[It shouldn't have surprised anyone when Kotomine Kirei appeared. It had been too obvious when Kiritsugu came home, perhaps, or his information network was just too good. Either way, when he arrived the best they could do was to take shelter in the hidden cargo bay of the ship, thankfully empty after a successful smuggling run. But of course they couldn't hide forever. Kirei wasn't stupid -- he'd figure out the location of the door and the catch in no time.
So Diarmuid had reminded them of his combat skill, and with a reassuring smile had volunteered to protect the rest. And why not? Who in the world could possibly hope to come up against that bloody legend and live, let alone win? It was just a matter of staying quiet, listening to the sounds of battle and waiting for the all clear.
But it never came. After some time the crashes and sounds of metal from two rooms away stopped, leaving a suspicious silence. The stillness hung for a good minute, then all at once was shattered by a blood-curdling scream, full of anger and fear and pain. The screaming continued from that point -- up until the combined heroism of the room couldn't stand it any further and they had to give up their hiding places.
Fortunately, the lot of them had managed to run Kirei off for the time being (mostly thanks to Kiritsugu staying out of the way with a sniper rifle). Unfortunately, by the time they even entered the room D had been thoroughly beaten up and pinned to the floor with knives through his shoulder and forearms, one side of his face, neck, & collar decorated in cuts & burns. Kirei had gotten creative with a knife left in the fire, leaving a pattern of thorny vines that could have been pretty if they weren't angry red wounds -- and if they hadn't been put there in an effort to draw everyone else out with the sounds of torture.
Worse than the physical damage though was the mental state he'd been pushed into. Even when released from the pin, he'd been all feral snarls and violence, trying to lunge at Kirei even with heavy bloodloss, broken ribs and a mangled leg. Once Kirei was gone, he'd stayed hysterically angry and hurt, lost in hallucinations and lashing out at anyone and anything that came close. It took a collective effort to hold him and dose him with a sedative, and only tying him to his bed kept him from hurting himself or someone else when he woke. He'd been thoroughly knocked out of the place of emotional stability he'd found, and the fever that came with healing from that much damage didn't help. Eventually it was necessary to just keep him in a drugged stupor.
But now it's been three weeks. The injuries are healing well and the fever has broken, and it's time to let him wake up and hope it's their friend that comes to and not a monster.
The first signs are good. His eyes flutter open, half-focused, and after a moment he gasps and tries to sit up. When it hurts too much he flops back, but instead of getting aggressive he just winces, tosses an arm over his face, and whines.]
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So Diarmuid had reminded them of his combat skill, and with a reassuring smile had volunteered to protect the rest. And why not? Who in the world could possibly hope to come up against that bloody legend and live, let alone win? It was just a matter of staying quiet, listening to the sounds of battle and waiting for the all clear.
But it never came. After some time the crashes and sounds of metal from two rooms away stopped, leaving a suspicious silence. The stillness hung for a good minute, then all at once was shattered by a blood-curdling scream, full of anger and fear and pain. The screaming continued from that point -- up until the combined heroism of the room couldn't stand it any further and they had to give up their hiding places.
Fortunately, the lot of them had managed to run Kirei off for the time being (mostly thanks to Kiritsugu staying out of the way with a sniper rifle). Unfortunately, by the time they even entered the room D had been thoroughly beaten up and pinned to the floor with knives through his shoulder and forearms, one side of his face, neck, & collar decorated in cuts & burns. Kirei had gotten creative with a knife left in the fire, leaving a pattern of thorny vines that could have been pretty if they weren't angry red wounds -- and if they hadn't been put there in an effort to draw everyone else out with the sounds of torture.
Worse than the physical damage though was the mental state he'd been pushed into. Even when released from the pin, he'd been all feral snarls and violence, trying to lunge at Kirei even with heavy bloodloss, broken ribs and a mangled leg. Once Kirei was gone, he'd stayed hysterically angry and hurt, lost in hallucinations and lashing out at anyone and anything that came close. It took a collective effort to hold him and dose him with a sedative, and only tying him to his bed kept him from hurting himself or someone else when he woke. He'd been thoroughly knocked out of the place of emotional stability he'd found, and the fever that came with healing from that much damage didn't help. Eventually it was necessary to just keep him in a drugged stupor.
But now it's been three weeks. The injuries are healing well and the fever has broken, and it's time to let him wake up and hope it's their friend that comes to and not a monster.
The first signs are good. His eyes flutter open, half-focused, and after a moment he gasps and tries to sit up. When it hurts too much he flops back, but instead of getting aggressive he just winces, tosses an arm over his face, and whines.]
Hurts...