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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 20:15:24 GMT -5
"I have some idea of how these people behave. One of them is definately a Lunarian if they were able to anticipate my every presence and lead me to wrong predictions. They probably have everything set up to make sure I don't try to escape."
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 20:23:23 GMT -5
"He is no Lunarian. He is of a system you nothing of."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 20:24:49 GMT -5
Hayato looks over to Nia.
"How do you know all this?" he asked, "You don't look like someone whose been travelling outside of your home planet."
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 20:30:30 GMT -5
"Oh this one hasn't left her home world before. She is the last of her race. You should take good care of her Hayato."
Nia smiles.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 20:35:30 GMT -5
Hayato continues to look at her in confusion before deciding to focus more on his recovery and closing his eyes to rest.
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 20:37:56 GMT -5
"I'll contact you again soon."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 20:50:36 GMT -5
Hayato didn't seem to respond, but it does seem as if he heard Nia as he drifts off to sleep.
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 22:24:17 GMT -5
Hayato wakes up much later. It may be the next day, it may not be. It's hard to tell in this dark hellhole.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 22:32:31 GMT -5
Feeling as though he wasn't going to get out for a while, he began digging around the puddle of blood, picking up broken chains, one of which had an iron ball attatched to it. He took out his katana out and carved the ball into a rose bude, then crushes the chains together to form a stem with peddles. He snaps his fingers to see if he can get a welder in his hand.
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 22:35:43 GMT -5
Nothing appears. It seems his powers are being blocked. These people do not seem to be stupid.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 22:44:08 GMT -5
Hayato sees the answer to his earlier suspicion of how secure they were going to keep their prisoners. He walks over to the door and presses his katana into it to see if he can at least puncture it.
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 22:46:17 GMT -5
The Katana does not puncture the bars. His cell does seem different from the others. It seems newer. More advanced. Tailor made even.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 22:51:05 GMT -5
"Well...I've never experienced Cabin Fever before," Hayato mutters to himself, "Guess it isn't too late to try...."
He sits back at the far end of the wall and continues messing with his iron rose, finding it difficult without at least some kind of high heat source.
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Post by Zaku on Oct 5, 2008 22:57:21 GMT -5
After awhile he hears someone approach.
"Well now are we enjoying our new home?"
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 5, 2008 23:08:14 GMT -5
Hayato doesn't even look up from his work on his iron rose, "If you're really trying to make prison life a living hell, you should make the floor more uncomfortable. Even the most compulsive species will eventually get used to having blood on their clothes."
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