-Wanders back towards Midgard Apartments, battered and bruised and exhausted, fine lines running across his torso from struggling against the straps of the experiment table, both bruised, bleeding and red from rub-burning.=

...

I need some sake...

[[Sorry this is a little late, had school issues in the morning.]]

*A bright light finally shines right into strained optical nerves as the final straps are put into place. A severely beaten down Auron is on that table of doom. Guards are posted outside of the room that only has one spot light and finally two men robed in surgical gowns and ( Read more... )

*The intercom hisses on and for a full three minutes, there's nothing on the air. Finally, a voice comes online, not directed into the mic at first.*

--Fools... You're supposed to get me before you turn the thing ( Read more... )

-Looks out over the desolate city, his one good eye hindered by a forming bruise just underneath it and spreading over his cheek. He started in direction for the apartments, cloth items under one arm while the other held his cracked sword over his shoulder ( Read more... )