O Rose, thou art sick! [Closed]
Character(s): Kadaj
Content: He wakes up and... stuff. I swear it's more interesting than it sounds. Really.
Setting: The "boiler room" of the "Savage Garden."
Time: Wednesday... afternoon?
Warnings: Plant abuse.
As a general rule, Kadaj didn’t sleep. The fact that it was happening at all should have been enough to set off alarm bells in his head, but his mind was far too sluggish for that to have any real effect. Instead, all he was really capable of doing was wincing slightly as he came into awareness, making a muffled sound of protest at his body’s cramped position. He slowly dragged his eyes open, shutting them almost immediately as what little light there was seemed to stab at his far too sensitive pupils. With great effort, he moved into a sitting position, rubbing slightly at them and stifling a small yawn.
Wait. Where were his gloves?
Kadaj’s eyes snapped open and he stared down at his bare hand and equally bare chest. What the-? Where was his jacket?! More importantly… he reached out, lightly running his hand over the bars of the cage before grabbing one in a clenched fist. Why was he in a cage?
Axel.
With a snarl, he pulled himself off of the floor of it, ignoring the way his head swam as the rest of the cave came into focus. Mostly. Ugh, whatever Axel had used to knock him out was making him feel like shit, and he had to pause briefly, resting his head against the bars of the cage for a moment, before looking around. Cave. Lots of cave. Plants… real plants? He frowned slightly, staring at them. He hadn’t seen a single one since coming to Paixao, and their absence hadn’t particularly bothered him all that much. Now, though… those damn flowers. He glared at them as though blaming them for his current predicament, and he shook his head slightly to try and focus.
As he did, something very interesting happened.
One of those flowers-those horrible, bright, annoyingly cheerful flowers-fell from his hair. He stared at it a moment, uncomprehending, before pulling away from it with a slight hiss. He stomped on it, glad that he at least had his boots on still so he wouldn’t have to touch it, before sweeping it out of the cage with his foot and watching it fall to the floor.
Disgusting things, flowers. You never could quite be sure when they were dead.
He wrinkled his nose slightly, catching the flower’s scent. It would probably soon fade under the more persistent stench of sulfur, but… for now it would linger and bother him. Greeaaat. Like he didn’t have enough problems.
With another baleful look around the cavern, he eased into a more comfortable sitting position in his cage, leaning against the bars with a small sigh. He had to think of a way out. Then he would be able to find Mother and the others.
Hopefully they were looking for him too. His head drooped slightly and he curled up into an almost fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest. They wanted to find him too… right?
Content: He wakes up and... stuff. I swear it's more interesting than it sounds. Really.
Setting: The "boiler room" of the "Savage Garden."
Time: Wednesday... afternoon?
Warnings: Plant abuse.
As a general rule, Kadaj didn’t sleep. The fact that it was happening at all should have been enough to set off alarm bells in his head, but his mind was far too sluggish for that to have any real effect. Instead, all he was really capable of doing was wincing slightly as he came into awareness, making a muffled sound of protest at his body’s cramped position. He slowly dragged his eyes open, shutting them almost immediately as what little light there was seemed to stab at his far too sensitive pupils. With great effort, he moved into a sitting position, rubbing slightly at them and stifling a small yawn.
Wait. Where were his gloves?
Kadaj’s eyes snapped open and he stared down at his bare hand and equally bare chest. What the-? Where was his jacket?! More importantly… he reached out, lightly running his hand over the bars of the cage before grabbing one in a clenched fist. Why was he in a cage?
Axel.
With a snarl, he pulled himself off of the floor of it, ignoring the way his head swam as the rest of the cave came into focus. Mostly. Ugh, whatever Axel had used to knock him out was making him feel like shit, and he had to pause briefly, resting his head against the bars of the cage for a moment, before looking around. Cave. Lots of cave. Plants… real plants? He frowned slightly, staring at them. He hadn’t seen a single one since coming to Paixao, and their absence hadn’t particularly bothered him all that much. Now, though… those damn flowers. He glared at them as though blaming them for his current predicament, and he shook his head slightly to try and focus.
As he did, something very interesting happened.
One of those flowers-those horrible, bright, annoyingly cheerful flowers-fell from his hair. He stared at it a moment, uncomprehending, before pulling away from it with a slight hiss. He stomped on it, glad that he at least had his boots on still so he wouldn’t have to touch it, before sweeping it out of the cage with his foot and watching it fall to the floor.
Disgusting things, flowers. You never could quite be sure when they were dead.
He wrinkled his nose slightly, catching the flower’s scent. It would probably soon fade under the more persistent stench of sulfur, but… for now it would linger and bother him. Greeaaat. Like he didn’t have enough problems.
With another baleful look around the cavern, he eased into a more comfortable sitting position in his cage, leaning against the bars with a small sigh. He had to think of a way out. Then he would be able to find Mother and the others.
Hopefully they were looking for him too. His head drooped slightly and he curled up into an almost fetal position, hugging his knees to his chest. They wanted to find him too… right?