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paixaorpg2007-07-30 09:34 am
kokiriswordsman.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2007-07-30 09:34 am
Entry tags:
Into the Darkness
Characters: Link, Vexen, some unfortunate Creepers
Content: Experimentations
Setting: Issa seekrit
Time: Issa 'nother seekrit
Warnings: Possible torture, and some serious WTFery.
Link had been put, not back into the cell with the other subjects, but an isolation chamber with white walls and no exits. Not even a window.
Not that he'd really noticed this for about four hours, seeing as he'd been unconscious when he'd been dropped in by the quartet of dusks. While knocked out, Link had dreamed, though he could not recall on waking of what he had dreamed. This was due, in large part, to a splitting headache that told him just how close he'd come to death.
He had been in this cell half of a day, though he had no way to tell time beyond his own suspicions, when a new set of Nobodies arrived. These were Creepers, and Link thought he saw familiar figures among the shapes they morphed into, though he was given no time to study them closely before he was taken by them to another lab - a lab in which he was promptly strapped to a table. He knew that he could no longer cast any of his spells - he had not been able to imbibe any of the potions he had brought, primarily because they had been among his belongings when they were taken from him.
Bright blue eyes focused on the black-coated figure as quickly as they found him. "Back for seconds?" he asked almost flippantly, though the bleary edge to his voice told that he was incapable of much more than threats.
Content: Experimentations
Setting: Issa seekrit
Time: Issa 'nother seekrit
Warnings: Possible torture, and some serious WTFery.
Link had been put, not back into the cell with the other subjects, but an isolation chamber with white walls and no exits. Not even a window.
Not that he'd really noticed this for about four hours, seeing as he'd been unconscious when he'd been dropped in by the quartet of dusks. While knocked out, Link had dreamed, though he could not recall on waking of what he had dreamed. This was due, in large part, to a splitting headache that told him just how close he'd come to death.
He had been in this cell half of a day, though he had no way to tell time beyond his own suspicions, when a new set of Nobodies arrived. These were Creepers, and Link thought he saw familiar figures among the shapes they morphed into, though he was given no time to study them closely before he was taken by them to another lab - a lab in which he was promptly strapped to a table. He knew that he could no longer cast any of his spells - he had not been able to imbibe any of the potions he had brought, primarily because they had been among his belongings when they were taken from him.
Bright blue eyes focused on the black-coated figure as quickly as they found him. "Back for seconds?" he asked almost flippantly, though the bleary edge to his voice told that he was incapable of much more than threats.
no subject
Vexen remembered himself long enough to take notes, going so far as to sketch the symbol that had appeared on the subject's hand. He would have to research this, find if it had any meaning. He circled the subject once again, searching for any other changes the darkness had caused. "Stop that," he snapped as his victim snarled. "It was your own reaction that caused you pain."
no subject
"Stay away from me," he growled through gritted teeth, fists clenched tight enough that his nails drew blood. If looks could kill, Vexen would have been nothing but a greasy spot on the far wall.
Link did not notice the most telling of physical reactions, mostly because he could not in fact see it. His hands were beyond his range of sight. His vision was swimming; what had this person done to him? Poison? Or something worse...?