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

[pineapple_fairy]

[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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[pineapple_fairy]

[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?

[ofuckitskimblee.livejournal.com]

[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.

[pineapple_fairy]

[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]

[ofuckitskimblee.livejournal.com]

[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.

[pineapple_fairy]

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.]

[ofuckitskimblee.livejournal.com]

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.

[pineapple_fairy]

[A story? "The Author"? Well if that isn't the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard! Now as well put together as this man appeared, the boy couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't delusional in some sense. Though, it was rare indeed for one suffering such a delusion to be so well-kept and glued together. Perhaps it was some sort of code or euphemism?]

Pardon my rudeness but that sounds rather hard to believe, perhaps I just don't understand what you mean. I'm in a "story"? Under the control of "The Author"? Again I apologize but it all sounds rather ludicrous.

[Mukuro does as he's told in regards to his leg. Though it was difficult, after the sudden shock of forcing himself to his feet the muscles in his leg seemed to have seized up and cramped. Had he a bit more power, he would have easily been able to force his body to hold up better, but alas after Chrome's fight with the baby he was exhausted.

He wasn't going to lie though, the movement of his ankle felt good. He could feel the blood begin to circulate more regularly. Hopefully after a bit of bed-rest he would be able to move with limited use of his power]