All the Trauma

[generalflirt]

Who: Everyone is currently Mallynapped
What: Interacting between being experimented on (in the cells)
When: Well I'll be doing it during Masaomi's kidnapping time (The fifth) onwards, but basically any point in the last week or so and over the weekend
Where: In the detention center for kidnapped peoples.
Summary: Interacting in the same cell, in neighboring cells, etc. Feel free to be creative.
Rating: Probably high due to horrors

Dingy Cells. Experiments. Comrades in pain. Possibly shackles, possibly shenanigans, a lot of negative things. Feel free to interact for it!

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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...WELP.

Always meeting you under the best of circumstances, Law.]

I'm impressed they thought they needed more than the seastone.

[deathsdoctor]

[He's too drugged and tired to be witty, sarcastic, or anything more than a strange mix of subdued and resigned at the moment. Instead, he's going to just lie here and bleed.]

Nnnn...

They didn't want to take any more chances. Too many people screwed up today.

[He is also plenty dangerous even under this level of seastone... enough to sap his abilities, not enough to completely immobilize him. And it's a pointed reminder of how helpless he is to do anything, beyond the cells and the drugs and the seastone. Made even more helpless than most of the inmates here.

The Malnosso thought that concept needed reinforcing. Psychological warfare.

His wings twitch (it's probably the first time Nami's ever seen them).

The fact that they needed to do all that proves he has more power than they suspect.

The guard flipping out confirms it.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[There's nothing Nami can do for all that chain, and nothing she would do if she could; there's no point when they'll just beat him more for it later. Instead, she tracks the blood trickling down his face and then shifts away from the wall, ripping some fabric from the very end of her dress. It'll get into his eyes in another second or two.]

Screwed up how?

1/3

[deathsdoctor]

[The beatings will continue until morale improves. It doesn't matter either way.]

They sent defective droids or the wrong kind or something initially to my apartment. Guess they didn't realize that at the time. Something had to have gone majorly wrong somewhere. There was a lot of heated arguing when I was brought in. But long story short...

[deathsdoctor]

I destroyed their toys when they showed up.

[They are not invincible. They are not infallible.

- 'There's more,' he drags himself up and mouths to her, 'but when we're out.' -

And they got a rude wake up call.]

Done

[deathsdoctor]

[Sighing]

They sent more an hour later. A lot more. They were more than ready for myself and those that were with me. There was a battle and they took me then.



But the very fact it happened in the first place has them incensed.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Nami's quiet while she considers that. While it's not impossible to take out droids when one's being kidnapped, she's not heard of an entire squad going down. 'Defective', eh. She should hope for that kind of thing more often.

Only Law is this messed up as a result, now. But she can't deny that beating them must been damn satisfying.]

Not surprised. They're not exactly the most gracious of hosts. [She holds up the small wad of white cloth where he can see it; Nami won't touch him without permission.]

[deathsdoctor]

[He dips his head in acquiescence; go ahead.]

Please.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Let's just mop up that blood there so you can at least still see out of both eyes.]

...

How's your crew? [She's assuming that's who was with him.]

[deathsdoctor]

... Bepo's in the Battle Dome clinic... but he will be alright. He's strong.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

That's good to know.

[Pity filial magic doesn't work in here. She could do a bit better than this. But she'll soak the blood up until it's no longer an issue, before settling back against the wall. One is not sure what to say to rival pirate captains, after all. Especially when you've spent most of your quality time with him as a child.]

[deathsdoctor]

[He just nods and lets her soak the blood up. She doesn't have to do this and he's grateful. Could have worse cell mates. Plenty of people would have been willing to pick up where the guards left off and kick the shit out of a helpless guy to work off some of their frustrations.]

Thank you.

[He settles back against the other wall and closes his eyes. Tries to ignore the collar. It's maddening. It's too tight and he wants it offoffOFF.

But the emotions do not rise. Drugs. Well designed, he muses. Dampers aggression. Keeps the prisoners docile and perhaps makes them more compliant. Which makes it more maddening. There is no distractions, and no stimulation, and it's just him, his thoughts, and the awkward silence between him and his cellmate.

He won't let any of it show, though.



... and there are footsteps walking past. A pause in front of their cell. Someone whimpering. And then they start up again.

That old familiar tune... but he got out then. He will eventually here.]