That much, he knows. Yanked out of a pool with water spilling from his lungs and clinging to his bare skin, he felt much like a cornered animal brought back from the brink of death. Nothing to his name but the stitched soft silk embroidered with a star and the glasses they deem important enough to return to his face, his muscles almost ache with how tense they are as he lets himself get led around with confusion still the forefront of his mind. They speak of his exploits, even with no detail to be given, and he can't help but feel a sinking stone settle in his stomach and churn it with every step.
He has done things to be noted, certainly- just as much as he'd done things that should never be forgiven.
The room is...cozy, at least? He sits on the edge of one of the beds, staring down at his bare hands with a severe expression, idly folding them after a few moments of intense silence. The door opens with a creak of wood, and suddenly it occurs to him there's more than one bed in here- a realization that brings a sheepish look to his face as he quickly gets back on his feet. Getting caught like this by anyone is still a little embarrassing... ]
Ah, sorry...! I'm normally more observant, but it completely escaped me that we'd be getting roommates. [ Nonetheless, he does offer a soft smile, in an attempt to make a good impression. ] It's been a while since I've roomed with someone else, I've gotten a bit too used to my privacy...but at the very least, I hope we can get along.
≫ Knowledge is power.
[ The heavy smell of books and ink is somewhat nostalgic, albeit not as much as the stench of solutions and mixed chemicals. Still, knowledge is knowledge, and he'd be a fool to give up any opportunity to learn more about his situation. After all, he still has a job to do, and he very well can't continue his research for Cardia while he's stuck here on the whims of another.
There's a pile of tomes next to the man sitting at one of the tables, more of the history than the legends, although there are a few there regardless. With a soft sigh, the one in his hands is closed, added to the smaller pile beside him. While he does try to hide it, frustration does knit his brows, a solemn look lingering as he mutters to himself. ]
..As expected of a place like this, it's mostly painted in a good light...Monarchies aren't known for their explicit details of their failings...
[ Looking up again at the stacks makes him pause, as it becomes apparent there's somebody else there. Somebody who may or may not have heard his mild slander, which makes him quickly cough. ]
Ah...I don't suppose you heard that...?
≫ Cellular divison.
[ While knowledge is certainly always a help, the newfound bits he's found from both asking and looking around don't sit well with him. If they were all pulled from the same pool, frigid and far from home, then why are they down there and he's up here, treated like some kind of honored guest? It simply doesn't feel right, for more reasons than he can count.
All this talk of posing a great threat...then what separates them from him? There's a morbid curiosity, not to mention a sense of responsibility, which drags him down the stone steps, food filched from the dining area lining his pockets (which he hopes they don't mind). The smile he aims towards some of the guards is kind enough, but they still offer glances of suspicion, moving on patrols with their gazes on his back. Once they're far enough away, Victor turns to the nearest cell, frowning lightly. ]
They don't seem to trust me, but I expected as much. [ Stating the obvious, but he's trying. He lets his hand slip into his pocket after casting another glance to make sure he's not being watched, pulling out a soft bun he's squirreled away. ] I can't imagine they feed you quite enough down here, so here. It's not much...but it's the best I can do for now, and I can vouch for the taste.
≫ Wildcard.
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victor frankenstein | code realize
[ He definitely doesn't belong here.
That much, he knows. Yanked out of a pool with water spilling from his lungs and clinging to his bare skin, he felt much like a cornered animal brought back from the brink of death. Nothing to his name but the stitched soft silk embroidered with a star and the glasses they deem important enough to return to his face, his muscles almost ache with how tense they are as he lets himself get led around with confusion still the forefront of his mind. They speak of his exploits, even with no detail to be given, and he can't help but feel a sinking stone settle in his stomach and churn it with every step.
He has done things to be noted, certainly- just as much as he'd done things that should never be forgiven.
The room is...cozy, at least? He sits on the edge of one of the beds, staring down at his bare hands with a severe expression, idly folding them after a few moments of intense silence. The door opens with a creak of wood, and suddenly it occurs to him there's more than one bed in here- a realization that brings a sheepish look to his face as he quickly gets back on his feet. Getting caught like this by anyone is still a little embarrassing... ]
Ah, sorry...! I'm normally more observant, but it completely escaped me that we'd be getting roommates. [ Nonetheless, he does offer a soft smile, in an attempt to make a good impression. ] It's been a while since I've roomed with someone else, I've gotten a bit too used to my privacy...but at the very least, I hope we can get along.
≫ Knowledge is power.
[ The heavy smell of books and ink is somewhat nostalgic, albeit not as much as the stench of solutions and mixed chemicals. Still, knowledge is knowledge, and he'd be a fool to give up any opportunity to learn more about his situation. After all, he still has a job to do, and he very well can't continue his research for Cardia while he's stuck here on the whims of another.
There's a pile of tomes next to the man sitting at one of the tables, more of the history than the legends, although there are a few there regardless. With a soft sigh, the one in his hands is closed, added to the smaller pile beside him. While he does try to hide it, frustration does knit his brows, a solemn look lingering as he mutters to himself. ]
..As expected of a place like this, it's mostly painted in a good light...Monarchies aren't known for their explicit details of their failings...
[ Looking up again at the stacks makes him pause, as it becomes apparent there's somebody else there. Somebody who may or may not have heard his mild slander, which makes him quickly cough. ]
Ah...I don't suppose you heard that...?
≫ Cellular divison.
[ While knowledge is certainly always a help, the newfound bits he's found from both asking and looking around don't sit well with him. If they were all pulled from the same pool, frigid and far from home, then why are they down there and he's up here, treated like some kind of honored guest? It simply doesn't feel right, for more reasons than he can count.
All this talk of posing a great threat...then what separates them from him? There's a morbid curiosity, not to mention a sense of responsibility, which drags him down the stone steps, food filched from the dining area lining his pockets (which he hopes they don't mind). The smile he aims towards some of the guards is kind enough, but they still offer glances of suspicion, moving on patrols with their gazes on his back. Once they're far enough away, Victor turns to the nearest cell, frowning lightly. ]
They don't seem to trust me, but I expected as much. [ Stating the obvious, but he's trying. He lets his hand slip into his pocket after casting another glance to make sure he's not being watched, pulling out a soft bun he's squirreled away. ] I can't imagine they feed you quite enough down here, so here. It's not much...but it's the best I can do for now, and I can vouch for the taste.
≫ Wildcard.
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