[THREAD] and then just MURDERED him

[striginae]

Who: Genkaku, Nagi, Rokuro; also open to Johan, Alucard, Nataku
Where: The Liebert Mansion
When: January 6, 2 AM
Summary: Genkaku sent Nagi an 'invitation', and it's been accepted.
Rating: R

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[striginae]

Strange, how everything seemed so muted, dulled -- words coming past a wall of plaster, images starting to fade and blur. Nagi was vaguely aware -- past the pulsing waves of pain that resonated through his nervers -- of the way the ribbon coiled beneath his limbs. Not a violent gesture. And the way this boy spoke, too -- naive. (But it was growing harder and harder to process these thoughts. Blood loss, he thought. And shock, probably. It wouldn't be long before he lost consciousness, at this rate, no matter how hard he tried.)

Head falling weakly to the side, he listened closely, focusing intensely on each word -- it took him that effort to understand what was going on, and even more to force rasping breath into spoken words -- halting and stuttered even with his synthetic voice. "-- the senator -- how have you kept this -- from him?" A hard swallow, and Nagi forced back the twinge of anemia-induced nausea that curled thick and bitter at the back of his throat.

"You can't -- continue this." Another struggle against the ribbon holding him, but progressively weaker, barely substantial now. "Let me go."

[hypermonk]

Why the fuck was it so hard for Nataku to understand? Jeez, what a goddamn pain. It was starting to piss the monk off and he turned back to Nataku with frustration marking his features, though he let out a somewhat playfully mocking laughter and exhaled the toxic smoke.

"Listen bro'" He murmured half-assed, "Alright...listen to me." Genkaku started to talk slowly now as though Nataku was a student and Genkaku was a teacher for the class of special retards. "You take him, alright?" A gesture directed to Nagi. "Take him to the damn room where I fucked around with his girlfriend. Come back." Each word drawn out over a raspy voice. "Grab this shithead--" He pointed the occupied hand to Rokuro, "Take him to a spare room or some shit."

The monk ran a hand through his hair and then walked up to Nataku, a half-grin turned his lips upwards and he gave Nataku a rough pat on the head. "Yeah, don’t listen to what he says." A headtilt to Nagi. "So...go on bro, it isn’t a hard thing to do."

[soulparadox]

With each gesture that Genkaku made, Nataku followed it with his eyes -- nodding shortly after each order. Though, he was not sure if the monk saw each note of compliance. Still, he could have probably done without the pat on the head. It had made him flinch, more so what he considered the sudden movement into his personal space than anything else. Regardless, these orders were a lot easier to follow through with. Already, the ribbon was wrapping tighter around Owl. It was not meant to hurt the man, since it seemed like he had enough injures to deal with, but to create proper support for him as Nataku hurried to the area ordered to him.

It was not that long of a trek, though, he had to be a little careful as to not jostle the injured person too much before they arrived. Such an odd room, but he had other orders and could not dally long in wondering about it. Still, he thought that he should say something of encouragement to Owl as it appeared that he was having a difficult time with his injuries -- unlike his little sister. "It would be best not to die. Genkaku would be unable to play with you if you do so. Do not be a sore loser, if you please."

Having said that, he quickly returned to Genkaku's side to pick up 'this shithead.' This person appeared to be lighter than Owl and so it was not so much trouble for Nataku to pick him up. The only trouble came when the head injury stained his shoulder, but he most likely would not be allowed to complain about that. As before, he looked for any room to put this individual in -- as he doubted that the monk meant to actually throw the person into the latrine.

Upon finding a suitable room, he set the injured party onto the bed. Like before with Nagi, he fretted about leaving him like this. Tearing off a small portion of his ribbon, he wrapped it around the other's head in a haphazard manner. "If you are here, Papa will not trip over you. Stay here until you are no longer a burden, please."

Finally finished with his orders, he returned once more to Genkaku to alert him of their completion. Halting in front of the monk, he remembered the salute that Schrodinger had taught him and properly saluted. "Heil." A pause before he returned to his original stance. "It has been finished. Is there anything else that you need me to do so that Johan is happy?" Yes, he considered this all related to the Senator's happiness somehow, because that is what a bodyguard was supposed to do, correct? Make life easier for him?