The Prodigals Return...
((This is open to everyone currently in the maze. Feel free to react as you see fit. Warning: rather pungent language ahead.))
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Nagi hit the ground hard and awkwardly, caught in mid-flail. Reflexively he let his knees buckle under the fall, slapping one hand to the ground as he tried to absorb some of the impact. Blinking, he looked around, automatically noticing Schuldig to one side--
--and realized he was back in the maze. Dirty, bruised and weary to the bone, minus decent clothing or anything resembling tools or food--and he was back in the God-damned-fucking MAZE.
"GODDAMMIT!!" Staying where he was, Nagi slammed both fists into the platform material in frustration, pounding at it as he cursed fit to peel paint in Japanese--and when he ran out of those, switched to Cantonese. "Mother-fucking sons of pigs! I hope they choke on their own shit and go to hell!! Fucking bloody cocksuckers!!" He was TIRED of being yanked around like this, helpless to some sadistic bastard's whim!
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Nagi hit the ground hard and awkwardly, caught in mid-flail. Reflexively he let his knees buckle under the fall, slapping one hand to the ground as he tried to absorb some of the impact. Blinking, he looked around, automatically noticing Schuldig to one side--
--and realized he was back in the maze. Dirty, bruised and weary to the bone, minus decent clothing or anything resembling tools or food--and he was back in the God-damned-fucking MAZE.
"GODDAMMIT!!" Staying where he was, Nagi slammed both fists into the platform material in frustration, pounding at it as he cursed fit to peel paint in Japanese--and when he ran out of those, switched to Cantonese. "Mother-fucking sons of pigs! I hope they choke on their own shit and go to hell!! Fucking bloody cocksuckers!!" He was TIRED of being yanked around like this, helpless to some sadistic bastard's whim!