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Who: Spike Spiegel [ 7livesleft ] & Kengamine Nagi [ cicumae ]
What: A little visit.
Where: Smoker's office.
When: Sometime in the evening.
His life seemed to be a constant shuffle between prisons, as of late. Deadman Wonderland, then the city of Nuadoria -- a virtual open-air prison -- then Genkaku, then here.
Nagi had first woken up in Smoker's office hours ago -- opened his eyes to find himself slumped in the corner of what looked like an office. His head hurt too much for him to move, but there wasn't much need for it either. Even from where he was, it was easy to see that he was locked behind bars, a prisoner once again -- just to a different jailer. (And he faintly remembered what had knocked him out -- the Commodore, the man who he had been wary of from the first. The last thing he remembered was the blow of the jitte cracking against his skull.)
Everything after that was a sluggish haze. It wasn't until some time had passed that Nagi realized his numerous injuries had at least been bandaged up, the wire stitches across his throat replaced with sutures. A doctor must have tended to him at some point -- and it also explained the heavy drowsiness that weighed his limbs down. Sedation? (A wise choice. He would have attempted to blast his way out of this cell on his own if he could, with no consideration for his anemia or injuries.)
At some point, his familiar had reappeared -- a small, feathery bundle that lay at his side, nudging slightly against him. And it was only when he reached out with a tentative hand to brush his fingertips against the ruffled feathers that he realized its wings had been clipped -- crippled, essentially. Absently drawing the animal closer, he sank back into a blank haze, too tired to think.
What: A little visit.
Where: Smoker's office.
When: Sometime in the evening.
His life seemed to be a constant shuffle between prisons, as of late. Deadman Wonderland, then the city of Nuadoria -- a virtual open-air prison -- then Genkaku, then here.
Nagi had first woken up in Smoker's office hours ago -- opened his eyes to find himself slumped in the corner of what looked like an office. His head hurt too much for him to move, but there wasn't much need for it either. Even from where he was, it was easy to see that he was locked behind bars, a prisoner once again -- just to a different jailer. (And he faintly remembered what had knocked him out -- the Commodore, the man who he had been wary of from the first. The last thing he remembered was the blow of the jitte cracking against his skull.)
Everything after that was a sluggish haze. It wasn't until some time had passed that Nagi realized his numerous injuries had at least been bandaged up, the wire stitches across his throat replaced with sutures. A doctor must have tended to him at some point -- and it also explained the heavy drowsiness that weighed his limbs down. Sedation? (A wise choice. He would have attempted to blast his way out of this cell on his own if he could, with no consideration for his anemia or injuries.)
At some point, his familiar had reappeared -- a small, feathery bundle that lay at his side, nudging slightly against him. And it was only when he reached out with a tentative hand to brush his fingertips against the ruffled feathers that he realized its wings had been clipped -- crippled, essentially. Absently drawing the animal closer, he sank back into a blank haze, too tired to think.