1rst illusion || Rokudo Mukuro || [video/in person]

[pickldpineapple]

[There's the sound of something heavy and wet landing on the floor with a loud 'shlop' sound. It's dark at first, but then there's some shifting and the blackberry falls onto the floor, the camera picking up a wet figure on the ground. The figure is bound up in chains, stuck with wires and tubes and other fastenings. There's a tube over his right

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[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee only hears the thud of the ground before his PCD goes off, the sounds matching up from the video and what he can hear from the door.

He raises his eyebrow and takes a peek in, staring down at the bound young man in chain and getup. Two things:

1. This guy's in there for a good reason and shouldn't be touched.
2. This guy's in there for a good reason and shouldn't be touched but may just be grateful for being helped out.

Alternately, Kimblee would have to blow him up. Either way first thing's first, he steps his way in there and claps his hands together.]]

Hold still, I won't hurt you.

[[Then presses his hands to the chains, controlling the explosion to shatter each link off one another and fall to the floor along with the wrist and anklets and other restraints.]]

[pickldpineapple]

[Mukuro could barely make out what the man was saying... but it was... sound... something he had not heard with his own ears in so long...

Then the chains fall. He spasmodically twitches, once more trying to get a grasp on how to work his body. He clumsily swings a had up to his face touching the mask that covered his nose and mouth. Texture. It was hard to keep the smile from his lips as he ripped the thing off, coughing up some liquid as it tossed it aside.

Flailing once more he pulls the tube from his right eye and snapping it open. He could not feel Chrome anywhere, as unsettling as that was, he didn't need to remain in the path of possession. There's a little flick and the kanji in his eye flicks from the numeral 6 to 1. The path of illusion, just to be safe. He rolls onto his back and looks up at the stranger, coughing a few more times and squinting with his one open eye. The world seemed so bright to his eyes that had been in the dark for so long...]

[ofuckitskimblee]

[[Kimblee lets the young man begin to come back to himself, he wont further touch him. He knows what it's like to finally be out of your bindings and just how the rest of the world seems -at first- like your enemy. He leaves his gloves out of the equation, he doesn't want to draw attention to his hands right away.

Under the careful supervision of the psychopathic savior, he watches while the boy pulls more things from his body.]]

Calm yourself down, you'll choke and I can't fix that.

[[He moves slowly, both shielding any incoming light and to move his hands to the tube. His hands are sturdy and he pulls it from the poor thing's throat, making sure to do it all in one movement. He's not so concerned with what the eye looking at him looks like is as much as he is about getting random bits of tape off.]]

You're alright now. Just relax.

[pickldpineapple]

[Mukuro coughs and chokes as the tube is pulled out, and he coughs up more water. With the tape removed he is able to open his blue eye. He gracelessly yanks the remaining tubes from his arms, and lays there in silence for a bit, catching his breath. The air felt cold... and he was cold. He could feel the floor underneath him, the uncomfortable bits of chains digging into his back. The room was dim, but to his eyes it was bright enough to give him a headache.

It was marvelous.]

Kufu... kufufufu Kufuhuhu..hahaha HAHAHAHA!

[He could no longer restrain himself. He was out of Vendicare! He had somehow manages to escape once again! Oh this was rich! Marvelous even! But ah, perhaps he was over exerting himself. Right in the middle of his laughing fit he has to pause to cough, his throat still sore and scratchy from the tubes. His gleeful fit subsides and he looks over to the man

[ofuckitskimblee]

[Again under the older man's guidance he keeps close watch while this young stranger finally comes to his senses and realizes he's free. Yep. That's the same kind of laugh that he shared once he was free too-- at least, he laughed like that all the time though. But the real, true laugh when one's finally free of bindings holding back your every day life let alone your one true calling. He would have thought this young man insane for NOT laughing like that coming out of chains and tubes from wherever the hell he is from.

Crazy or not, at least that much (being restrained and isolated for the most part) Kimblee could relate to. He waits for the man to relax himself, his face one of 'concern' that he's steeled over the years. He offers a friendly smile, taking off some chain-links here or there while he speaks.]

I wish I were, no one deserves to be in bindings like I found you, no one. My name is Zolf Kimblee, I happened to hear your struggle through that door there.

[He motions back at it then kneels properly and offers his hand for

[pickldpineapple]

[The teen noded, and goes about looking around the room. Very plain... very to his tastes... but the sudden burst of visual intake was dizzying. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to dispel the sudden vertigo. Upon re-opening them he finds the pleasant surprise of a hand being offered to him... he could move again. His heart began racing at the prospect of once more moving around with his own body. He raises his hand to take the strangers, missing a few times before he finally manages to grasp it, and works to pulls himself up. He manages sitting just fine but when it comes to getting to his feet, his knees buckle and tremble and he isn't able to lift himself far off the ground before his underused muscles give out and he falls over. He sits up, panting. He was rather drained after his fight with the Arcoblano, using his illusions as a means of temporarily granting his body movement was out of the question.]

It seems... my stay in captivity... has had more effect on me then I first thought...

[The brings a hand

[ofuckitskimblee]

[Kimblee's more than not, using this as a test to see if the whole thing was a charade. Normally a man won't accept help from another man if he's batshtiinsanegentleman like Kimblee is save for being let go. ...Then again this could be part of the ploy as well. Not that he cared, his hands anywhere near this guy and he feels confident.

The way that the stranger's hand stays on his face, even through that smile, he understands the delirious feeling of finally being free and unable to do anything still. It's heartbreaking nostalgia of someone as powerful and busy as he was to have been captured.

The smile stays nicely fit on his face, his hand comes back though and that's only because he has to re-adjust the way he's kneeling to move closer on said knees.]

No one belongs in captivity like you've been, for so long it seems. Come then, I'll help you at least to your bed.

[He's more than ever confident that this guy's either really useless or really powerful where he comes from. Going a little bit out of his way to secure at least an '

[pickldpineapple]

Ah, thank you. MY apologies it's been quite a while since I was able to move freely...

[Against his inner most desires, Mukuro allowed himself to be carried. It was humiliating... but Vendicare would pay. In his new world their would be no need for them, and he would take much pleasure in obliterating them

[ofuckitskimblee]

Nonsense, no apology needed.

[Just give him time to figure out why you're all locked up and in somewhere someone would have to break you out of for that matter and he'll be content for a few moments. Smile intact, he looks around at the room, eyes instantly taking in their surroundings with pinpoint precision then back to his current little conquest.

That, of course, misses the changing of the iris, but it does look off from the last time he took a look at this boy's face. He gives him a little bit of a look, but it's nothing that he doesn't brush away with a smile afterward.]

As far as I've managed to find out, you're in someone's story.

[He sits down on the bed at Mukuro's feet, knowing all too well how stiff muscles feel.]
Relax your leg. We're under control and direct attention of a woman only known as 'The Author'.
[His hands gently bend Mukuro's ankle, starting from there, just slow recuperation. Of course it's not going to be a magical cure, but it's something.]This is her manor and we do as she sees fit regardless if we

[pickldpineapple]

[A story? "The Author"? Well if that isn't the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard! Now as well put together as this man appeared, the boy couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't delusional in some sense. Though, it was rare indeed for one suffering such a delusion to be so well-kept and glued together. Perhaps it was some sort of code or euphemism?]

Pardon my rudeness but that sounds rather hard to believe, perhaps I just don't understand what you mean. I'm in a "story"? Under the control of "The Author"? Again I apologize but it all sounds rather ludicrous.

[Mukuro does as he's told in regards to his leg. Though it was difficult, after the sudden shock of forcing himself to his feet the muscles in his leg seemed to have seized up and cramped. Had he a bit more power, he would have easily been able to force his body to hold up better, but alas after Chrome's fight with the baby he was exhausted