Scar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
envy_the_sinners) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
damned_institute2012-07-19 01:40 am
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2012-07-19 01:40 am
DAY 65: Breakfast
Scar came to slowly, vision blurred and head throbbing. His memory of the previous night was vague and somewhat scattered. What he was most aware of was his renewed and increased hatred for the man called Lingormr. The Ishbalan didn't give a damn if he had been a special counseling patient. That bastard had enjoyed every second of tearing Scar to shreds. What he may or may not have realized was how much it had affected Scar emotionally. He had felt a renewed sense of drive at the start of the night; the disruption on the intercom and the news of the 'cure' had rekindled a fire that fueled Scar to drive forward. To have a little hope.
Lingormr had promptly crushed that.
He was in pain. So much pain. The cut on his hand was only fading scab at this point, but stitches now pulled at the deep gashes in his legs and back. Not only had the nausea not settled, but his stomach was beginning to cramp. The rash on his arm was impossible to hide without the old bandages covering it. It had nearly reached his elbow.
Scar's hazy eyes could make out the nurse, now pushing a wheelchair up to his bedside. This was humiliating. And he was too exhausted and hurting to lash out or become angry. He was just broken. He still tried to take some sort of grudging control, insisting that he didn't need to be pushed around, that he could at least turn the wheels of the damned chair himself. But he didn't make it down the hallway before the pulling and sharp pain in his back became so obvious on his face that the nurse took over.
He entered breakfast with a frustrated, tired, but overall defeated look to him. Scar felt too sick to eat. He sat at the table and brooded, wishing more than anything to simply be left alone.
[For Goku!]
Lingormr had promptly crushed that.
He was in pain. So much pain. The cut on his hand was only fading scab at this point, but stitches now pulled at the deep gashes in his legs and back. Not only had the nausea not settled, but his stomach was beginning to cramp. The rash on his arm was impossible to hide without the old bandages covering it. It had nearly reached his elbow.
Scar's hazy eyes could make out the nurse, now pushing a wheelchair up to his bedside. This was humiliating. And he was too exhausted and hurting to lash out or become angry. He was just broken. He still tried to take some sort of grudging control, insisting that he didn't need to be pushed around, that he could at least turn the wheels of the damned chair himself. But he didn't make it down the hallway before the pulling and sharp pain in his back became so obvious on his face that the nurse took over.
He entered breakfast with a frustrated, tired, but overall defeated look to him. Scar felt too sick to eat. He sat at the table and brooded, wishing more than anything to simply be left alone.
[For Goku!]
no subject
"I know nothing of the situation! But I can say that they will not be holding me for long if that is the case, which it is not!" Lee's brows drew together in a serious manner, but the smile remained on his face. "It is not because I would never be kidnapped so easily. Therefore, this must be a dream!"
no subject
"Listen here, kid," Mike leaned over further, reaching over to pinch Lee's arm. "This isn't a dream. This is real."
((OOC: Done with permission!))
no subject
"Okay, so it is real," Lee said with a soft huff of breath, rubbing a little at the reddening area on his arm. "I should still not have been kidnapped easily."
Then a thought struck him, though it also pierced through his pride to think about. "... Or maybe this is a genjutsu? One that makes me believe I feel pain." After all, the illusionist techniques of certain ninja could very well affect a victim down to their nervous system.
Lee's lips drew together in a sharp "M" of disappointment. "I have not fallen under a genjutsu in over a year."
no subject
"Huh," Mike replied noncommittally, eating another bite of his food. "That's a new one."
Then he shook his head as he thought it over. "Doesn't make sense, unless everyone is under it. I've been here for days."
He thought for a moment. "What's the signs of one, anyway? Never been under one myself. I just know what they're called."
no subject
"It could very well be that it is an elaborate genjutsu in that I am imagining your very presence right now, Mike-san," Lee stated, knowing that it meant denying the man his own existence. He was only trying to make heads or tails of the situation, so Lee didn't fear upsetting Mike as he was just speculating. "Then, your saying this is real could itself be an illusion."
As for signs, Lee took a sip of water before replying. "There is generally some way to recognize them while they are being cast. A user's hand signs, for example, can warn you if a genjutsu is about to be sent your way. When under a genjutsu, however, it is almost impossible to tell you have been caught unless you are well-trained in their deflection. A sloppy genjutsu is easier to see beyond, because there will be less detail to the scenario or the target will instinctual feel that something is 'wrong'."
He took a breath. Having been someone without the ability to actually produce genjutsu, Lee had done everything in his power to better understand the process. He continued, "An elaborate genjutsu, however, is almost indistinguishable from reality. They are like being in a nightmare; you could see yourself die and yet still very well think you actually have died. The power of genjutsu comes from the fact that it directly affect the target's nervous system. Once the chakra has been disturbed there, any of the senses could be manipulated in order to cast an illusion."
Lee knit his fingers together and rested his chin upon them, his elbows propped against the table. "But for someone to cast a genjutsu this elaborate... They would have to be incredibly powerful."
no subject
Optimism. Brains. Fighting ability. Probably seen a bit of war, too, as mentioned earlier in the conversation. All things that he'd need in order to survive in this place.
"Gonna have to argue against the genjutsu," Mike stated after Lee finally finished. "It kinda sounds like making a cartoon or writing a comic book, but by one person that's messin' with your senses. Simple genjutsus would be simple, but even then... comic books and cartoons usually only flesh out the main characters entirely, and they have an entire group of people workin' on it. You don't go around drawin' every character in full detail 'cause it takes too long. Or if you do, they aren't that interestin' or unique. Background characters."
Mike looked around the room, settling at the lines for getting breakfast. "This place? It's full of main characters, if you catch the drift. Too much detail. 'specially people like me, with dozens of scars. Even my voice is messed up. Too much detail. Anyone with half a brain would go for somethin' simpler if they were tryin' to fool you. ... Suppose it could be more than one person doin' it, but it's still an awful lot of detail. Kinda ridiculous to come up with something like this that ain't really believable at first, anyways."
no subject
"I will concede to your point about the detail." Lee took a bite of waffle and couldn't deny the perfectly cooked texture or the sugary sweetness of the syrup. "But if I am not under a genjutsu, then that means I must leave here as soon as I am able. Remaining idle is not an option."
no subject
"Wish it were that simple, kid. We're stuck here. You can try runnin' 'way from the Institute, but you always wind up back in your bed in the mornin'. Did it myself. Didn't work."
It was good to have Lee's optimism, but he needed a dose of reality to go with it. Quickly, if possible. That enthusiasm needed to be redirected to better uses, like keeping alive and saving others.
no subject
Except that had just happened to Lee, pulling him from the war into this institute place. But that was just a detail. Lee would figure things out as things went along, but he would escape first.
"I would like to believe you, Mike-san," Lee said at last, stuffing down another bite of waffle, "but I will need to test things for myself! If I manage to escape, you will certainly be on my mind and I will rush back here to help you all as soon as the war back home has been completed!"