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RP: YSS Kaiyō Post-Mission 21: Ebumna N'gha

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RP Date
YE 42
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Saya, Aiko, and William had been shipped around this part of the galaxy for the better half of the three days between their capture at the trial pools and the point in which the heavy sedatives were allowed to wear off on Aiko and William. Saya's “care-taker” femtomachines within her womb had corrected any detrimental affects that the sleeping agents had on her, but it also meant that her own "caretakers" had needed to change her dosage enough to scan her and find her unborn child. She had been awake long enough to see that what they were in were two cells of a likely larger cell block. William was see able in his own cell through one of these large grates while Ketsurui Aiko was within her own cell, though still unconscious. Grates on both ends of the cell allowed waste and foggy water to wash through the area, along with noises of those contained in different cells. The fleeting, bestial screams were just as terror-inducing as the unremitting sobs, ever-present as they were. The walls and ceiling were one contiguous curve that looked like plaster or clay but wouldn't flake or give to scratches or brute force. A foot from the floor there were two protrusions on either side of the cell long enough and wide enough to be beds.


There was little else, save for the company of Willaim and Aiko, who were both rousing.
 

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After the several days of captivity, William finally began to stur. His first sensation was pain all over his body after his fight with the troll like things in the trial pool. He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut. Next thing to come to him were the noises of the other inmates. The beastial screams and desperate sobs clued him into his current predicament. Next he cracked a cybernetic eye, which automatically adjusted the light levels as to not blind the waking ID-SOL.

He first looked around his own surrounding, taking in his cell. "No... no no no..." He murmured, dread seeping into his heart. Looking out the cell he saw Aiko. His thoughts raced as he scanned her, until he saw her chest rising and falling. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and tried to rise. However when he went to stand he fell forward, his body still getting rid of the drugs in his system. He pulled himself to the grate and looked around the hall between the two friends before softly calling out. "Aiko... Aiko. Are you okay?" He said, his voice barely a whisper. His throat felt like sandpaper as he spoke, and he coughed hard.

William's thought turned to Saya, as well as the unborn child. "Saya... are you there?" He said a little louder this time. His voice starting to get back to normal.

He grabbed his bars and began pulling on them with all his strength. "Gods damn it!" He said punching the bars in anger, focusing on the throbbing in his hand to ground himself.
 
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Dreams may have filled Aiko's mind in the hours and days that passed since the party was captured, but now there was only darkness. She was aware of it, though, and could hear some sort of commotion that her brain couldn't quite make sense of. And then she wondered why her body felt so heavy and hurt so much everywhere, and soon thereafter began to remember the trial pools. Sure to herself now that one of the Kuvexian monstrosities had knocked her out cold, Aiko's breathing quickened as images of the fight flooded back.

The terrible gurgling of her fellow prisoners grew louder in the background, too, and made her skin crawl as their murmur resolved with more distinction, mismatched to the continued battle she expected. To make matters worse she couldn't feel the familiar grip of her NSP anymore, and being disarmed may as well mean their defeat! William's voice saying her name pierced over all the noise, quieter but much closer than the other sounds; he still was alive and she had to keep fighting. So the Yamataian princess took a deep breath in the dark and bellowed a warcry she fully expected even the oligarchs perched atop Spire Arushen to hear.

Aiko's grimy and bare form did inspire an eerie, pitiable fear for whoever could hear her shout, which was just as loud and commanding as she expected it to be despite the convulsive reality of her body. Her eyes shot open only after she couldn't hear her own voice. She screamed her fury again — and could hear it this time — and tumbled backward from the ground onto the balls of her feet, sliding up against the wall behind her.

For a fleeting moment the ghosts of Spire Arushen still haunted her vision, all staring awe-struck at the Nekovalkyrja warrior poised before them. But they were just part of a flat, blinding white that overtook the darkness from before and fizzled away so that the hell pit that imprisoned them could impose its truth:

Ketsurui Aiko was just another screaming captive in this contemptible place.

She fell to her knees in the muck while her consciousness took everything in, trying to reconcile the last thing she remembered with the indignity of her circumstances now, and then back onto her butt. Aiko thought the luminosity of her skin seemed tarnished beyond rejuvination when she looked down and saw herself, its usual warmth now flat and grey under the dirty streaks and odd oily hand prints her captors had left. She couldn't wipe any of it off, nor get away from the damp film and minuscule bits of detritus that made every surface in the cell dirty, so stopped trying and projected a Type 22 with grey panels and no insignia over her sullied flesh.

Aiko's voice had cracked and let out a few realizations ago, as much from her fatigue as because she realized how ridiculous and impossible the situation now was. Head between her knees and arms locked together around her legs, the princess took refuge in the darkness behind her eyelids again.

"Are you alive, Wil-san?" she asked hoarsely from underneath her oddly regal drape of stringy and matted black hair (it must have been the single bruised kikyo blossom hanging from her right temple). The princess didn't feel very alive herself, but remembered his words had helped wake her up to this nightmare mere seconds before and felt it the most important thing to ascertain. "Was your voice real just then?"
 

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William looked over Aiko's form, his heart breaking as she screamed and curled into a ball. She was able to project some clothing over her naked form, which did bring him some comfort. Unlike to Neko, the ID-SOL could not do the same. William looked down at his own body and he was covered from head to toe in dirt and grime mixed with a bit of blood. He tasted copper in his mouth, and spat a glob of congealed blood onto the floor of his cell.

He scooted up to the bar so Aiko could see him. "It's me Aiko. I'm right here." His had reached out of the bar and reached out towards her. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and comfort her. Unfortunately two sets of bars separated the friends from each other. "Please look at me..." He asked softly, his hand falling to the floor. "I'm so sorry... I should have seen something like this coming. I was supposed to protect you and I failed..."

His head pressed against the bars of the cell and he cursed again and again in his mind. His teeth clenched in anger. Using his mindware he tried to reach out to anyone in range, even though he knew it was useless. Taking several deep breaths of the acrid air, he forced himself to sit back onto the floor and try to calm himself. Losing control here wouldn't help their situation.
 
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"No, that wasn't your duty," Aiko said back, one crimson eye peeking out from behind her bangs toward William. "We are not operatives. Unprepared for the task. The Kuvexians simply bested us." Her voice was weak and somber, sounding as tired as she still felt. Every part of her was still weighed down by the waning sedative, though her Nekovalkyrja nanomachines were making quick work of that. She imagined them chewing out the chemical gunk from between her cells and the thought lifted her spirits for a moment that definitely passed too quickly.

"It's good that you made it," the Neko girl added. She dropped her palms to the floor and pushed up to her feet. Fat droplets of whatever wet gunk she'd sat in fell down and spattered loudly against the floor when she stood, the rest running invisibly down the backs of her legs underneath the volumetric bodysuit. "It will make our escape all the more daring. I'm glad that you're here with me in this cursed placed, for what little that is worth."

William could only see Aiko's face for the few steps it took her to come settle near the bars that separated them. She plopped down again on one of the bench-like protrusions that lined the cells, face between her knees as before, and as near to the fence as she could.

"What of Fujiwara?" she asked grimly, feeling yet grimmer when her thoughts drifted to their sensei. "And Rei-san?" the princess trailed off. "But she would have already greeted me."

Aiko frowned so deeply beneath her frayed mane that her whole face trembled. She had nothing more to say right now.
 
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