A suspended sentence in the confines of a mental asylum. In effect, that was what von Karma was now serving, at least for the duration of his false imprisonment at Landel's Snake Pit. Furthermore, as far as his daughter was concerned, he had been stripped of his distinction of bearing "perfect von Karma blood." While he was proud of her on one level that she had proved herself worthy as a prosecutor... the results of last night's hearing would forever sunder their relationship.
Thus, it was unsurprising that von Karma held little appetite for the unusually tolerable breakfast this morning.
For all his usual irritation, he barely felt up to contradicting the blasted nurse who chattered on about how "ghostly pale" he looked this morning and how "some nice French toast and fruit will put some color back into those cheeks!" Instead, without a word of protest, he followed her into the cafeteria and placed a few food items onto his tray. Of course, his demand for regular tea to be offered had gone unheeded, he discovered to his dismay.
von Karma then performed a cursory scan of the few patients who had already congregated into the cafeteria. He cocked an eyebrow as he noticed that a certain over-aged clown was already there, making a point to sit as far away from him as possible. No, he was hardly in the mood to listen to Gant's cheery nonsense. He chose a corner seat at a table on the opposite side of the room from the buffoon and started picking at the toast and fruit he had selected, while reviewing his journal notes.
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A suspended sentence in the confines of a mental asylum. In effect, that was what von Karma was now serving, at least for the duration of his false imprisonment at Landel's Snake Pit. Furthermore, as far as his daughter was concerned, he had been stripped of his distinction of bearing "perfect von Karma blood." While he was proud of her on one level that she had proved herself worthy as a prosecutor... the results of last night's hearing would forever sunder their relationship.
Thus, it was unsurprising that von Karma held little appetite for the unusually tolerable breakfast this morning.
For all his usual irritation, he barely felt up to contradicting the blasted nurse who chattered on about how "ghostly pale" he looked this morning and how "some nice French toast and fruit will put some color back into those cheeks!" Instead, without a word of protest, he followed her into the cafeteria and placed a few food items onto his tray. Of course, his demand for regular tea to be offered had gone unheeded, he discovered to his dismay.
von Karma then performed a cursory scan of the few patients who had already congregated into the cafeteria. He cocked an eyebrow as he noticed that a certain over-aged clown was already there, making a point to sit as far away from him as possible. No, he was hardly in the mood to listen to Gant's cheery nonsense. He chose a corner seat at a table on the opposite side of the room from the buffoon and started picking at the toast and fruit he had selected, while reviewing his journal notes.
[For Naraku and eventually Utena~]