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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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[Congratulations Mukuro, you've won a Vicious Scowl.] Yeah, well, tell me that again after you've tried to escape from this place. [Zuko be something of a sourpuss now, as he moves over to sit against one of the walls.]

Well lets see what I have to offer shall we?

[He glances under the bed and smirks, clumsily reaching over for his ornate trident that was conveniently tucked away there. It didn't look like it was there before... but perhaps it had just gone unnoticed at the shock of seeing another person tied and chained to the ground? Or perhaps it was just one of Mukuro's many mysteries.]

How nice of them to include this in my belongings, I could have sworn it was confiscated with he rest of my belongings... kufufufu

[A lie. The trident was a creation of his will, but he felt the need to offer a more... solid explanation of it's existence.

Much less shaky then before, almost surprisingly so, Mukuro pulls himself to his feet. He's still weak in the knees and rather winded from the effort, but considering he was struggling to sit up not even a moment prior. ]

I wouldn't suppose you would know if they had my clothes tucked away here somewhere? I would much rather not be walking around... quite like this...

[Zuko was staring at the trident at first, but blinks when Mukuro addresses him, and shrugs in response.]

I dunno, when I was brought here I only had the things I was wearing at the time.

Then lets take a look...

[Mukuro's eyes scan the room, spotting an armoire not too far a way, he hobbles his way over, leaning on the trident. Hopefully it wasn't just for show, he wasn't fond of the idea of walking around in prison clothes....WET prison clothes.

Well it's the moment of truth. He opens the doors and MUCH to his pleasure all his clothes are folded neatly on the lower shelves, and his jackets hung just as neatly above them.]

Ah, very nice.

[He glances over to the other boy. Well, playing the 'buddy buddy' role wouldn't hurt. The boy seemed to be of a similar size... and if Mukuro was going to associate with him he didn't want to have to put up with any offensive odors... he did that enough with Ken...]

You and I seem to be of the same size. If you wish for a change of cloths I would be glad to lend you some, in return for your assistance earlier.

[Like hell he was going to get one of Mukuro's jackets though. NO ONE touches his jackets...]

[A change of clothes? Something other than this same outfit that he has to wash every day? Zuko looks almost like a starving man offered a steak.]

That would be... greatly appreciated. [He gets to his feet to approach, looking at the clothes with some curiousity-- they seem to be unlike any style he's seen in the four nations, but not that different from what seems to be common around the manor.]

[Mukuro took his regular set for himself, well regular for him. The attire was still rather gaudy by normal standards. Tight-fitting khaki pants, fancy belt, knee-high boots, his trademark shirt, a fancy jacket and a pair of gloves. He then steps back allowing the other boy access to the dresser]

Pick what you like, however the jackets are off-limits.

[He waves his hand dismissively, waving off the gratitude.]

Though if you wouldn't mind facing the dresser while I change.

[Zuko nods, keeping his eyes on the dresser. He looks through the clothes curiously-- none of it was in the shades of red he was used to, but it'd be better than what he was currently stuck with. After a moment of looking, he reaches forward to pick up one of the many t-shirts with mottled patterns of blue on it (it made him think of the Water Tribe, but there was nothing for it, it seemed), and grimaced at the dark green and khaki pants that reminded him of the Earth Kingdom. He was grateful, however, to spot a couple of pairs of black pants, and quickly grabbed one.]

Thanks again for this. [He stays respectfully faced towards the dresser until he's sure Mukuro's done.]

[It doesn't take the boy long to change into his clothes.]

I'm finished.

[He takes a seat on his bed, leaning his trident against the wall before hand so that he could put on his boots]

It is no trouble. I can empathize [~~no he can't~~] as I was also stuck in that outfit for longer then you would probably like to know.

[He nods his head in the direction of the wet white garb on the floor. oddly enough, he no longer seems to be wet....]

[Zuko's used to him and his men being able to dry themselves off using firebending, so Mukuro's sudden dryness doesn't immediately strike the prince as strange. He turns around with the tiniest hint of a smile, almost invisible.]

Yeah, I understand. [He starts looking curiously at the trident-- he's never seen a pole-arm that ended like that before.] What exactly do you call that?

this old thing?

[Mukuro finishes adjusting his boots and stand up, taking the trident and holding it so Zuko could inspect it, or pick it up should he want to.]

It's a trident, fairly well known where I'm from, though moreso as a piece of symbolism from legends rather then a weapon. It was never known to be the most popular of weapons but I seem to fair just fine with it.

[Though in his case it was bound closely to his illusions. Not to mention the top could be separated from the staff for different types of combat. All very useful when coming up with his plans and schemes during a fight.]

Now, I don't suppose you could tell me more about this wall you were talking about?

Edited 2011-05-12 03:22 (UTC)

[Zuko nodded, clearly very interested as he took in this information; given the opportunity, he wasn't about to ignore the chance to pick up the trident and examine it closely. When Mukuro asked about the wall, however, Zuko handed the weapon back to it's owner.]

It's located outside the manor-- far down the path, past the forest. It's... like an invisible barrier. You can see some kind of mist or fog or something beyond it, but nothing else. I attacked it with as much of my fire as I could, and I know someone else who tried using explosives on it... it never seems to even crack.

hmmm...

[Mukuro takes back his trident and thoughtfully taps his chin, though he wasn't surprised brute force didn't work. Against powers like his they didn't typically work]

Well perhaps you simply took the wrong approach? Perhaps we should take a visit to this wall. I'll see what I can do with it. I doubt I'll be able to break it, however I may be able to... breach it somehow.

[Zuko frowns slightly, but he's not about to say no to trying to get through that wall again.] That sounds fine with me, but do you mind giving me a minute to change, too? [He'd really like to change now that he has something to change into.]

[He was quite eager to take a stroll outdoors, however forming a friendship with this new acquaintance took priority.]

At your leisure, I'll wait out here.

[And he turns to walk out of his room to wait. Though, he's no longer shaking and his complexion no longer looks like he hasn't seen the light of day in over a month.]

[This time, Zuko takes note-- it's strange that someone would recover so quickly from something like that. Still... he's seen a lot of strange things since coming here, so while he doesn't dismiss it, he does file it away into memory to think about later.]

[Zuko's quick to change his clothing; simple clothing is not like armour, being difficult to get into easily without help. As soon as he's done, he steps out after Mukuro, carrying his old outfit with him; the clothes that probably would've fit on Mukuro were just slightly baggy on Zuko's malnourished frame, the pants uncomfortably loose around his hips. He pays it no mind, however.]

Right. The manor entrance is this way, follow me. [Clearly used to leading the way, Zuko sets off down the hall.]

[Mukuro follows politely, not minding the boy's take charge attitude... for now. As they walked, Mukuro quelled boredom by looking over the other teen in his clothes... something just seemed... amiss about it. Perhaps the misty tones weren't his color... perhaps it was the pony tail... top knot... thing...

Yes, that had to be it. It certainly was an outdated hairstyle... by a few centuries to say the least. So far, the outlandish tale the boy had spoke of seemed to be making more and more sense. Mukuro had been switched from one prison to another, if this wall could hold up against his powers....

After a time of walking, and musing on fashion and powers and the like, they make it to the wall... the invisible wall as the boy had stated. Mukuro walks forward to it with his hand out until he feels a force stop it... and a strange rippling effect in the air]

So, I take it this is the wall you spoke of?

[The other boy, unaware of the scrutiny or criticism to his ponytail, scowled, folding his arms across his chest-- he still hadn't quite gotten over his 'defeat' two weeks ago, when he'd first arrived.] Yeah. That's it. What're you planning to do?

Kufufufu... Open it of course. What kind of wall....

[In a blink a door appears in the area of the wall]

...doesn't have a door? Now, lets just hope my slumber hasn't weakened me too much....

[Mukuro takes a deep breath before he opens the door. It was just mist... he reached out to touch it. The barrier was still in place. His brows nit together and his eyes narrow in irritation, but his smile remains... He's absolutely irate, however he is a master at not letting it show. Had the fight with the baby weakened him too much? Such a eat SHOULD have been easy...]

How bothersome... I was hoping I wouldn't have to switch paths... but if we can't get out then perhaps I could bring something in....

[Zuko is completely and utterly stunned and confused.]

How did you...? Is that door real? [It certainly didn't seem like it, given that Mukuro couldn't seem to go through it, but Zuko had never seen such a realistic illusion before.]

If you perceive it to be real, then by all means it's as real as you or I.

[He takes a deep breath and brings a hand to his right eye, the expression on his face sharpening despite his ever-present smile.]

Would it be alright for me to lean on your shoulder for a moment? There's one more thing I would like to try, however, I would rather not topple to the ground like a rag doll in the process.

[Zuko's expression grows further confused, but he nods and steps closer all the same to help Mukuro.] If it might get us out of here, definitely.

[He rests his arm around Zuko's shoulders, bracing himself for what he' knows will come. There's a little flit and Mukuro's eye switches from the 1rst path of hell to the third, the Kanji in his eye switching accordingly. However the moment he does so, he is forced to put his all his weight on Zuko, his limbs weak and quaking once more. His hair is suddenly wet again and his skin sickly pale. He has to close his eyes for a moment because of the harsh sunlight.

While he was usually at least able to keep up illusions to such a minor degree regardless of what state he was in, he was too weak in his current condition. Even his trident, which he had dropped to the ground was beginning to dissipate into mist.

He holds a shaking hand out to the wall and soon a black portal-like thing forms in front of it, and from it a snake slithers out before it quickly snaps shut again. A very small, yet brightly colored (read: poisonous) snake. Mukuro stares at the small snake in surprise... there were supposed to be more of them... and they were supposed to be bigger....]

[Zuko can't help himself-- it's an instinctual reaction to give a brief cry of alarm and step backwards away from the snake, reaching up to grab Mukuro and keep him from falling in the process. It was as if Mukuro had never really gotten better-- and to be wet again, as well?]

Damn... come on, sit down! [The Fire Nation prince has no idea what just happened, but he knows it took Mukuro for one hell of a spin. He tugs the other teen over to the nearest tree, eyes flickering back to that snake briefly before he focuses on using his Firebending to heat the air around Mukuro and dry him off.] You're all wet again-- how did that happen?!

Kufufufu....

[Mukuro holds out a weak hand to the small snake, and it comes slithering obediently into him. He holds it for a moment, inspecting it. The creature doesn't seem to do anything in retaliation, content on sitting on Mukuro's hand]

There's no need to fear it, as meager as it is, it is mine. Though usually there's more of them, and they're larger. It's a summons... I was able to bring something from the outside of the barrier within it. So it must not be completely impregnable... though perhaps this pathetic little specimen is merely a testament to my physical state. I am rather tired.

[Mukuro tosses the snake away before switching back to the first path. The Kanji reverting to a '1' again. In the blink of an eye his color seems to get better, and he's no longer squinting in the bright light. Though his breath is still rather heavy]

Still, it is a victory, albeit a small one.

[Zuko frowns.] It could just be that the barrier is only meant to keep things in-- not out.

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