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How long had he been laying there? Soubi could only guess at the passing of time since he had no other means to confirm the minutes and hours. He had landed on his side at least rather than face-down when he'd forcefully rejected the metal implant that had controlled him so closely for the last year, a small favor he supposed. The Sentouki had known quite well that removing the device would not be a clean and easy task, and that the possibility of permanent damage or death was high. As it was, he could barely manage to open his eyes now and then to make sure the pool of blood under him wasn't still spreading before closing them again until the pounding in his head eased.
He was free.
Soubi wouldn't voice that just yet though, not until he could make sure he was actually beyond the dismally gray walls of that experimental prison and not just in yet another simulated 'event' that would end when a certain being grew bored. At the moment he was almost completely defenseless, but Soubi hoped that soon the repairs would be completed enough to move. To explore.
To find Ritsuka.
One hand shifted with a grunt of effort to lightly touch the spiderweb-thin thread that connected him to his young master. Soon, he promised before falling back into a mostly unaware state of consciousness.
((ooc: Slightly-but-not-quite AU Soubi! He's been locked away in a pocket-dimension prison with an implant restricting his abilities and actions for quite some time, and just managed to gather enough power to 'remove' it in a nicely self-destructive manner. Have fun dealing with him, especially when he realizes he isn't in prison anymore!))
He was free.
Soubi wouldn't voice that just yet though, not until he could make sure he was actually beyond the dismally gray walls of that experimental prison and not just in yet another simulated 'event' that would end when a certain being grew bored. At the moment he was almost completely defenseless, but Soubi hoped that soon the repairs would be completed enough to move. To explore.
To find Ritsuka.
One hand shifted with a grunt of effort to lightly touch the spiderweb-thin thread that connected him to his young master. Soon, he promised before falling back into a mostly unaware state of consciousness.
((ooc: Slightly-but-not-quite AU Soubi! He's been locked away in a pocket-dimension prison with an implant restricting his abilities and actions for quite some time, and just managed to gather enough power to 'remove' it in a nicely self-destructive manner. Have fun dealing with him, especially when he realizes he isn't in prison anymore!))