people — his friends — into massacres. that guilt was his alone.
 
maybe that was why he wouldn't let himself give up on her. if he could save rey, if he could do this one thing, maybe he could redeem himself. (or maybe he was hoping they were still the same at heart and she could connect to him in a way that finn couldn't.) ]

Rey!

[ but now the ground is falling apart beneath them, so he'll have to return to that train of thought at a later time. he scrambles for purchase on the floor as they slide and tries to grab for her at the same time -- in the end succeeding at nothing. oh, to be yeeted into the yeet hole. ]

[followhim]

[ he rocket launches himself up; soreness and shame can't deter him from the call of food. he immediately realizes that he does in fact have a little shame, and tries his best to make his torn up clothing from the night before Work for Him. if there's a werewolf stage where nudity in human mode becomes totally chill, he's not there yet. as long as he can make the shirt and pants work for him briefly, he will get through this. somehow. ]

Yeah, yeah, I'll be quiet. [ the dismissiveness (and mouthing off) is just hiding anxiety, let's be real. he's not coping especially well.

he wants to say "thanks for grabbing my ring," but the words get stuck in his mouth. it's too soft for the current moment. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She thinks about telling him to just use the blanket to cover up but after a moment of watching him wrestle with what's left of his clothing decides against it. It's probably better this way, really. Less implied kindness and the others can gain some satisfaction from the hunter being in a state, clearly brought down a few pegs on the ladder. And anything that might deter one of the others from verbally (or physically) poking at him is a good thing.

Selfishly, she's not exactly in a hurry to find out just how rough it's going to be having him around. ]

Good, because I'm sure I don't need to tell you that some of the pack will be eager for any excuse to start something with you.

[ Which wasn't exclusive to the fact of who and what he was, new wolves tended to have to deal with all kinds of shit by virtue of being low in the pack hierarchy, but it certainly wasn't going to do him any favors.

Would she have been any better than the rest of them had she not been directly involved in this? Brianna couldn't say, although more than likely she would have just avoided interaction entirely unless she'd been personally wronged. ]

Stay near, don't engage with anyone, and try not to get distracted by your new senses.

[ Brianna knows it's asking a lot but she can try to properly acclimate him later, once immediate needs are taken care of. With a last stern look she moves to leave the building, her focus split between keeping track of Poe and trying to suss out if anyone's loitering outside just waiting to cause trouble. ]

[followhim]

[ it's only then that it occurs to him that a) he has adjusted to the current level of sensory perception happening in his cell, and b) if he leaves it, he will get to experience a whole new range of things to see, hear, and smell. not so sure how that's going to go. time to redirect his efforts to breathe through his mouth. ]

If they don't start something with me, I won't start something with them.

[ in other words, "don't start none, won't be none." but there's no bite in his words. too tired and hungry to be anything besides talk. which is why, at least for the moment, he's staying close and being quiet as directed. ]