poly_chromatic | EIGHTH SUN -- welp I'm in jail; video

[Utsuho is beating the snot out of a mob of zombie guards as they drag her toward a prison cell door. The room is so hot that the air is rippling, and her eyes are burning red-orange like the demon she is. She thrashes and cracks a skull against the wall, splattering ichor over its surface and splintering bone. She's awfully strong for someone who just looks like an athletic young woman, not to mention she's spraying fire from her mouth so hot that it scorches into the walls. Her wings are beating around, flailing in the cramped hallway, shed feathers flying.

LET ME -- GO!

[She blasts one in the face with her cannon, melting its head off, but then there are three more to replace it. It's just all too much, and she can't get to her spell cards because one of the other guards has them in hand, and there are four of the monsters melting their hands off as they rip the big orange cannon right off. There's an arm under there, but it's a little softer and weaker-looking than the left arm, a result of her never really using it. She gets a big mask over her face, hiding the firebreathing and the nasty jaw that she apparently can use pretty well, and her arms are behind her back now. Too reckless and dangerous to be left with the other prisoners, she's taken to the back of the hall...

And thrown in solitary confinement. Clang goes the door.]

Augh! Get back here, you freaking-- ugh! I'll melt your faces off! I'll fry your bones into charcoal! I'll squash you into torch tips! WHERE DI YOU GO?

[She hurls herself about in the cell, but she's chained now, the zombie guards have secured her to the wall. She reaches the end of her leads and falls flat on her face. She can move around, but she's chained into the cell, just in case the guards need to come in and deal with her. Her cannon is what she uses to make coherent suns...but they've taken that and sealed up her magic with these manacles, which are emitting a sickly dark glow. All she can do is flick a few flames off her body. Her strength is still there, but it's restrained with these heavy-duty chains and the mask. She can't turn into a bird with these; they'll still lock her down, and the mask will damage her face if it turns into a beak. She takes a long time to breathe, her chest heaving under the red eye.]

...Guys? Anyone? Rory? Nobori? What the hell is going on?!

I've got to get out of here...

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The imprisonment is tied to the 'cruise' you and others took.

[Her eyes are inhuman glows, her muffled voice snarling into the camera.]

I didn't take a cruise! I didn't do anything!

Edited 2013-04-28 23:52 (UTC)

You weren't on that ship?

No, what's this about a ship?

Some fell for a City trick of taking said ship to leave this world. Once aboard, it supposedly turned into a bad Agatha Christie mystery.

Those former passengers are now being punished for whatever happened at sea.

...I don't know who Agatha Christie is, but I didn't do anything, and I think they dragged me in with other people without thinking about it.

I'll sit and think about birds. That's what Rory says to do, to pass the time. I guess I can try to sleep, too.

The walls are blank. It's kind of creepy. They look sort of...empty, is really the only way I can describe it. Like there is supposed to be something there, but I can't see it.

Rory?

Wrongful imprisonment. Unfortunately, I don't know who the case could be pleaded to as there's no actual warden, law, and or legal system here. The Police Force is nothing more than a gloried neighborhood watch.

Sorry, kid. I think you're on your own for this one.

Ever heard of the Bird Man of Alcatraz?

Thanks, Rory. [Her voice is positively dripping with sarcasm and fury.]

What's an Alcatraz?

Edited 2013-04-28 23:56 (UTC)

Hey, it's not like I can get to you way out there. And, look, you've seen the guards already. I don't really want to tangle with them. You're stronger than me and look where it got you.

It's a famous prison. From back where I come from.

Yeah yeah okay. I get it. Fine.

...So who's the Bird Man?

Just put your time in, kid, and you'll get out all right.

Just a prisoner. He kept birds. Maybe they kept him. I don't know. Anyway, he wasn't supposed to keep birds--it's a prison, right? But he did anyway and maybe it kept him hanging on through solitary confinement. But I'm just guessing. I never met the man.

At least I can think about birds. Sure. But there's not a window in here so I can't actually keep any around.

...I guess they did leave this thing with me. Kind of stupid guards. Strong, though. And there's a lot of them.

See? That's why they left you your Network thing: they know they're strong and that they outnumber you. They figure any escape attempt--or rescue attempt for that matter--is a lost cause.

...Nnh.

How long do I have to stay in here?

Edited 2013-04-29 01:05 (UTC)

Long as they say you do, probably. You fought the law and the law won.

Don't feel bad. I'll come visit you.

Edited 2013-04-30 14:48 (UTC)

Yeah, yeah.

Thanks.

[ooc: now I wonder what she's getting herself into by being friends with this dude XD ]

Sure thing, kiddo.

[ooc: You have nooooo idea~ :3c]

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