badfic_manor | 1rst illusion || Rokudo Mukuro || [video/in person]

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1rst illusion || Rokudo Mukuro || [video/in person]

[There's the sound of something heavy and wet landing on the floor with a loud 'shlop' sound. It's dark at first, but then there's some shifting and the blackberry falls onto the floor, the camera picking up a wet figure on the ground. The figure is bound up in chains, stuck with wires and tubes and other fastenings. There's a tube over his right eye and his left eye is taped shut. The bottom of his face is covered by a mask with various tubes sticking out of it. Possibly for breathing and feeding underwater? His wrists, ankles, and neck are bound in manacles. Clearly someone didn't want this person to get out, however it's unclear whether he's a prisoner or perhaps an experiment. He appears to look like a regular young boy in every other respect...

The figure on the ground spazzes and jerks in a brief without any warning. It's unclear as to if he's awake or his body is simply in shock from the obvious sudden change in environment. The body goes still immediately afterward. Then, a muffled noise emits from the figure. His chest rises and falls in sudden jerky movements... that can either be attributed to laughter or crying...

Regardless, it doesn't appear as though he will be able to free himself on his own... and conveniently enough room 10 now adorned with a shiny new nameplate is opened a crack...]

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[[Kimblee only hears the thud of the ground before his PCD goes off, the sounds matching up from the video and what he can hear from the door.

He raises his eyebrow and takes a peek in, staring down at the bound young man in chain and getup. Two things:

1. This guy's in there for a good reason and shouldn't be touched.
2. This guy's in there for a good reason and shouldn't be touched but may just be grateful for being helped out.

Alternately, Kimblee would have to blow him up. Either way first thing's first, he steps his way in there and claps his hands together.]]

Hold still, I won't hurt you.

[[Then presses his hands to the chains, controlling the explosion to shatter each link off one another and fall to the floor along with the wrist and anklets and other restraints.]]

[Mukuro could barely make out what the man was saying... but it was... sound... something he had not heard with his own ears in so long...

Then the chains fall. He spasmodically twitches, once more trying to get a grasp on how to work his body. He clumsily swings a had up to his face touching the mask that covered his nose and mouth. Texture. It was hard to keep the smile from his lips as he ripped the thing off, coughing up some liquid as it tossed it aside.

Flailing once more he pulls the tube from his right eye and snapping it open. He could not feel Chrome anywhere, as unsettling as that was, he didn't need to remain in the path of possession. There's a little flick and the kanji in his eye flicks from the numeral 6 to 1. The path of illusion, just to be safe. He rolls onto his back and looks up at the stranger, coughing a few more times and squinting with his one open eye. The world seemed so bright to his eyes that had been in the dark for so long...]

[[Kimblee lets the young man begin to come back to himself, he wont further touch him. He knows what it's like to finally be out of your bindings and just how the rest of the world seems -at first- like your enemy. He leaves his gloves out of the equation, he doesn't want to draw attention to his hands right away.

Under the careful supervision of the psychopathic savior, he watches while the boy pulls more things from his body.]]

Calm yourself down, you'll choke and I can't fix that.

[[He moves slowly, both shielding any incoming light and to move his hands to the tube. His hands are sturdy and he pulls it from the poor thing's throat, making sure to do it all in one movement. He's not so concerned with what the eye looking at him looks like is as much as he is about getting random bits of tape off.]]

You're alright now. Just relax.

[Mukuro coughs and chokes as the tube is pulled out, and he coughs up more water. With the tape removed he is able to open his blue eye. He gracelessly yanks the remaining tubes from his arms, and lays there in silence for a bit, catching his breath. The air felt cold... and he was cold. He could feel the floor underneath him, the uncomfortable bits of chains digging into his back. The room was dim, but to his eyes it was bright enough to give him a headache.

It was marvelous.]

Kufu... kufufufu Kufuhuhu..hahaha HAHAHAHA!

[He could no longer restrain himself. He was out of Vendicare! He had somehow manages to escape once again! Oh this was rich! Marvelous even! But ah, perhaps he was over exerting himself. Right in the middle of his laughing fit he has to pause to cough, his throat still sore and scratchy from the tubes. His gleeful fit subsides and he looks over to the man.

Well dressed. A man with an agenda. Just the type to release a monster from his prison. Now to find out what he wanted and whether or not it would be much of a trouble to oblige. Of course, in case he was some innocent bystander, Mukuro could also play up the victim act a while longer... it never hurt to get pity from others. And it wasn't exactly difficult, his voice was weak and hoarse from lack of use]

W-who are you? Are you... the one... who broke me out of Venicare?

[Again under the older man's guidance he keeps close watch while this young stranger finally comes to his senses and realizes he's free. Yep. That's the same kind of laugh that he shared once he was free too-- at least, he laughed like that all the time though. But the real, true laugh when one's finally free of bindings holding back your every day life let alone your one true calling. He would have thought this young man insane for NOT laughing like that coming out of chains and tubes from wherever the hell he is from.

Crazy or not, at least that much (being restrained and isolated for the most part) Kimblee could relate to. He waits for the man to relax himself, his face one of 'concern' that he's steeled over the years. He offers a friendly smile, taking off some chain-links here or there while he speaks.]

I wish I were, no one deserves to be in bindings like I found you, no one. My name is Zolf Kimblee, I happened to hear your struggle through that door there.

[He motions back at it then kneels properly and offers his hand for Mukuro to take or not so he can help him to at least lay on his bed.]

Here then, let me help you to a more comfortable place.

[The teen noded, and goes about looking around the room. Very plain... very to his tastes... but the sudden burst of visual intake was dizzying. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to dispel the sudden vertigo. Upon re-opening them he finds the pleasant surprise of a hand being offered to him... he could move again. His heart began racing at the prospect of once more moving around with his own body. He raises his hand to take the strangers, missing a few times before he finally manages to grasp it, and works to pulls himself up. He manages sitting just fine but when it comes to getting to his feet, his knees buckle and tremble and he isn't able to lift himself far off the ground before his underused muscles give out and he falls over. He sits up, panting. He was rather drained after his fight with the Arcoblano, using his illusions as a means of temporarily granting his body movement was out of the question.]

It seems... my stay in captivity... has had more effect on me then I first thought...

[The brings a hand to his face, his trademark smile was still there, but his brows were knit together in irritation]

[Kimblee's more than not, using this as a test to see if the whole thing was a charade. Normally a man won't accept help from another man if he's batshtiinsanegentleman like Kimblee is save for being let go. ...Then again this could be part of the ploy as well. Not that he cared, his hands anywhere near this guy and he feels confident.

The way that the stranger's hand stays on his face, even through that smile, he understands the delirious feeling of finally being free and unable to do anything still. It's heartbreaking nostalgia of someone as powerful and busy as he was to have been captured.

The smile stays nicely fit on his face, his hand comes back though and that's only because he has to re-adjust the way he's kneeling to move closer on said knees.]

No one belongs in captivity like you've been, for so long it seems. Come then, I'll help you at least to your bed.

[He's more than ever confident that this guy's either really useless or really powerful where he comes from. Going a little bit out of his way to secure at least an 'arms length' relationship isn't such a bad thing, really. Long as that water-logged-boy doesn't somehow stain his suit, he doesn't care. Then again, nothing alchemy can't fix. He slides his hands gently underneath the best points to carry such a frail body, it seems sturdy enough but frail none the less under the circumstances it seems to have been kept. Without much effort, Kimblee pulls his body closer and lifts him in a bridal style hold, moving him easily and reverently into a laying position on his bed.]

Now relax, your body is much too weak to be struggling around as you were, no matter the semi-obvious reasons why.

Ah, thank you. MY apologies it's been quite a while since I was able to move freely...

[Against his inner most desires, Mukuro allowed himself to be carried. It was humiliating... but Vendicare would pay. In his new world their would be no need for them, and he would take much pleasure in obliterating them.

But that was for another time. He needed to focus on the now. More specifically, his reason in being released. Surely whatever task his 'savior' would be no simple matter considering the trouble he must have gone through to free him. Now, this man's involvement in all of this, he claims it wasn't him who freed him, but judging by the care-taking he could be an underling, he fit the type, well-dressed, gentlemanly... possibly a snake-in-the-grass. Regardless, Mukuro wanted answers, and since this man seemed just so willing to comply to helping him he should readily give them up. If not then Mukuro wouldn't waste any time in MAKING him give them up. A minor possession shouldn't be too far out of his power, though he wouldn't be able to keep it up very long.]

So, where am I exactly? Surly, someone has a need for me if they have gone through the trouble of breaking me out of Vendicare...

[As a precaution, Mukuro switched his eye from the first path to the sixth, the numeral in his eye changing accordingly.]

Nonsense, no apology needed.

[Just give him time to figure out why you're all locked up and in somewhere someone would have to break you out of for that matter and he'll be content for a few moments. Smile intact, he looks around at the room, eyes instantly taking in their surroundings with pinpoint precision then back to his current little conquest.

That, of course, misses the changing of the iris, but it does look off from the last time he took a look at this boy's face. He gives him a little bit of a look, but it's nothing that he doesn't brush away with a smile afterward.]

As far as I've managed to find out, you're in someone's story.

[He sits down on the bed at Mukuro's feet, knowing all too well how stiff muscles feel.]
Relax your leg. We're under control and direct attention of a woman only known as 'The Author'.
[His hands gently bend Mukuro's ankle, starting from there, just slow recuperation. Of course it's not going to be a magical cure, but it's something.]

This is her manor and we do as she sees fit regardless if we like it or not, or of our talents.

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pineapple_fairy - 2011-05-08 21:18 (UTC) - Expand

Hmmm?

[It looks like this new arrival is in trouble, whoever he is.]

Can you hear me?

[Stupid question, most likely. So Emma abandons the blackberry and searches through the halls until she comes across the newest door, which is just open. She enters, and kneels down close to the boy in chains.]

Are you alright, dear? What happened?

[The boy is unable to respond properly, or even see the newcomer. His right eye covered with a tube, and his left taped shut. The mask prevents him from responding in anything but a muffled grunt, and even that was a challenge. Pulling air from the disconnected tubes was proving difficult, as he was used to them feeding air to him mechanically. More concerned with keeping his breath steady, the boy tries to convey his status with the only part of his body he could openly move: his hands. Unfortunately a light twitching of his fingers was all he could give in that regard.

He was overall confused about the whole situation, clearly he was no longer in Vendicare... the last thing he remembered was the fight with the Arcobalano baby... then falling asleep. Not that he was complaining of course, despite the overwhelming discomfort of being wet on the floor in chains... he could actually feel the discomfort. No longer floating numbly in the dark for who knows how long. He could feel his hear begin to race at the prospect of finally being free]

[Sensing his discomfort, Emma reaches out and touches his mask, seeking the place where its attached. She doesn't want to accidentally cause more damage to him, so she leaves it for now. Instead she touches his forehead with a gloved finger, seeking his mind.]

Can you hear me like this? What happened to you? Are you alright?

[Well that was extremely uncomfortable, his mind was his own and he did not take kindly to people trying to flit about it, whether it be other illusionists, or what ever this woman was doing. It was an insult to him but unfortunately there was nothing he could do about it. His eye was seal shut from the tube and he wasn't able to switch the paths of hell he could activate. However if he could convince this woman to undo the bindings... He may have been weakened but he had enough power to force her out of his head if need be.]

I've been locked away... for... I cannot tell how long... I haven't seen the light of day in quite some time... please... if you could undo the chains that bind me?

[He's not comfortable, this one. He doesn't take well to mental invasion. Most don't. But this one has a special anxiety about it. There's something about this one that might bear investigation later.]

Of course.

[She moves to the tangle of chains binding him and begins to yank at them.]

You'll have to instruct me on some of this.

[There's some irritability. Was it truly that hard to break some chains and manacles? It seemed rather self explanatory. However he tries to hold back much of his irritation. He didn't know just how much would be conveyed in his thoughts. It was so much easier to express fake cheerfulness vocally... but considering his personality he's not doing too bad of a job mentally....]

The manacles, break the manacles... and then, if you could...

[A small wave of excitement washes over him]

remove the tube from my right eye... and I will be able to do the rest....

[His excitement sets her on edge. Is it excitement at the prospect at being freed, or something else?]

Of course. One moment...

[She releases her psychic hold on him as she morphs into her diamond form. In her changed state, it's a simple matter to snap the chains and manacles in two. She pulls the chains off him, off his limbs and body.]

Now then...

[She tilts his face up to hers, gently in her diamond hands, and peels away the covering on his right eye.]

[His heart skips a beat when he feels the covering on his fall away, and instantly snaps it open. But what path to use first? Possession? To teach the woman a lesson for entering his mind against his will? No, first thing was first, that would be the first path of hell. The kanji numeral in his eye switches from six to one. The path of illusion. Usually he made sure he had just enough strength left to maintain Chrome's illusionary organs, but since he could no longer feel her presence, that power would be better used enhancing his weakened muscles.

With his new renewed strength, he flung a now free hand to his face and violently tore the mask off, pulling the tubes from his throat as well. It hurt, he wouldn't lie, but the satisfaction of that first gasp of free air before he went into a coughing fit was well worth it. Even through his coughing he managed to pull the remaining wires from his arms, uncaring about letting then bleed. The coughing lasted a few moments before transforming into almost maniacal laughter. He was free from Vendicare once again! He didn't know how it happened but it hardly mattered. They wouldn't be catching him again.

The boys laughter subsides and he looks up at his "savior" with his usual friendly smile. With a shaky hand he brushes the bangs from his face, he would try to get the tape from his left eye, however restoring muscle strength and restoring coordination were two different matters entirely... When he adresses the woman his voice is rather weak and hoarse from the sudden yanking out of the tubing]

I am indebted to you...

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