Insanity in the Holy Empire(Nash and Nas!)

[Nasakeshira]

The guard tossed a stale piece of bread and threw some water on the ground, yelling and calling out, "breakfast! It's time to wake up." He continued to toss bread and water into each cell he passed by slowly one at a time. This was the daily morning routine of this asylum for the insane, this "hospital" was more like a prison, a slum, a ghetto of sorts. They supposedly had the best psychologists and the best doctors in the world here. That was a lie most of them were also insane their minds long gone after being forced to work at this hell hole. This asylum was cut into a mountain, everything was made of stone. The cells head-to-toe cold cut stone, the halls... cold cut stone, the break room cold cut stone, even the only place prisoners of this asylum could see the sun cold cut stone. If there was one place it wasn't stone and it had some comfort and amenities, it was the head psychologist's office. Her private operating room, had tiled floor and it was... semi-sterile if she wasn't the most damned craziest person in this entire hell hole, she had her own private operating room. Attached to that, is a nice carpeted and well designed room. In the certain a large wooden desk and to the right of the desk was a lavishly plush bed. It was torture the insane taste a moment of heaven on their feet only to have a horrible surgery done to them...

The wind howls and screams as it blows through every cell making most nights tough to sleep. This mountain isn't far away from a relatively large town, you could see and hear the freedom of the outside; psychological torture for the insane it would come to be known as.

The newest residence of this hell hole belonged to cell 39. His arms and body were bound by a straitjacket, they tossed him into the cell. Almost possessed he screamed, "RAAAAAAAAGH!" His anger was exploding. Angry from the betrayal of his own Captain, angry from the death of his children and wife, angry at the world. This man was Monroe Keen, the Angel Executioner. He'll be there to see you off to the next world, whether it be heaven, hell, or rebirth. So went the rumors and the myths about this Executioner. He continued to throw his body against the stone bars, these weren't smooth bars they fought back every time he touched it he caused himself to bleed. Finally giving up he slammed his head against the bar and slowly dropped to his knees and started crying, he had lost the one thing that mattered to him... he lost the barrier inside his heart. He was totally and utterly confused now, who should he really be angry at? A thousand questions a minute with no answers to them. His brain and heart throbbed and soon his entire body. The click of heels echoed throughout the halls the guards came back around. "Get up, you're going to see your doctor." They grabbed his arm and roughly pushed him along... they led him to the head psychologist office.



((I've given you the role as head psychologist))[/size]

[nash]

The door clicked shut as the guard left the office. A loud thump echoed as the woman sitting behind the desk put her feet on top of it.
"Hmmm... Another one, huh." a half-grin flashed across her lips for a split second as she mumbled to herself, "still... this isn't really getting me anywhere."
With a rather elegant move of her left hand she picked a scalpel from the desk. Holding it in front of her eyes she blankly stared at the shiny blade, before the scalpel began to dance and spin between her fingers.
There was a comfortable silence lingering in the office, but was quickly interrupted as a soft, barely audible humming interrupted it. Boredom was slowly settling into her. While being a head psychologist in a place like this certainly held plenty of benefits, it... wasn't quite what she's been looking for. Her blank gaze slowly travelled across the rather dull office that was all too familiar to her. If nothing else, this room had a carpet and a comfortable chair, which was a real luxury when compared to the rest of the facility.

With her right hand she pulled a bunch of papers, held together with a paper clip, from the desk and held them up in front of her face.
"Monroe Keen..." her lips moved as she read the name, but the only sound that rolled through her lips was a short sigh. Her eyes skimmed quickly through the words crammed on the paper, but her mind paid next to no attention to them. Once done, her gaze returns to the picture for some moments, before she tossed the bunch of papers back on the desk. Her expression never changed from cold and blank.
In a swift motion she tossed her legs off the desk, lodging the scalpel through the papers and into the wood. The slowly nearing clicking of footsteps interrupted her humming. One last time her eyes darted over the picture of her next visitor. The scalpel, standing up, was piercing through the right eye of the man on the photograph. As the footsteps neared the door, her blank expression very slightly changed into a friendlier one. One that gave the impression that she cared.

The man from the picture stumbled through the door as someone from behind pushed him, then two guards stepped in and held him from either side. A nod and a smile served as greeting to the guards as they proceeded to cuff him to the bed. The woman rose up from her chair, looking at the man on the bed with a smile that appeared quite genuinely kind and warm.
"Doctor Mariko Sato, but just Mari will do. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Monroe. Please, make yourself comfortable." she spoke in a friendly, almost childlike tone, keeping the smile. She extended her hand for a handshake towards the restrained patient. After a moment, she looked at the patient's restraints, then at her hand. With what sounded like an embarassed chuckle, she retracted her hand and nodded at the guards to leave.
"If only those weren't necessary." she sighed as she gestured at the restraints, then pulled a band aid from her pocket, then gently placed it across a small laceration on his forehead. Apparently he had hit his head against something not too long ago, "there we go."

The door clicked shut as the guards left. Mariko took a syringe and filled it with a clear fluid. With her leg she pulled her chair a little closer and turned it to face the bed. After sitting down and placing the syringe on the desk, she leaned forward, still wearing the friendly smile as she spoke kindly.
"Well then. Have you been naughty..." her eyes widened and changed from friendly to evil and her lips stretched into a grin, revealing a missing fourth tooth on the left side of her upper jaw as she continued in a lower, rougher tone, "or nice?"
Of course, all the patients have been there for a reason. But in doctor Mari's head, this was simply to find out whether they believe they did something wrong or right.
Her elbows rested on her knees as she was leaning forward. Her expression slowly changed back to friendly. Her friendly tone returned as well.
"Talk freely to doctor Mari. She'll help and fix you right up!"

[Nasakeshira]

A silence filled the room as he glanced at the needle, oh the irony! No one really knows the fear of the needle until you've worked as torturer... or as the victim of said torturer, thousands of times he's drugged people, poisoned, people, and even used the needle itself as a device of interrogation and now he would get a taste of his own medicine. Would be the sane Executioner's logical line of rational. "I'm neither." He stated before pausing... and with a moments thought, "perhaps I'm both." His rage and confusion had subsided from his cell, the only bliss in his painful existence was the calm before the storm and that usually wasn't much better.

He needed to do something he was so used to doing, torturing... that would make him feel better, right? He needed to do something he was so used to doing, kissing his wife goodbye in the morning... that would make him feel better right? Confusion flared up for but a brief moment. Staring straight at the window to her soul he felt a chill run down his spine he spoke, "are you supposed to be the popular 'sadistic, bastard, and stinking of death' doctor that the guards and inmat- patients are talking about?" Eyeing her as she was so deeply engrossed and intrigued in that needle. Sniffing the air, "I can certainly smell the bastardly and sadistic part. I guess any person in a lab coat can pass as a doctor these days." Fidgeting with the cuffs, he slipped one hand out. Cuffs couldn't hold one who's used them hundreds of thousands of times, these were the same basic models that he used at Koala Kingdom. It would take him but a moment to escape. He was a former SPFKK agent, information gathering was a highly emphasized and wanted skillset in the force. Gathering the layout of the room and rumors of a balcony was easy for someone like Monroe Keen.

Monroe sighed, but from what the rumors it seems it would be a quick demise to escape here. His other hand free he strutted around the room, "you said something about the necessity of the cuffs." He rubbed his wrists, "I'd like to refuse that injection to." Awfully demanding for a man who's just escaped from his cuffs.

((OOC: Sorry a little sloppy, cheesy, and corny just trying to play the part of boredom ender))

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Hints of a grin drew at the corners of the woman's lips before she softly chuckled, quite amused by the man's words. After that her expression changed as she faked a rather unconvincing sad and hurt expression after being referred to as 'sadistic bastard', but gave no words in reply for a while.
"Now now, you're not doubting doctor Mari's medical expertise, are you, Monroe?" she inquired, this time sounding actually hurt and a little insulted, slowly rising up from her chair with a sigh. But right after her first step her eyes widened with an expression of startled surprise. Her feet stumbled backwards, bumping the chair, nearly having her slump right back into it, but she managed to keep her balance. The patient, Monroe Keen, calmly rose from the bed and strutted across the room.
Mariko composed herself again quickly and let out a rather hearty laugh, followed by a series of cheerful claps of her hands in applause. The scalpel, which had been sticking up from the table was gone. It was now hidden inside of Mari's left labcoat pocket and clutched firmly in her left hand and she hoped Monroe didn't noticed her taking it. The expression on her face was still a friendly smile, perhaps looking a touch wider than before. Her eyes appeared to bear no ill will to him, but they remained fixed on his movements as she herself made a few light, elegant steps across the room.
"Amazing! Well, you sure earned the right to refuse the injection." she waved her right hand dismissively, then her palm just above her head, moving it further up as she stretched it out towards Monroe, to indicate difference in size. Her frame was far smaller and her physique was leaning on the frail side.
"Mari couldn't possibly force you to do anything at this point, could she?" she actually chuckled quite cheerfully, then shook her head lightly and shrugged, "Mari would just end up getting hurt."

In smooth steps, her feet slowly and carefully carried her closer to Monroe, but staying out of his reach. Mariko wasn't exactly sure how to tackle this situation. She couldn't possibly get into a fight with him and hope to win. Could she throw him off guard somehow and quickly incapacitate him with a single strike? Unlikely. There was something about this man... he seemed far too calm. Confident. As if he had everything under control. He probably did in a way, Mari thought. Her left hand still gripped the scalpel in her pocket. And even though her expression was still a calm, friendly smile, Mari was in fact nervous. Scared? She'd only attempt something if the timing was indeed perfect.
"Mari'd shake your hand, but she's a little afraid you'd hurt her, instead." she smiled again after a sigh and a shrug, "Monroe will probably refuse the doctor's treatment, now. But what will Monroe do? Break out? And go where? Do what?"
She was now standing just barely out of his reach, holding her right hand in front of herself as though to shield herself from an incoming blow. Her smile turned into a nervous one.
"M-Mari... can help you get out. But- only if you promise! Promise not to put any hurt on her!" her voice lowered for this sentence as well as sounded nervously shaky. The voice alone made her appear even smaller and more fragile than she already was due to her physique.
Of course she wasn't really planning on doing that. But she'd definitely get a chance to take care of him. That's what she was planning on, anyway.

((sorry for the wait, as I told you before - had to go on a few day's trip))

[Nasakeshira]

((its cool))

Monroe smiled weakly, "doctors should really learn how to help their patients." He turned his back to her, purposefully she had been slowly approaching him probably to stick him with a needle or something. "This room is rather bland..." He seemed as if he was seriously thinking about this issue, "I think red would be a great color to liven up this room." He crouched down low his sleeves shuffled and then he flicked a shard of rock at her face glancing her cheek just barely enough to draw blood. "Get any closer the next shard will be embedded in your eye." His eyes were cold and calculating, the presence of bloodlust flashed and flared in his eyes wild as a beast. It quickly settled... his cold and calculating eyes went soft and hazy it seemed something was swirling inside; a storm perhaps? No it was a conflict of personality. The internal conflict seemed to blow over in a matter of seconds, his eyes went back cold and calculating. He rose up from his crouched position stretching, "you ask me why I need to escape? Ha! To bring rest to the souls that call out from the earth, to bring peace to my family. And for that my superior officers sent me to this place, they need to die... DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! I won't feel peace till their blood soaks my hands and they watch their families die before them. Powerless and unable to save their family." He looked up and stared at the roof, "and from there I will find him and kill him. The one who took my family." His head tilted down to Mari with a crazed look in his eye, "there's no rest for the truly wicked now is there. I will burn in hell as will my enemies." His face although blank gave a feeling of sadness, it portrayed the face of a man who had just lost his family.

"I will not harm you as long as you do not get in my way." He approached her and patted her on the head.

[nash]

Blood slowly sneaked through the rip, making a thin blood trail down across the skin. Index, middle and ring finger gently brushed with tips across the rip, making a short line of smeared blood.
"Help the patients...?" the doctor giggled weakly after repeating Monroe's words, but appeared slightly shaken as she looked at her bloodied fingertips.
She didn't at all fancy the idea of having a stone shard embedded in her eye. She's worked with patients here and this one definitely seemed like one that is bad business messing with, if not securely tied and preferably under effect of anesthetics. But Monroe was neither.

'DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!' the words echoed inside her head.

"Death is... such a sad thing... There are other ways to teach people a lesson" she spoke slowly and softly, as if careful not to irritate him, her face appearing almost genuinely sad as she slowly shook her head. As she raised her head again, her smile seemed to have taken a wicked tone and her eyes were opened wide and glassy as she looked him straight in the eye, "There are things worse than death..."
But only for a brief moment. After that short span, her friendly expression returned.

'They need to die!'

Mariko's left arm twitched noticably, without her realizing at all, and her fingers gripped the scalpel in her pocket as tightly as they could as the man patted her on the head. Contact meant he was close enough to be attacked. But also to attack. The arm itched to stab and slice, but Mariko knew better and, consciously or not, she held it at bay. Trying something would have very likely meant that a stone in the eye was likely one of the more preferred outcomes.

'DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!' was still ringing in her brain.

"Mari has no intention of getting in Monroe's way." she lied. "Mari is just a doctor. Escaped patients is something the guards are to deal with." and that was, technically, the truth.
The young doctor slowly took a few steps backwards to be out of reach, just in case. A soft sigh blew through her lips, a sigh indicating disappointment.
"Monroe is no fun. No fun as patient. Mari might even like Monroe." she shrugged, unsure if she was lying or telling the truth, "There's many guards. Most guard people are silly," she tapped her temple with her right index finger, "but not at all useless."
She walked slowly and carefully back to her desk and picked up the syringe filled with clear fluid, looking through it at Monroe.
"Mari doesn't like wearing a labcoat. Mari is tired of this place." she sighed again, then her voice changed to a more adult and dark one, as did her eyes and smile, "And I can get you out."
She found something interesting in this man. Partly she was being honest in her words, even if only in hopes of taking advantage of him. Then again, another part of her was still simply waiting for a chance to stab him in the back and open him up to have a look around.

[Nasakeshira]

He smiled turned his back and jumped onto the bed, "of course there are things worse than death. It was my profession to make people live lives worse than death. So many tools, sorrow, despair, hallucinogens, psychological terror, and my favorite pain!" He laughed almost sorrow free, "pain and psychological terror is the funnest. Sorrow and despair kills and hardens the heart, without any reaction how am I supposed to know that their still alive? Pain and the psychological fear (that something bad will happen) always give the best responses and are probably the most efficient way to get information out of the target." The way he talked about torture was almost childlike and innocent. From his loose sleeves a shard of rock sharp as a razor seemed to float in the air then disappear into his sleeve. The motions were graceful and well timed. That childlike face had disappeared when he got down to business, "so Mrs. Doctor how do we get out?" Rolling around in its softness for a small bit before he stopped and sat up, "so how do we get out?" The words came out very slowly and was more of a statement than a question. He had a feeling this would be difficult when her tone changed to something more sinister. She'llbe useful in my vengeance, guess I'll use her till I get out of here. Smiling with these thoughts he rolled off the bed prepared to follow...

[nash]

The doctor's expression didn't change throughout Monroe's little speech. Her face, as if frozen, kept a little smirk at the corners of her lips, but apart from that, a fairly blank and emotionless face followed his carefree and lighthearted way of talking about torturing people. But not on the inside. There, a laughter echoed inside her head. She found herself rather amused by his words. Until he finally said the words she had been waiting for. "so Mrs. Doctor how do we get out?" he said and then slowly repeated them.
Good. Good, he took the offer, rather than trying to get out on his own, Mariko thought. She was quite confident that had he decided for that option, he would have tried - and likely succeeded - to kill her first. This was pretty much as good an outcome from this situation as it would get. But it was still very clear to her, there was no dropping her guard around this man. Yet she decided he'd most likely be more useful alive and functional to her. More than a simple patient. There was always a way to get under someone's skin. She chuckled to herself - only inside her head - as she walked across the room.
"Just follow Doctor Mari." she giggled in her child-like, innocent tone, her childish smile returning to stretch her lips.
"Also leave talking to Mari. Just follow and look very sad and tired! We take the longer path, but less guard people." she said as she lifted a fairly small backpack onto her back - which, on her frame, didn't look all that small. Her old, dark green backpack was already packed with her things - which consists of medical tools and supplies. She'd always been prepared to leave at any time.

There was a soft click as she turned the door handle, then opened the door into the hallway. The door produced no sound as it opened, only another, louder click as it closed again. The hall was empty and their footsteps softly echoed between the walls. Mariko walked with light, relaxed steps, her expression blank. But she was nervous. Not because she was leaving, nor because she was 'helping a prisoner escape'. Not even the thought of meeting guards and possibly having to fight them made her nervous. Those were simple things to deal with. After all, if anything went wrong and they did get busted and captured, it would be Monroe taking all the blame. The anxiety came from the man she was leading out. The fact that she was leading him - having him follow, behind her back - made her uncomfortable, but she appeared calm regardless. On the outside.

"Yo, Doc! Where do you think you're taking that guy, unrestrained even!" a male voice called, making Mariko gasp loudly in surprise. As she turned and saw two guards slowly coming closer, she sighed in relief.
"You startled me!" she chuckled in a friendly tone, "But I'm happy I bumped into you. See, I wanted to try something new on this one. Would you mind coming along? Not that he can try anything after what I gave him, but I'd still feel more at ease if you were there."
Smiling at Monroe, she gently patted him on the cheek while briefly pressing her thumb against his lips, signaling him not to speak. With the two guards following at Monroe's either side, she moved on. It actually made her feel somewhat safer this way. Besides, having them along would make everything less suspicious to anyone else who'd see them.
After a rather long, quiet walk, Mariko suddenly yelped and stumbled to her left.
"Surgical Shot." the words came out of her mouth in a dark tone as she turned and swung her left arm, releasing a pair of scalpels from between her fingers. One cut through the left guard's neck artery and into his throat. The second one flew past Monroe's throat, just barely missing it and embedded itself the same way into the second guard's throat. With soft, short gurgling sounds the both collapsed. Mariko's face was blank, her eyes completely cold as she pulled the scalpels out of their throats.

"We'll be there soon enough. Now, please drag these two out of sight, would you, Monroe? Little Mari wasn't gifted with strong muscles." her eyes and smile were warm and friendly once more, her tone full of child-like innocence, as if nothing happened.

[Nasakeshira]

Under the folds of the long sleeves of his straitjacket he shuffled the razor sharp paper thin stones like cards of a deck. They had taken his stuff when he entered here a few weeks ago, he liked his stuff. Comfort in familiarity blah blah blah, they told him it was better to let go of his past and whats happened, but how could he? Why wouldn't they just let him keep his stuff. He started getting agitated as his thoughts continued to flow about his stuff, the calm and professional side brought him back under control. In a flash the guards that had tagged along were down, she really did carry her weight, even if it wasn't much she still carried it. Could be a useful tool down the line. "We'll be there soon enough. Now, please drag these two out of sight, would you, Monroe? Little Mari wasn't gifted with strong muscles."

Her attempted acts of innocence really... irked him. Trying not to take it personally, how could one draw blood and not feel anything? Or... react this way, the two sides argued in him. One loved her detachment and one began to garner animosity towards this psycho... ha ha! Psycho doctor and psycho patient, a very sarcastic voice laughed in his head! A third personality was beginning to develop, one that would probably tread the middle path of the two or was it three? Professional, detached, emotionless; his work side. Sadistic and a blood craver; another part to his work side he guessed. And then the emotional and guilt ridden father. The work sides argued like a married couple but united against that guilt ridden father to fight, he could use some back up a voice whispered in his head.

He grunted in effort as he stripped the guard closest to his size, "this should make it easier to... travel I guess." One guard fully stripped he dressed in the clothes before dragging them to a vacant cell and throwing them in. He knelt before the prison and offered a prayer to whatever family they had and whispered something along the lines as, killing innocent guards I'm surely going to hell for this one. Standing up, "well then, shall we get going?"

[nash]

A smile slowly spread across the doctor's lips. A smile that expressed nothing other than joy. Her eyes were genuinely happy as she watched Monroe disguise himself in a guard's uniform. A few times she briefly glanced around, just to be sure noone would see them, then clapped her hands together once when he was done.
"Monroe looks very good in those, really! Very handsome!" she said with a smile as wide as her lips allowed, with her head tilted slightly to the side as she looked at him.
With a motion of her hand she gestured for them to move on and Monroe to walk beside her, rather than behind, as she turned around and started walking with slower, lighter steps. Partly she felt a little more comfortable about the fact that he wasn't following behind her back, but beside her instead and on the other hand, of course, it was only natural for her to be relaxed next to a guard, should anyone see them. She also knew that this man would be a good - useful - ally if she managed to get closer to him.

After a fairly short walk, compared to the last one at least, she gestured at Monroe to stop.
"Monroe will wait here for a moment, yes? Mari will be back in a flash." she giggled, before entering through the door.
There was a guard, sitting on his chair, bored. Mariko explained that she wanted to see the belongings of a patient to see if she could find something, then stabbed the guard in the neck as he took his eyes off her for a moment. The body collapsed with a low thud and barely audible, short gurling. Taking the keys she looked for Monroe's things and grabbed the sack, then walked away back.

"Here! Mari thought there are some things you could need if..." she looked serious for a brief moment before she stopped talking, but then just smiled and giggled as she cut off mid sentence and handed the sack to Monroe. Of course this sounded as a fairly bad move, but if they ended up fighting some guards, Monroe better have his stuff. He had some of his weapons there, right? Or so little Mari had hoped, anyway. And she'd definitely prefer him doing the main fighting.

As they moved on and neared the exit, which would have plenty of guards present, she had thought of something.
"Well, we're practically there. What would Monroe prefer? Try a quiet exit with words, or go for blood?" there was a hint of a sinister grin lingering under her smile and her eyes seemed to have taken a more calculating shine.
His choice would be an interesting... test. And either way, should things go wrong - she had the upper hand. After all, it would be easy to blame everything on the escaping patient.
"And what's Monroe's plan once outside?"

[Nasakeshira]

His eyes watched emotionless as the blood gurgled from the guards neck, he took his sack. Taking them from their holsters he twirled both pistols before returning them to their resting place. He strapped the holsters, "a quiet exit would be preferred, we'll make plenty of noise later." He twirled his knife taking a few swings and stabs to warm up his muscles, he tossed the knife to his opposite hand and with lightning speed he sheathed the blade along his thigh and drew his pistols. He aimed down the sight of both pistols before sheathing them. "I'll change back to these clothes once we're out of here." He put the sack over his shoulder and begin his way out. Walking alongside her, "well I'll need some information and money first so kidnapping and ransoming an official should be our first plan. If we're lucky we can get a royal family member or something. Then we need to get a ship after that." He stopped walking for a second, "maybe capturing a bounty would be easier than ransoming." Thinking for a second he continued forward, "we'll do both. Double cash." As they were walking they encountered another group of guards talking about getting a good break and going home. Getting close enough he slashed one's throat and using his body as a silencer pushed his gun to his belly before letting a shot loose. Covering his mouth so he couldn't scream he threw a pebble at the last of the trio. The stone softly embedded itself into his temple, he backed away from the body to avoid blood from staining his uniform and continued to move.

[nash]

Mariko was, in a way, rather disappointed about his choice for a quiet exit. But that was not because she'd want to fight her way out. In fact, on the hand, she was quite glad he preferred the quiet option. It was a good indicator that he was most likely not just a simple minded crazed murderer who just wanted blood. But, crazy or not, he was rational. Which was a good thing. But she really wanted to see how he'd deal with the guards, she followed his words carefully.

Though that was rather quickly answered as they passed another group of guards that he'd dealth with quite swiftly and elegantly. It was a sight to behold and it actually intimidated Mariko. She was somewhat split in his regard, she was definitely glad to have been right about his skills, provided she could become his ally. Or at least to have proved herself useful enough to not be simply disposed of once outside, which would have been the option she was definetely not looking forward to. Once that was dealt with, she giggled and looked at Monroe with a wide, child-like smile on her lips and clapping her hands. Without saying a word, the little doctor nodded and moved on with Monroe walking beside her. In her left pocket, she again clutched at the scalpel, just in case. The last show had her even more uncomfortable, being alone with this man. With the difference in skill, she felt, she could have easily been the fourth target - even if a smaller one.

"Mari doesn't know about ransoming, kidnapping or bounty hunting" she shook her head, "She never did any of those." She felt herself trembling slightly, but she figured it was only on her inside. On the outside, she was certain, she had remained perfectly calm and relaxed.

After a not very long walk they were at the entrance. Or rather, the exit, from their perspective. It was like a very small lobby with plenty of guards, inside and a bunch standing outside the door. Turning the corner and noticing them, Mariko cheerfully saluted in a joking manner and greeted them with a bow of her head and a smile. The majority of the guards simply nodded in greeting.
"Skipping your shift, Doc? Backpack and all?" one of them shouted after her. There appeared no ill intention in his voice, it sounded more as a jest.
Mariko made an elegant turn on one foot in Monroe's direction, embracing his arm in the process and smiled at the guard who shouted after her.
"We're just going out for a bit!" her child-like girly smile seemed to glow along with her eyes as she leaned her head against the arm she was embracing, rubbing her cheek on it softly, "Just today, I promise! Please don't tell on us? I'm done with all the scheduled patients today, I'll do the paperwork when I'm back!" she giggled with her usual child-like innocence and smile.
"We're just going to have lunch outside, we'll be back right after! Promise!" she gestured at her backpack and his sack with a smile and spun around, still clutching Monroe's arm and gently tugging at it for them to move out.
"Take good care of the Doc!" a guard one of the guards shouted after them, with a wink and a chuckle as the two walked out the door.

[Nasakeshira]

He gritted his teeth as the girl started rubbing her cheek against his arm. A murderer talking like a little girl was disturbing, he again repeatedly told himself it was probably just an act. He'll have to deal with it until he's clear. They walked towards the end of a tunnel, the sun gave a jolt of pain to his eyes. Spending all that time in the dark his eyes had become dilated. Rubbing his eyes he waited for them to adjust, what appeared before him was a frosted desert that extended for miles and miles. His four personalities conflicted inside him about what to do, ditch the girl! We don't need her! Ditch her once she leads you to the capital! No no no, can't you see that is wrong! Doesn't she remind you of someone? How could you abandon her. The last voice was probably given the most power, but he remained silent for now. He began scratching the back of his neck furiously rolling it around as he did so. Whispering barely audible words to himself, "what to do. What to do. What to do." Finally the fourth voice spoke up, we could use her as a scape goat when we ransom the official, we'll part ways then. For once the three voices inside were silent, I still don't like the idea of using her like this. Our wife and children wold be disappointed at this decision... Silence again. It was awhile before either spoke. If they knew the details about our line of work, we would have been beaten half to death every time we came home late. It's better this way, in our path that we have chosen getting attached will surely cause us to fail. That is all. The scratching and rolling his neck both stopped, "so which way to the capital?"




((Sorry the posts are short, trying to find rhythm and trying to put in what feels right at the moment. So lets have the journey to the empire full of hardships! Become the mysterious and famous heroes and the mysteriously wanted criminals at the same time! Till we get there I guess you'll be kinda GMing?))

[nash]

The girl took a deep breath of the chilly air, shivering a bit from the cold. With a smile she wrapped herself tighter into her overcoat, then extended her arm in front of herself, her index finger pointing ahead.
"This road leads to the capital." she said calmly, then slowly rotated her whole body about 90 degrees to the side, her arm and finger still pointing out straight in front of her, "And that is the exact direction towards the capital."
Mariko slowly spun around her own axis and observed the vast snowy landscape, then slowly started walking the road.
"The road is the longer way and there is a chance of meeting new arrivals if we walk the road. As well as guards, of course." she said as she walked. "But walking waist deep in the snow off-road and meeting other dangers is more scary!"
She walked with slow and relaxed steps, not letting the man follow behind her, but instead having him walk at her side, and not too close. And yet she was smiling the whole time, looking almost as a child who's enjoying herself on a snowy trip. Every now and then she would look back to see the 'prison' becoming smaller and smaller, until it was only a small black dot in the vast whiteness and finally disappeared among the snowy dunes.

This was more than uncomfortable. It would have been unnerving enough to be walking this snowy desert on her own, but having a dangerous man like Monroe next to her was even worse. And the daunty silence, interrupted only by the sound of their footsteps on the hard snow and the occasional frosty winds that made Mariko shiver. For the most part, she avoided eye contact or looking at the man at all, though she carefully kept her senses focused on him.
At one point she suddenly stopped and turned to face Monroe, looking at him with big eyes and an anxious, even scared expression.
"Monroe is not going to hurt Mari, right? Please don't bury Mari somewhere in the snow!"

[Nasakeshira]

The silence that followed the two on the road was tense and full of suspension. She was a bit... awkward and uncomfortable to be around after all, they had nothing in common and talking could only make it worse. His personalities were finally at rest after they made the decision that they should continue along the path of silence. There was a comfort in silence on these types of missions, memories played back of times he was out in the field trudging through snow the only type of communications they had for days was eye contact and grunts of effort. Pleasant memories he had shared with his old partner. She finally broke the long silence with a question, quite simply asked and one that even he and his personalities had been contemplating and debating. He answered with a grunt of effort to hide his chuckle as she asked that. "That'sfor you to decide in the end isn't it? Whether I bury you or not?" He smiled warmly at her, "lets keep going." He pushed his way through the snow that was slowly piling till he reached a vantage point a little hill. "I think there's a village nearby lets rest there for tonight." He waved and encouraged her to move onward even offering his hand and for a moment he pulled it away. He was shaken by something, memories flashed of all the things he's done with those hands... all the... all the horrible and grotesque things. Then a picture of his little girl flashed in his mind, how he offered his hands out to her picked her up and held her with all the joy in the world.

How he helped his wife up from the ground after rescuing her from hours more of playing with his children. Tears started pouring from his emotionless face and for a second a cringe of pain made it to the front before before reverting to his emotionless state. From the pilot seat of his mind the cold blooded emotionless Monroe Keen pulled the father Keen off the chair and sat down. He was being comforted uncharacteristically by the rest of them. Maybe they all did have a heart even if it was hidden away deep down somewhere.

His tears stopped and he extended the hand fully "Let's hurry."