01 - Much to soon for me to tell - If you're in heaven or in hell

[vipassi]

Characters: Mukuro and anyone!
Setting: Room 2-06, then wandering around the Dorm floors.
Format: Post is action, I'm comfortable with both prose and action
Summary: New arrival - and one particularly not happy with this.
Warnings: mixed signals, Mukuro being confusing and annoyed, warped internal monologue, boy gets kind of morbid easily, and he might word-game bat at people.


[Room 2-06]
[For anyone in the room when he woke up, there was a brief few moments after he sat up that were a little less carefully guarded; sitting partway up enough to get bearings, half-lidded, with about the expression of a cat that'd been set in the middle of a room papered in tinfoil. One hand did go to run a finger along the collar and its tubing with a flicker of more - displeasure... as there's a quick glance-over the notes on the nightstand.]

[By the time he sits up fully, he's settled into a more "normal for him" pseudo-calm, as much as the slight smug smile's tinged with irritation. No, this certainly ISN'T where he'd been holed up with Ken and Chikusa, and beyond being kidnapped and in an apparently shared room, the collar is insult to injury - and maybe it's imagination but he looked a bit paler and about 10-15 pounds lighter on the "skin and bones" side of unhealthy a second ago...]

[And he's definitely taking stock of the room and any signs of whoever else is here. No, he won't be happy to find that the other three aren't "his people".]




[Rest of the Dorm floors]
[For someone that's new, he certainly seems to be taking things calmly; sure, the trident he's carrying does look like it's very clearly a weapon, but besides being pretty aware of his surroundings, he doesn't really seem on-guard at all; if anything, he almost seems quietly bored with the dorm areas, although there's an occasional unthinking moment of running a finger along the collar.]

[After all, as unhappy as he might be with this? Letting it get him upset already would serve no purpose; no, better to prowl the area, get his bearings, and get a sense of who and what else is here and what's going on before he starts prodding at things and working on finding out the truth about what he just got hijacked for.]

[After all, if they've made a habit of these kidnappings, he can't be the only one suspicious of this all and less than pleased...]

Comments

[swordofzero]

[Since he was last in hell... If Suzaku hadn't been in the tower long enough for everything he had ever known to be proved false, for everything that couldn't exist be proved to be real... He would have felt some measure of shock at the new man's words.]

It's not hell. [Though it might as well be.] It's a tower, it has no name.

[vipassi]

[...Well that was ... not really informative, and could mean a great many things.]

Do you know where this tower is? [Which, to some degree, only really mattered in terms of who was responsible - and how to get back.]

[swordofzero]

No. We do not know what planet, or land it is on, nor if there is anything else here apart form this tower. We can't escape. [He's being as informative as he can, there's just not much information to give.]

[vipassi]

[He closes his eyes, rolling that bit of information in his head; he can't say he had high hopes for someone in a similar situation knowing too much. The orderly environment, collar, and almost condescendingly simplistic "notes" smacked too much of some kind of experiment for his tastes, as well; for all the snark about "Hell", demons weren't normally concerned with such things.]

Have you been here long?

[swordofzero]

Nine months or there about. [Time was hard to keep track of sometimes. He nods towards the trunk] You're things from home are in there.

[vipassi]

[ On the one hand, he didn't care for that figure; being here that long meant that whoever was responsible was in this for the long haul. On the other hand, being relatively functional after being in an apparently controlled facility this long was .. well, better odds than what he'd lived with as a child, depending on what they did and how they went about it, and who this person was and how they handled things.]

[He shifted to stretch, and did move to check the trunk, albeit never entirely taking his eyes off his "roommate"; he hadn't been expecting much, and honestly was a little surprised they HAD left the Mist Earrings, and the broken-down trident - a boon that was more worrisome than encouraging.]

[Well, somehow he suspected trying to stay somewhere else would be ... not the best idea, which meant he was just going to have to adapt; he settled into at least a more relaxed smile, sitting on the edge of the bed after retrieving folded clothes and the earrings.]

My apologies; I'm sure this must be just as awkward for you. My name is Mukuro Rokudou.

[Because "Six Paths" is a perfectly legitimate last name. :| ]

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku blinked at the name, but nodded none the less. After all he had heard stranger.] It is nice to meet you, despite the circumstances Mukuro Rokudou. My name is Suzaku Kururugi."

[vipassi]

[He nodded slightly, and looked across, to the other two beds.]

Is the rest of the room occupied?

[swordofzero]

[Suzaku nodded] Yes, Psi and Sora live in this room as well. You will meet them later I am sure.