十四
[Well. That was rather painful. And yet even through the almost blinding pain in his arm, he can't help but see the horrible irony in this - his guess for the answer to the riddle was 'pain', after all. Sort of surprisingly, though his face is screwed up in a manner that clearly indicates how much pain he's in, he's not making any sound except for the occasional wince. No whimpering, no screaming, nothing.
Manjoume makes his way back to his room, leaning on his staff - now just a thick wooden stick once again, but he's keeping it anyway - for support with his right arm while his left - zapped with electricity, badly burned, and in serious pain - hangs uselessly to his side. Thankfully, his barcode was on his non-dominant hand, so... yeah.
When he gets there, however, the door won't budge. Even as he pulls his battered and hurting arm up to the reader, it won't budge. He hits it with his right hand, with his stick, and then even, when they don't work, with his head once. But it still won't budge.
So he'll just be standing there for a few minutes, in pain, forehead against door, as he attempts to figure out what to do next. He says exactly one word, but it comes out in a whisper that's wavering despite his attempts to hold back any vocal signs of pain.]
...shit...
Manjoume makes his way back to his room, leaning on his staff - now just a thick wooden stick once again, but he's keeping it anyway - for support with his right arm while his left - zapped with electricity, badly burned, and in serious pain - hangs uselessly to his side. Thankfully, his barcode was on his non-dominant hand, so... yeah.
When he gets there, however, the door won't budge. Even as he pulls his battered and hurting arm up to the reader, it won't budge. He hits it with his right hand, with his stick, and then even, when they don't work, with his head once. But it still won't budge.
So he'll just be standing there for a few minutes, in pain, forehead against door, as he attempts to figure out what to do next. He says exactly one word, but it comes out in a whisper that's wavering despite his attempts to hold back any vocal signs of pain.]
...shit...