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ampoule 10 - [In Person] // There's nothing left within my lonely room, without you
[Anyone entering the kitchen will see a wheelchair by the countertop. It's facing away from the door, so to see who was in there, you'd have to walk around. Those who haven't shifted this week will recognise that it's Shiki. His clothes are different, much more modest than his usual gaudy attire. A simple grey brown shirt and black jacket and a blanket over his legs. His head's leaning as though the muscles just aren't working, eyes glossed over, non-responsive and just... there. It's eerie to look at for a long time. But at the same time relatively sad. How the mighty merciless killer of the Igura has been reduced to a catatonic state. With the Premier dead there was nothing left for him. Nano had won after all...]
[OOC: Shikitti will be waking up come Wednesday time, but if someone could keep an eye on him until then that'd be much appreciated!]
[OOC: Shikitti will be waking up come Wednesday time, but if someone could keep an eye on him until then that'd be much appreciated!]
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Hey.
[He lightly touches his shoulder.]
You awake?
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...
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Lights on, but someone's locked in th bedroom. A'right. Come on.
[He lifts up the break on the wheel and moves him out of the kitchen.]
No sense in ya stayin' all cooped up in th' kitchen.
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There's a slight twitch on his part at the motion, a low incoherent mumble, maybe in protest? After all, he did still need to be fed. Good luck John, he's gonna make your life just that little more difficult.]
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Oh, right. I was gonna make dinner anyway.
[He lowers the break on the chair and heads back into the kitchen. He had all his things out...or was at least about to. John didn't have a problem staying on task as it was that he was simply not accustomed to having to work with someone that wasn't speaking or reacting well.]
Be back in a few.
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...
[Whatever was being cooked smelt way too appetising. He couldn't remember the last time anyone'd cooked him anything, let alone anything that wasn't artificial in some shape or form. Once he could, he'd make a point to thank John for this... and then ask him to never speak of this ever again.]
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He started cutting up the steak into bit sized pieces. Before moving to feed Shiki, he moved toward the back of the dining room and pulled the partition closed for privacy. Even he didn't want to be seen being soft to someone else other than to those that he was closest to. There was no baby talk, no silly motions which would have been highly uncharacteristic to the hardened men.
He took his seat and picked a small piece of the steak for Shiki.]
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Despite being oblivious to the majority of what was going on around him, the vague scent at least seemed to waken him enough to eat what he was offered. The lack of stupid talking was appreciated, not that he could really have said anything.
However when John reaches the salad, the catatonic man seems to put up a fuss. His lips refusing to part and his expression becoming that of annoyance.]
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Still no words. It was pointless to talk to someone that wasn't going to respond.]
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And then nothing else from him, clammed up again in his own world. Remembering times of his glories, something other than the fact there was nothing left for him.]
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Finishing up his meal in silence, he takes the plates into the kitchen and washes them. The task didn't take long. Taking his position behind the wheelchair, he releases the break before moving on. He opened up the partitions to allow them access out and into the main hall.]
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There was however a slight twitch from his brows as John began moving him. Curiosity if anything. Whilst he had faith in the man, he still wanted to be within the loop.]
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Gonna get some sun while it's still out.
[He continued on until he reached the gardens. Even John liked peaceful moments now and then when he had the initiative to enjoy them.]
I like th' stars personally.
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Mm..
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What's on yer mind?
[John hated the idea that his work was going a little slower than anticipated but the Author did like to throw in monkey wrenches into his gears to disrupt the plans that he had made and carefully laid out.]
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...I was a fool... Defeating the Premier only meant defeating myself...
[Exhaling heavily his eyes opened again, they didn't have that glossed over sheen, but he still didn't seem completely there. Mostly from the fact that he wasn't actually moving.]
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So...you feel like you ain't got no purpose?
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He was my purpose... Upon killing him I soon realised nothing was a challenge anymore... What is the point of living when you have no goal to overcome..?
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Okay. I get that but why not train others? Just fadin' ain't doin' ya no good.
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I work alone. I have accomplished my goal. There is nothing left that interests me anymore.
[John may notice the tiniest irony on how much he sounds like Holmes with that last statement. Something his usual known self may not have been too happy with knowing the similarity.]
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Yeah, know what'cha mean. Still, can't go on just sittin' like some log thinkin' about them glory days neither. But who am I t' lecture.
[He picks up a pebble and tosses it toward a tree. It bounces off and plops into the pond off to the side.]
Still ain't no good.
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So many questions and thoughts, none to which he could decide the answers to. John however had set the ball in motion.]
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He's going to build a miniature cabin along with the scenery that he's memorizing. A new hobby....perhaps.]
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